tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24055309197587760142007-10-30T11:55:17.536+05:30Between Friends....abcBlogger381125http://creativecommons.org/images/public/somerights20.gif862040http://www.feedburner.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-51870295960599202082007-10-30T11:53:00.001+05:302007-10-30T11:55:17.594+05:30True Colors (Keshi)<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BIlzHzRbxXE/RybMxvAq7qI/AAAAAAAAB6s/G5n8AUmhjEQ/s1600-h/rainbw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127010380612824738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BIlzHzRbxXE/RybMxvAq7qI/AAAAAAAAB6s/G5n8AUmhjEQ/s400/rainbw.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#000000;">This is a real photo of a rainbow providing a colorful backdrop for the golden dome of the Alexander Nevski Cathedral after a rain shower, in Sofia, Bulgaria. Taken by Vassil Doney.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#000000;"></span></em></div><em><span style="color:#000000;"><div align="justify"><br />I think nature produces the best colors by default design. Nothing can replace nature's true colors.</span></em></div>Keshihttp://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/true-colors-keshi.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-74835438763160205782007-10-29T21:05:00.000+05:302007-10-29T21:36:40.854+05:30Colours Of The Wind (Michelle)<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HijQusgq2Nk/RyYEaKvPlUI/AAAAAAAAAPM/CV7aU18qjpU/s1600-h/spectrum.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126790073413506370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HijQusgq2Nk/RyYEaKvPlUI/AAAAAAAAAPM/CV7aU18qjpU/s320/spectrum.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>There I was sitting <span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>blue</strong></span></div><br /><div>Staring at the picture of you</div><br /><div>Your hazel eyes made my heart sink</div><br /><div>The blush creeping upto my cheeks turning me <strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">pink</span></strong></div><br /><div>I loved those words you said,</div><br /><div>With a rose so very <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">red</span></strong></div><br /><div>You've put me on a pedestal with a crown</div><br /><div>Entangled with my locks of <strong><span style="color:#663333;">brown</span></strong></div><br /><div>This kind of love I have never seen</div><br /><div>Its better than a view of lush grass blades of <span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>green</strong></span></div><br /><div>I love you more than a smushy marshmellow</div><br /><div>You are my sun with rays of <span style="color:#ffcc00;">y<strong>ellow</strong></span></div><br /><div>Your ways and talk always make me swoon and croon</div><br /><div>Baby your love has left me <span style="color:#660000;"><strong>marooned</strong></span>!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>(very cheesy I know :P)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Michellehttp://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/colours-of-wind-michelle.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-60334367095704358942007-10-29T13:29:00.000+05:302007-10-29T13:41:32.715+05:30World of colour (Silvara)<div style="text-align: justify;">It all started when I was a little girl. Bright eyed and eager to learn, I listened with rapture to the teacher's every word. I was the first to show her my work, grinning in pleasure when she gave praise and carefully placing each paper she handed back onto my desk.<br /><br />She showed me that there was a whole world out there, that could be brought to life by me. I was awed at the power that I wielded, even as a child, and have always been amazed.<br /><br />I'm talking about the world of colours.<br /><br />Introduced to me, and I'm sure many of you as well, through paints and clay, we were given the chance to explore without boundaries. The primary colours, <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Red</span>, <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Blue </span>and <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Yellow </span>were taught and many pictures of yellow suns and blue oceans and red-roofed houses were made. Then one day, my red paint accidentally mixed in with the yellow (due to an unruly child knocking over my paint tin. The biyatch :P). I ran crying to my teacher, and stood hiccuping as she smiled and pointed.<br /><br />"Look!"<br /><br />I watched as she used my paintbrush and slowly swirled the two colours together. "Look what has happened."<br /><br />And to me it was magic. Red and Yellow, became <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Orange</span>. The teacher gave me back my brush and quick to pick up, I made <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Purple </span>and <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Green</span>. I happily sat and painted for hours, tears forgotten.<br /><br />Now my world was complete.<br /></div>Silvarahttp://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/world-of-colour-silvara.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-63579751818051362332007-10-28T21:03:00.000+05:302007-10-28T21:11:55.623+05:30Colour ! (Loon Gal)<div style="text-align: justify;">Since you all liked my hands SO MUCH, I thought let me overdo it a bit ;p<br /><br />Hence, the only idea I could come up with on hearing the word COLOUR was this:<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_akNZEHs0R7I/RySslSrFngI/AAAAAAAAATE/DLbL85AXAoA/s1600-h/28102007018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_akNZEHs0R7I/RySslSrFngI/AAAAAAAAATE/DLbL85AXAoA/s320/28102007018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126412032522165762" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Am losing my writing abilities (whatever I had), but thankfully some stupid photography comes to my rescue everytime am out of ideas ;p Moreover, this gave me an opportunity to make sure my nail polishes had not dried lol<br /><br />Living in the UK and spelling colour as color is probably a crime but well, I only have 5-fingers!<br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">P.S. I know I probably look like some fashion-obsessed 20-yr old, but believe me am not :( </span>Łóòň Ġãĺhttp://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/colour-loon-gal.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-87179361266135557652007-10-27T16:29:00.001+05:302007-10-27T16:35:56.777+05:30Attn: Vipul (Loon Gal)<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >Dear Vipul,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_akNZEHs0R7I/RyMaKyrFnfI/AAAAAAAAAS8/w0EqxN8b5TI/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_akNZEHs0R7I/RyMaKyrFnfI/AAAAAAAAAS8/w0EqxN8b5TI/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125969573581266418" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >Vipul we don't know if you're out of the hospital yet, but we all wish you a very speedy recovery!! </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >Love,<br /><br />The BUF Team !!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" >P.S Ishi please label and title it appropriately.</span><br /></span>Łóòň Ġãĺhttp://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/attn-vipul-loon-gal.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-45400468547829353932007-10-26T19:51:00.000+05:302007-10-26T20:25:10.375+05:30Colour not color pls :D... (Sudeep)<div align="justify"><span style="color:#000066;"><i>She: Tell me which colour suits me the best?</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000066;">Me: Baby didn’t you know that I am colour blind?</i></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000066;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000066;">Can’t help, but the first thing that strikes my mind is colour blind. Sometimes it is good to be a colour blind in situations where some random answer might start an altercation :D. Go </span><a href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/93de8ceb-3a9f-4848-b8cc-c3121a0b3ae2/Colourblind---Darius"><span style="color:#663333;"><em>here</em></span></a><span style="color:#000066;"> to listen to one of my most fav songs, Colourblind by Darius Danesh. Thanks to Vipul for introducing me to this song.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000066;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000066;">The next thing that the word colour reminds me is the festival of myriad colours – Holi. Splashing buckets of coloured water, hitting water balloons and smearing fistfuls of colours on faces of friends (and sometimes on unwary strangers), roaming around the city on bikes with a horde of friends in the multi-coloured attire will always be fun for me at least. Below is one of the pics during a Holi blast...</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wN9oTo0aAWk/RyH4G3fyiuI/AAAAAAAAAlk/LtE2nWsAk4A/s1600-h/F1230012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125650647784524514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wN9oTo0aAWk/RyH4G3fyiuI/AAAAAAAAAlk/LtE2nWsAk4A/s400/F1230012.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000066;">I am quite naive at posting videos/songs in a post coz blogger always fires me some error. So <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhwIFbB5iuo"><em><span style="color:#663333;">here is a link of a video</span></em></a> on youtube. Won’t reveal what lies there coz then it would useless to spend time watching the beautiful video. Thanks to Yashita for sharing the link.<br /></span><span style="color:#000066;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Wishing Sam & Diya a belated happy birthday and may God bless you with all the joyous colours in the coming year. Have a colourful weekend everyone... :-)</span> </div>Sudeephttp://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/colour-not-color-pls-sudeep.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-47723457609349663262007-10-25T19:11:00.000+05:302007-10-25T20:14:18.067+05:30When I think of.... (Ishita)<div align="justify">Every time I sat down to write about this word “color”, my mind would go blank. Mentioned the same to Mala and she gave me the idea for the lines below.<br /><br />The idea is to associate a color with people who are close to me…<br /><br />I’ll start with<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;"><u>BLACK</u></span></strong> – it’s also one of my favs. But the person who it reminds me of is Rajiv coz of his sheer love for this color and always opting for an outfit in black when he shops for me :P … I remember one festive season he got me three outfits…all black!!<br /><br />Also coz I think he looks nice in that black shirt teamed with grey trousers *ahem*<br /><br />It also reminds me of my old blog :) and my love for templates with a dark background :P<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><u>RED</u> </strong></span>– My son! He loves Red. It’s his fav color and somehow every birthday he ends up getting a lot of that color in the clothes people gift! Red toy car, Red yo-yo, Red power ranger….*sigh*<br /><br />Also, Red reminds me of a certain someone who’s ready to be a bride :)<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"><u>GREEN</u></span></strong> – Reminds me of maa and her love for plants and the little terrace garden at my parents. Mummy’s voice… that’s always so reassuring.<br /><br />Also reminds me of Assam. Lush, green, wet monsoon days and all the friends I hung out with. Part of my favourite childhood memories…<br /><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong><u>SILVER</u></strong></span> <strong><span style="color:#333333;">(silver)</span></strong> – reminds me of daddy. His silver grey hair :) and sitting with him on the terrace watching the constellations and his stories of granpa and his love for astronomy….<br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><strong><u>WHITE </u><span style="color:#333333;">(white)</span></strong></span> – reminds me of my granmas (maternal and paternal) … of thamma (paternal granma) singing early mornings….of nanima's (maternal granma) gentle reminders to chant the “hanuman chalisa” to ward of my fear of the dark….<br /><br />Also reminds me of BUF :P coz the template’s been this shade from day one and then I find myself thinking of all the ppl I’ve come to know here… the good and the not so good times...the whole experience of being in it! :)<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong><u>CREAM/Off WHITE</u></strong></span> <span style="color:#333333;">(cream/off white)</span>– reminds me of my lil niece. My favourite pic of her is in a dress of the same color. I can’t wait to see her for the first time ever next month!!<br /><br /><strong><u><span style="color:#3366ff;">BLUE</span></u></strong> – Reminds me of my brothers… of being slung on dada’s back and whirled around the room…them singing “phoolon ka taro ka…” …me throwing my head back and laughing…watching the blue sky…<br /><br />Never can listen to the song without tears in my eyes….<br /><br />*ahem* right then certain ppl close to me will know the rather cute story behind “blue”. It reminds me of an old school time crush :P<br /><br /><u><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">PINK</span></strong></u> – coz it is such a feminine color and the first person it brings to my mind is Suchi. Whenever we think of buying her a gift, R and I end up giving her something in pink! :D It suits her best. Isn't pink the happiest color too :))<br /><br /><strong><u><span style="color:#ffcc00;">YELLOW</span></u></strong> – would be the frenz I hold so close and true to me. Esp. the sunshine girl Uttsy :) … and yes u, u and u :))<br /><br />You make the world a brighter sunnier and happier place indeed!<br /><br /><strong><u><span style="color:#993300;">BROWN</span></u></strong> – reminds me of “ruru” from the first day I held him in my arms and felt that first wet lick on my fingers….till the last time I saw him…old, limping and yet making that effort to show me he still recognized me. His tail wagging, his bark feeble… I miss him…May God bless his soul…<br /><br />*sigh* I’m done…Thanks Mala :)</div>ishitahttp://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-i-think-of-ishita.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-15431799096509166832007-10-24T19:14:00.000+05:302007-10-24T19:42:04.830+05:30Colour of Love...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6mafhF82Fho/Rx9QjjLT9RI/AAAAAAAAADI/e33km2Z5ozQ/s1600-h/rose.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6mafhF82Fho/Rx9QjjLT9RI/AAAAAAAAADI/e33km2Z5ozQ/s320/rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124903472639243538" border="0" /></a><br />Spun around, kicked aground,<br />Will you still kiss me<br />When you wake up with a frown?<br /><br />Tossed aside, by my life<br />Can you still see me<br />When you look up from the strife?<br /><br />Thrown awry, for my lie<br />Can you still love me<br />When you find out I’m a spy?<br /><br />Homeward bound, lost then found<br />Will you still know me<br />When I come back into town?<br /><br />Will you still show me the color of love<br />Which seems like a sign from above...<br />Back in time we met<br />Those days we had I will never forget...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6mafhF82Fho/Rx9Q3jLT9SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/i63mlUJuctE/s1600-h/trustthefutre.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6mafhF82Fho/Rx9Q3jLT9SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/i63mlUJuctE/s200/trustthefutre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124903816236627234" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><marquee style="">Never forget "the Colour of Love"</marquee><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">PS: arey pura maine nai likha... (i havent written the whole thing)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">MUNNA BHAIIIIIIIIIIII..... ka ishtyle hai..... ;) LOL</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Courtesy a little bit from: Ian David Blum</span></span>Darshhttp://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/colour-of-love.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-52256834700939339462007-10-24T17:24:00.000+05:302007-10-24T18:50:48.131+05:30Word : Color:AmitL<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2JVoeZpk2-k/Rx9FhPpg3XI/AAAAAAAAAJo/OaEoOQwgOMQ/s1600-h/angry_lady.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124891338409565554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2JVoeZpk2-k/Rx9FhPpg3XI/AAAAAAAAAJo/OaEoOQwgOMQ/s320/angry_lady.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Color…color…Isn’t it amazing, the variety of colors we come across daily, but, which we fail to appreciate because our mind is busy elsewhere? The first colorful post for this word, is an incident of today which goes thusly:<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Red</span>, nee, crimson: Color on the face of the lady sitting on the bench next to next to mine…why? Well, every day morning, while waiting for our co. bus, I observe that there’s a <span style="color:#ff0000;">red-</span>n-<span style="color:#ffff00;">yellow</span> taxi waiting for this lady. Today, as usual, she walked out of the building, in the <span style="color:#33ccff;">blue</span>-n- <span style="color:#3333ff;">bluer </span>trousers n Tshirt two sizes smaller than her, err, plump figure, white cigarette with <span style="color:#663333;">light brown</span> end burning furiously in her mouth(Probably a way to dismiss the day’s tensions or Wednesday morning blues in advance), and …voila, today, the taxi guy had left already(I saw him waiting when I reached, btw)…so, she shakes her hands angrily, dials a number on one of her cellphones(One was grey, one was dark blue), and starts screaming at the driver…’What time is it?’ He gave some answer ‘So why did you go? What 717 AM? My time is 730 AM’ –screams a bit more…then, ‘ ok, are you going to come or do I call your company and complain?’ I guess he said ‘No, I won’t. Be my guest and call them.’ And, that’s what caused the change in colour from normal to <span style="color:#ffccff;">pink</span> to crimson <span style="color:#ff0000;">red </span>on her white face, I guess.<br /></div><br /><div>Hehe..I felt positively tickled <span style="color:#ffccff;">pink </span>after this incident.. While she was still musing, my <span style="color:#cccccc;">white</span> co bus with Ebenezer transport emblazoned on it in <span style="color:#663333;">red</span>, arrived.)<br />I guess you can’t blame her for being off color. But, tell me, was she right to see <span style="color:#ff0000;">red</span> like this? Why do some people expect red carpet treatment always? </div><br /><div>----</div><br /><div>And, here's some 'color'ful jokes:</div><div></div><div> </div><div>What is green and sings?</div><div>Elvis Parsley! </div><div></div><div> </div><div>What is black & white, black & white, and orange? </div><div>Two skunks fighting over a basketball! </div><div></div><br /><div>What is green & red all over? </div><div>A pickle holding its breath! </div><br /><div></div><div>What is black & white & red all over?</div><div>A skunk with diaper rash! </div><br /><div></div><div>What is a cat's favorite color?</div><div>Purrrrrrrrrple!</div><br /><div></div>Before anyone goes Grrr! at these jokes, let me say' byeeeee'!AmitLhttp://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/word-coloramitl.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-66647539532989733462007-10-24T09:00:00.001+05:302007-10-24T09:03:55.399+05:30Color Of My Heart (Keshi)<div align="justify"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BIlzHzRbxXE/Rx67SZKtSeI/AAAAAAAAB24/Zcujc-OqNGk/s1600-h/a14.jpg"><em><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124739350662040034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BIlzHzRbxXE/Rx67SZKtSeI/AAAAAAAAB24/Zcujc-OqNGk/s400/a14.jpg" border="0" /></span></em></a><em><span style="color:#330033;"> This is a pic taken by me last Spring at the Tulip festival in Canberra. When I look at this colorful pic, it reminds me of different people with different hearts. We all have the same heart but we portray different <strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">c</span><span style="color:#009900;">o</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">l</span><span style="color:#993399;">o</span><span style="color:#00cccc;">r</span></strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>s</strong> </span>(all good I hope). <strong>Tell me...what color is your heart and why?<br /></strong></span></div></em>Keshihttp://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/color-of-my-heart.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-80292509988728219712007-10-23T14:39:00.000+05:302007-10-23T15:10:52.875+05:30Colors (Aakash)I love the blue of the clear winter sky,<br />and the dark navy on a half-moon night.<br />But of all the colors, one that I most miss<br />is your maroon lipstick smeared on my lips.AakASH!!!http://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/colors-aakash.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-52601618588316441462007-10-23T10:17:00.000+05:302007-10-23T12:29:16.695+05:30Fresh, sparkle n color :D :D :D<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SgfY9Y-_Uw4/Rx2FDttiXzI/AAAAAAAAAXs/kCWNsq0xeJM/s1600-h/jigisha"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124398249874186034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SgfY9Y-_Uw4/Rx2FDttiXzI/AAAAAAAAAXs/kCWNsq0xeJM/s320/jigisha%27s+marriage+pics+134.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"><em>She is the color of my life : <strong>My mom</strong></em><br /></span><br /></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SgfY9Y-_Uw4/Rx1_c9tiXwI/AAAAAAAAAXU/wU5SDiBSkHk/s1600-h/jigisha"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124392086596116226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SgfY9Y-_Uw4/Rx1_c9tiXwI/AAAAAAAAAXU/wU5SDiBSkHk/s320/jigisha%27s+marriage+pics+278.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="color:#003300;">She is the sparkle of my eyes : <strong>My Aunt</strong></span></em></div><em></em><div><br /></div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SgfY9Y-_Uw4/Rx1_ddtiXxI/AAAAAAAAAXc/AeqdylEHEW0/s1600-h/jigisha"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124392095186050834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SgfY9Y-_Uw4/Rx1_ddtiXxI/AAAAAAAAAXc/AeqdylEHEW0/s320/jigisha%27s+marriage+pics+277.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="color:#990000;"> they <strong>both</strong> make me feel fresh all the time :) muaaah</span></em> <div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">n the song below dedicated to them :)</span></em></strong> </div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-yrVpc_xprE&rel=" width="350" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed>uttarahttp://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/fresh-sprakle-n-colour-d-d-d.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-28939779902067823982007-10-22T15:04:00.000+05:302007-10-22T20:20:49.905+05:30Blue be my color.........<div align="justify"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qz33LHdGOeY/Rxy4QhjSw_I/AAAAAAAAANo/0NOsijr4Xk4/s1600-h/Farmhouse.GIF"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124173070064600050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qz33LHdGOeY/Rxy4QhjSw_I/AAAAAAAAANo/0NOsijr4Xk4/s320/Farmhouse.GIF" border="0" /></a>Well... whenever one speaks of colors the only one that comes to my mind is <font color="#3333ff"><strong>BLUE</strong></font>. Yup.... the most royal of all colors according to me. The color means a lot to me. It somehow gives me a sense of freedom, may be because it reminds me of a clear blue sky that stretches as far as one can see (please ignore the manhattans!! :D) . It makes me feel calm..... might because of the deep color that one sees in the calm but powerful oceans.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">The only other color which can stir a lot of emotions within me is <font color="#ff0000"><strong>RED</strong></font>. Surprised?? Well..... this is one color which is nothing if not passionate. The passion the color red can stir within one cannot be described. And thus tops my list.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">From a different perspective, color is what makes LIFE so interesting. IMO, every person we come across is like a color. They happen to touch your life and infuse in you a little bit of their color, lending you a new shade. Sometimes it's visible enough for others to notice, e.g. when you hate someone or when you love. Can anyone deny that??</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Colors are the ultimate ingredient to make life interesting enough for us to look forward to another day...... always!!!</div>Samhttp://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/blue-be-my-color.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-82595392227775792092007-10-22T08:59:00.000+05:302007-10-22T09:09:49.808+05:30Word of the Week & Birthdays (Ishita)<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Hi…<br /><br />I meant to do this earlier but I’ve been extremely busy the past few days and haven’t had the chance to venture anywhere close to this laptop or any pc anywhere!! The Durga Puja festivities have kept me busy and having a rather exciting time…(will share pics on Picasa via email)<br /></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oq2BgJgywJo/RxwawCcBWyI/AAAAAAAAA1E/W3juBkhe96U/s1600-h/sam.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123999888631225122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="124" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oq2BgJgywJo/RxwawCcBWyI/AAAAAAAAA1E/W3juBkhe96U/s200/sam.jpg" width="127" border="0" /></a>In all the excitement, I missed out on wishing <strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Sam</span></strong> on his birthday! :( … I’m sorry Sam – I hope you’ll understand. Wishing you a “belated”<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oq2BgJgywJo/RxwaeycBWxI/AAAAAAAAA08/_Bav6NmDqmU/s1600-h/PICT0004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123999592278481682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="151" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oq2BgJgywJo/RxwaeycBWxI/AAAAAAAAA08/_Bav6NmDqmU/s200/PICT0004.jpg" width="103" border="0" /></a> </em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY</span></strong><em> and the best ever year ahead!! It was his birthday yesterday…21st October.<br /><br />We have yet another birthday coming up this week. Yes it’s our very own <strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Diya’s b’day on the 24th</span></strong>!<br /><br />Time also to announce the new </em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#cc6600;">Word of the Week</span> – <span style="font-size:130%;">“COLOR” </span></span></strong><em>(received the max. votes in the poll counter!)<br /><br />I’ll update the poll counter later today. Please keep sending in suggestions and ideas.<br /><br />Have fun everyone … :) </em></span></div>ishitahttp://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/word-of-week-birthdays-ishita.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-43683341406502321702007-10-21T20:50:00.000+05:302007-10-21T22:40:12.369+05:30Sparkle (Loon Gal)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_akNZEHs0R7I/RxuGhSVcw6I/AAAAAAAAASs/j9Q7z4An4F8/s1600-h/21102007123.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_akNZEHs0R7I/RxuGhSVcw6I/AAAAAAAAASs/j9Q7z4An4F8/s320/21102007123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123836907479679906" border="0" /></a><br />The first thing that came to my mind was sparkling white teeth and for crying out loud, I can NOT smile! Therefore, the idea that followed took form of a pic and here you go!<br /><br />Have a Sparkling week ahead !!!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">P.S. No am not engaged! </span>Łóòň Ġãĺhttp://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/sparkle-loon-gal.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-89095847541707873102007-10-20T22:09:00.000+05:302007-10-20T22:57:22.718+05:30Sparkle Me Timbers! (Michelle)<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HijQusgq2Nk/Rxo3gSx--GI/AAAAAAAAAO8/k5XYilOdOl0/s1600-h/Image(505)-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123468554024188002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HijQusgq2Nk/Rxo3gSx--GI/AAAAAAAAAO8/k5XYilOdOl0/s320/Image(505)-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Being a very materialistic girl, the first thought that pops into my mind is the glint of a precious stone <strong>sparkling</strong> in all its glory luring me to want it :P I'm totally the type that gets distracted by things that sparkle.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>But lately theres only one thing thats been sparkling a lot </div><div> </div><div>and its all because of all my friends!</div><div><br />Thank you guys so much for all the good wishes, phone calls, text messages, facebook gifts and posts...made my day!!!</div><div><br />Most importantly, thank you for <strong>sparkling</strong> your way into my life! :-)</div><br /><div></div>Michellehttp://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/sparkle-me-timbers-michelle.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-12084271951424970792007-10-18T22:02:00.000+05:302007-10-18T22:51:15.294+05:30Sparkle Part II:AmitLHi,all,just thought of some more sparkles over the working week...As I always say,keep your eyes and ears open,and,ideas come naturally.(both good and mischievous,of course..haha).<br /><br />As sparkling as:(Now,many of these are India-specific,hence,there're links,which are,err,Keshi-specific,and,for any others who're not familiar with our country's sparklers)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2JVoeZpk2-k/RxeOMfpg3RI/AAAAAAAAAI4/kcbp8ldxci8/s1600-h/250px-PreityZinta.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2JVoeZpk2-k/RxeOMfpg3RI/AAAAAAAAAI4/kcbp8ldxci8/s320/250px-PreityZinta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122719446462422290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />- Preity Zinta's smile in the first part of <a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/hu/thumb/5/57/PreityZinta.jpg/250px-PreityZinta.jpg">'Salaam Namaste'</a><br />whether she's RJing,or, listening to Jaaved Jaffrey say 'Egg-jactly' or' The ghosts of the kicks not listening to the talks'(Laaton ke bhoot baaton se nahin maante')<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2JVoeZpk2-k/RxeP4vpg3SI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wSIbbM5QsK8/s1600-h/lage_raho_munna_01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2JVoeZpk2-k/RxeP4vpg3SI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wSIbbM5QsK8/s320/lage_raho_munna_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122721306183261474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />- Vidya Balan's pearly white-all of them sparkle when she goes 'Goooood Mooooorning,Mumbai', in her role as a RJ in '<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0456144/">Lage Raho Munnabhai</a>'( Hehe-even the IMDB article says 'great teeth')<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2JVoeZpk2-k/RxeUAPpg3TI/AAAAAAAAAJI/fvDJHTO5IE8/s1600-h/TalesOfAkbarNBirbal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2JVoeZpk2-k/RxeUAPpg3TI/AAAAAAAAAJI/fvDJHTO5IE8/s320/TalesOfAkbarNBirbal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122725833078791474" border="0" /></a>- Birbal's wit in Emperor Akbar's court, when he was asked silly questions supposedly meant to trap him,but,he managed to wiggle out courtesy his wit. Like,when Akbar asked him,when they were out for a stroll:<br />How many crows are there in my kingdom?<br />Birbal:<span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style=""> "There are ninety-five thousand four hundred and sixty-three crows in the Kingdom".<br />Akbar: How can you be so sure?<br />Birbal:</span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="">"If there are more crows than my answer, then some crows are visiting from other neighboring kingdoms".<br />"And what if there are less crows", Akbar asked.<br />Birbal: "Then some crows from our kingdom have gone on holidays to other places".<br />(Now,doesn't that remind you of school days?I'm sure today's school kids would just say 'arghh' to such a joke.)<br /><br />Want more tales for ole time's sake?Read <a href="http://www.indiaparenting.com/stories/birbal/index.shtml">right here.</a><br />------------<br />Here's looking forward to the next 'word',Ishi.From the polls,it looks like 'color' is going to be THE ONE. Have a great weekend,everyone.Cheers!</span></span>AmitLhttp://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/sparkle-part-iiamitl.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-87083582159572357592007-10-16T20:00:00.000+05:302007-10-17T11:41:50.317+05:30Sparkle (Sam)For me sparkle is the the bubbly,<br />the clear glass of water<br />with sunshine streaming through<br />on a cold winter winter morning.....<br />Sparkle is the light I see,<br />in those special eyes....<br />when I see some one with<br />a tearful eye...<br />for joy or sorrow i shall not know...<br />Sparkle is what I see...<br />on a clear night<br />staring in the sky...Samhttp://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/sparkle_16.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-69982833992516552392007-10-16T19:00:00.000+05:302007-10-16T19:10:22.683+05:30Sparkle (Aakash)Before you leave me<br />alone tonight.<br />Before tears drown<br />your little lies.<br />Tell me is it my<br />heart that burns<br />behind the sparkle<br />of your eyes?AakASH!!!http://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/sparkle.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-86523435694093150092007-10-15T21:16:00.000+05:302007-10-15T21:26:37.700+05:30Bappy Hirthday Buggzzz..<div align="justify"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wN9oTo0aAWk/RxOLnsVhKEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/gCij2AAhbwA/s1600-h/cheers.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121590715282958402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wN9oTo0aAWk/RxOLnsVhKEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/gCij2AAhbwA/s400/cheers.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;"><em><span style="color:#003300;">Sparkling</span></em> wine for wishing the most active Pune blogger on BUF, Michelle and also Richa on their birthdays. I am sure you both must have had a wonderful time yesterday. We all wish that the coming year is even more wonderful for you. Have a great time and lend a sparkle to both the worlds, real and virtual, with your lovely smiles.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000066;">P.S.: Now Michelle won't complain on the increasing alcohol intake :D Cheers!</span></div>Sudeephttp://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/bappy-hirthday-buggzzz.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-23130558337854785992007-10-15T16:19:00.000+05:302007-10-15T22:32:17.437+05:30Birthday Wishes<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2JVoeZpk2-k/RxNJRPpg3PI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7PA84P48_vE/s1600-h/birthday%2520balloons.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121517761857641714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2JVoeZpk2-k/RxNJRPpg3PI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7PA84P48_vE/s320/birthday%2520balloons.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>Hi,all,</div><div></div><br /><div>Courtesy the Sunday holiday yesterday, even I forgot a birthday dedication post. So here goes(albeit,a day late) a birthday wish in the form of a poem, for the two birthday 'celebrators', Michelle and Richa.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> On your birthday we wish you much pleasure and joy;</div></div><div align="center">We hope all of your wishes come true.</div><div align="center">May each hour and minute be filled with delight,</div><div align="center">And your birthday be perfect for you!<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">By Joanna Fuchs</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>Cheers and have a great year ahead</em>. </div></div>AmitLhttp://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/birthday-wishes.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-87611778327902962392007-10-15T06:19:00.000+05:302007-10-15T06:20:53.288+05:30Sparkle (Silvara)<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Mehndi laga ke rakhna, doli sajake rakhna.....</span><br /><br />The sounds of wedding songs fill the house. The air is light, people are smiling and laughing. Work is being done in regards to the wedding, people being called up, often turning into hour long conversations. Sometimes they want to speak to her, and she dutifully obeys, laughing at all the right places, chatting to them amiably.<br /><br />Her cousin's wife comes over in the afternoon to help. She is young, younger than herself, having been married for just 2 years and already with a toddler son. But the cousin's wife always seems older and wiser and she wonders if this is how she will be as well.<br /><br />She plays with her hair, teasing it up into a fancy bun. Her sister brings down her wedding outfit, the hand embroidered jewels sparkling. She places it over her head, in the way she will wear it on the day. For a moment, everyone is silent, taking in how the colour complements her skin, how the work on the material sparkles and shimmers in the light. She looks into the mirror and sees how she will be on the day and smiles. But inside she feels a twinge of sadness as she watches them looking at her.<br /><br />They all move to the other room and put on some songs, the wedding outfit forgotten. They start to play some more of the dancing numbers. The sangeet is coming up and nothing has been prepared. Her mother wants her to dance to an old song. She thinks it's too...well....old. But cousin's wife says it's a beautiful song and it will be very nice to dance to. So she goes off to download the song so they can dance.<br /><br />The song is nicer then she expected. She had heard it before, but always thought it that wouldn't suit the occasion. But when she hears the words again, tears unexpectedly come to her eyes. There is a verse singing to the mother, telling her that, tomorrow the sun would shine, the birds will sing...but she would not be there. That life will go on, but there will always be a gap.<br /><br />And she wonders, is this how she will feel. If this is how her mother will feel. She looks at the sparkling material of her wedding outfit, lying on the table, and for the first time she doesn't want to leave.<br /><br /><center><object width="250" height="250"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8XaM-mseKa0"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8XaM-mseKa0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="250"></embed></object></center><br /><br /><br /></div>Silvarahttp://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/sparkle-silvara.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-60737781356353217232007-10-13T08:55:00.001+05:302007-10-15T00:14:47.299+05:30Keep Sparkling (Vishesh)<a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/vichuthecrazy/Aakodai/photo#5076274849310138066"><img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/vichuthecrazy/RnKNFIdhXtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/l7sjLuWsy-s/s400/P1010059.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />well it will be history and it is....but its beauty will keep sparkling in our memory :)visheshhttp://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/keep-spakling.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-18909467261136058012007-10-12T14:48:00.000+05:302007-10-15T00:16:39.577+05:30Sparkle (Poo)<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vtObwr7WtLA/Rw875SU5WTI/AAAAAAAABB8/5VF0kZ3zVPI/s1600-h/bbb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120377156701608242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vtObwr7WtLA/Rw875SU5WTI/AAAAAAAABB8/5VF0kZ3zVPI/s400/bbb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A wish for you because you mean so much to me<br />I’m hoping that you spend your day just where you want to be<br />With people whom you love and doing things you love to do<br />‘Cause you deserve a special day that <strong>sparkles</strong> – just like you :))Poohttp://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/sparkle-poo.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405530919758776014.post-51040223573428941902007-10-12T11:17:00.001+05:302007-10-12T11:19:48.854+05:30Shining Hearts (Keshi)<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BIlzHzRbxXE/Rw7uspKtRkI/AAAAAAAABvs/BTg7y76-zMo/s1600-h/spk1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120292277099251266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BIlzHzRbxXE/Rw7uspKtRkI/AAAAAAAABvs/BTg7y76-zMo/s400/spk1.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BIlzHzRbxXE/Rw7ulpKtRjI/AAAAAAAABvk/-TZmNPTxbYs/s1600-h/spk1.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#330000;">Sparkling wine...sparkling hearts...a sparkling love...and sparkling smiles. I shine on you..like you shine on me. A shimmering light that never really dies...</span></em></div>Keshihttp://betweenusfriends.blogspot.com/2007/10/shining-hearts-keshi.htmlhttp://api.feedburner.com/awareness/1.0/GetFeedData?uri=BetweenFriends