<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894425228386606246</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:39:06.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JLT - Just Like That :D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04032659331018473857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVNSKr8wAfI/AAAAAAAABDg/KreADzozNP0/S220/18889334_w434_h_q80.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894425228386606246.post-3414769250990324265</id><published>2010-09-11T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T23:17:49.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chumma TP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Lil Sis (cousin) from Chennai was in town for a vacation and she wanted to draw something for her mom's B'day ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So we drew this on a handkerchief and then she painted it laters :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the one drawn on Paper :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/TIxwIPJvkUI/AAAAAAAADmw/wlanTMR0IKI/s1600/002_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515906930430677314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/TIxwIPJvkUI/AAAAAAAADmw/wlanTMR0IKI/s400/002_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894425228386606246-3414769250990324265?l=nishampp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/feeds/3414769250990324265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2010/09/chumma-tp.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/3414769250990324265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/3414769250990324265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2010/09/chumma-tp.html' title='Chumma TP'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04032659331018473857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVNSKr8wAfI/AAAAAAAABDg/KreADzozNP0/S220/18889334_w434_h_q80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/TIxwIPJvkUI/AAAAAAAADmw/wlanTMR0IKI/s72-c/002_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894425228386606246.post-5175261869869185562</id><published>2010-09-11T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T23:45:36.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Che Guevara</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmm ... My Friend Su's b'day was around the corner and was wondering what to gift him.. Then I realised that he idolized Che Guevara .. So thought I would draw him Che's pic and gift it to him ... ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Initial Version:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/TIxyo6sQGpI/AAAAAAAADm8/dkL037XiU6g/s1600/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515909690897210002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/TIxyo6sQGpI/AAAAAAAADm8/dkL037XiU6g/s400/DSC00008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Framed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I always had this color combination in mind ... Glad I used it for this pic :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/TIx2XscWccI/AAAAAAAADnI/yfuc0DaC0Vk/s1600/DSC02481_.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515913793061155266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/TIx2XscWccI/AAAAAAAADnI/yfuc0DaC0Vk/s400/DSC02481_.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S: Yea I did gift this to him instead of keeping to for myself :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894425228386606246-5175261869869185562?l=nishampp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/feeds/5175261869869185562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2010/09/che-guevara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/5175261869869185562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/5175261869869185562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2010/09/che-guevara.html' title='Che Guevara'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04032659331018473857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVNSKr8wAfI/AAAAAAAABDg/KreADzozNP0/S220/18889334_w434_h_q80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/TIxyo6sQGpI/AAAAAAAADm8/dkL037XiU6g/s72-c/DSC00008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894425228386606246.post-4378120423468633148</id><published>2010-09-11T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T23:05:41.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gradient Experiment :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmm ... I wanted to give a shot at gradients and below was the outcome ... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do drop your comments for improvement.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Listen: &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515901374876051346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/TIxrE3GTZ5I/AAAAAAAADmA/GR7HtuEMV60/s400/Listen.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Listen To:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515903268333397234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/TIxszExtpPI/AAAAAAAADmk/o48DzPSX5xE/s400/Listen+to.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Listen To You Heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515901394321341186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/TIxrF_ia-wI/AAAAAAAADmQ/EJM--PcUEjI/s400/Listen+to+Your+heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894425228386606246-4378120423468633148?l=nishampp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/feeds/4378120423468633148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2010/09/gradient-experiment-p.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/4378120423468633148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/4378120423468633148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2010/09/gradient-experiment-p.html' title='Gradient Experiment :P'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04032659331018473857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVNSKr8wAfI/AAAAAAAABDg/KreADzozNP0/S220/18889334_w434_h_q80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/TIxrE3GTZ5I/AAAAAAAADmA/GR7HtuEMV60/s72-c/Listen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894425228386606246.post-75129497755575149</id><published>2010-01-13T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:22:00.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Weird Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was around the 1st week of November, 2009. My aunt had come home and so we (Mom, Aunt n I) thought we'd sleep in my bro's room. This is when I had these bizarre dreams(what's more weird is I had these dreams in a row continuously for 3 days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night 1 -&gt; Dream 1: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there with a bunch of gals (of all ages - Gals in Tweens, Teens and Below Ten) and we were in this multi storied house. I still remember the house had all pastel colors of peach, creamish yellow, pale blues n stuff like that. We were all playing some game I guess coz we were all running up and down the stairs(and as expected when you find a group of gals together the house was filled with giggles). Just when I was going to the next floor from the ground floor I sensed that there was&lt;br /&gt;someone else there!(I'm sure a few of you'll would remember me telling this dialogue to you'll, "You know, Yesterday at home I had this weird feeling that there was someone else there ...")&lt;br /&gt;I stopped ... looked around ... and dismissed the idea as I dint find anyone. And I continued with the weird game we were playing. (am sure we were playing Hide-n-Seek :P).&lt;br /&gt;After sometime when we came back to ground floor there was a pool of blood and there was the disturbing sight of the littlest (I know there is no such word) gal brutally beaten up ... :(&lt;br /&gt;I just caught a glimpse of a guy wearing a hood and a hook in his hand (like the one in "I Know What You did Last Summer") going running into one of the rooms in the ground floor ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ... I got up! :-s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night 2 -&gt; Dream 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The scene was at my dad's mom's place(those who know me would already know that I HATE that place).&lt;br /&gt;The house layout was as follows(this describes only the rooms that appeared in the dream :P):&lt;br /&gt;Its in 1st floor,there is a room, the room leads into the hall which in turn leads to the kitchen. Inbetween the kitchen and hall and the kitchen there is a little passage which leads to the main door. after that there are steps which take you to the ground floor to the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;Now that you have pictured the location let me get on with the story. This house was apparently my OFFICE! (what a perfect location indeed :P). Anyways, the room is where I work in and I had a computer as well(so I guess I was a software engineer there as well :D). During lunch time I came out of the room (into the hall that is) and lo I find Deepa there :D.&lt;br /&gt;There are just two people in hall. Deepa sitting in front of her computer and another person sitting next to her(sitting in front of a system of course.) I'm not sure if this other person was a he or she.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways all I know is that we were working and Deepa was in the same floor as me.&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the funny/weird details in the dream:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dee and me went back home together (funny or weird because Dee and me stay in the opposite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ends of Bangalore)&lt;br /&gt;2. We generally went home by bus (funny or weird because I have travelled in a bus maybe just 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;times in my life! But acceptable because Dee travels by bus everyday)&lt;br /&gt;3. If it became late then we used to travel by activa (you must be wondering "DUH! what's so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;funny/weird about that??"). Once we get down the stairs from "Office" you can see loadsa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;vehicles parked. These vehicles are meant to be used by emplpoyees when ever required (yea yea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know your expression is -&gt; : ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So as I said, if it became late then we would just pick up one of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the bikes from the many available ones and go home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Generally EVERYONE left office by 5.30 PM! (I'm sure ALL of you'll agree its WEIRD). Unless there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;was loadsa work and you end up having to use the company's vehicles :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this was our regular routine at office. One day I had loadsa work and so did Dee so we ended up staying beyond 5.30PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people enough of fun things are gonna get a little freaky now :-s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 9.00 PM I came out and about to say, "Dee, done with work kya? What time shall we leave?" and I see Dee sitting infront of the computer and DOZING away. I thought of waking her up but she seemed to be in a deep slumber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just then I noticed that not only Dee but the person next to Dee was also sleeping. Only difference was that this person was lying on the floor and covered from head to toe with a blanket and .....&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND there was a HUGE axe lying next to him/her. (if you've watched Wrong Turn 2, remember the 1st sceen where the cannibal slits the gals body into two perfect halves? Well the same kinda axe was there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND then (what happened next is TOTALLY beyond my understanding), I took that axe and repeatedly hit that guy/gal who was sleeping next to Dee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After that I just dropped the axe there itself and went into that passage. Then after 5 min I came into the hall(calmly as though nothing happened) and woke Dee up and whispered, "Dee, its late shall we leave??". She got up with a start and said, "Nish, just gimme 5 min I'll be done." (This dialogue is v familiar because this happens everyday before lunch [in real life I mean]).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after about half n hour(Dee's 5 min) Dee was done and we went down and took an Activa and were on our way back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home(Twas almost 10.00 PM) we were waiting at a signal when all of a sudden I realised that I LEFT THE AXE NEAR THAT BODY ITSELF!!! AND I DINT EVEN WIPE IT OFF TO REMOVE MY FINGERPRINTS ... (result of watching too much of old detective movies). And I PANICKED!!!!! I thought I'd go back ... but then I thought I HAVE to tell Dee ... I just said, "Dee.." and looked back to face her ... and saw that she was totally troubled ... and before I could say anything ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee said, "Nish, I need to tell you something ..." .. I thought to myself, "WTF!!! She's saying exactly what I was about to say!!!" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nywayz, I said, "Errr .. Ok?". Dee went on, "Nish, you know that person sitting next to me na.. I killed that person today .... There was an axe and I chopped repeatedly and I can still hear the SCREAMS ...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I did not react! All that came to my mind was, "OMG, yes when I repeatedly hit that person there was NO SCREAM!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ... I got up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night 3 -&gt; Dream 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm sure you will find this the funniest but I thought this was was the freakiest dream!&lt;br /&gt;The scene was as follows:&lt;br /&gt;I'm there in this place, surrounded by relatives and ppl i dont know. All of a sudden I spot my dad. And I dunno what he says and all but I get to know that I'm getting married!!! (PLZ STOP LAUGHING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NO CLUE how come and to whom!!! I search for my Mom and Bro or atleast one of my friends and find NO ONE! I am in total panic and the next thing I remember is I'm in this room crying big time (U can laugh .. Even I am LoLin now) and all of a sudden Girish is there and then I tell him,"Hey Girish, I'm getting married itseems and I dont know to who n all and I can't find my mom or bro" and I go on n on ... Then all of a sudden my friend Su called and again i burst into tears and told the same story to him and I believe he said he'd come there and I cut the call and was talking to Girish. After some time Su made his entry and again I started crying and he said, "Hey Dodo, why are you crying now? Stop crying first! We'll do something .. Wait .." and he started talking to Girish ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ... I got up! :&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;So these are 3 of the weirdest dreams I've got till date and that too in a row!!! The 3rd one was the most embarassing one and I dint wanna share it but then when my friends said "BIG DEAL!!Share it..." I thought,"K fine Y not ... :P"&lt;br /&gt;When I told my Mom bout the 3rd dream she said, "Chalo, atleast in your dream you cried!! :)" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up as usual I was trying to analyse as to why I got these disturbing dreams but dint find any particular reason... Till date I aint sure why I got such dreams ... After this I slept in another room for a few days and I dint get any weird dreams .... Now this is DEFINITELY weird! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894425228386606246-75129497755575149?l=nishampp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/feeds/75129497755575149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-weird-dreams.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/75129497755575149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/75129497755575149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-weird-dreams.html' title='3 Weird Dreams'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04032659331018473857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVNSKr8wAfI/AAAAAAAABDg/KreADzozNP0/S220/18889334_w434_h_q80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894425228386606246.post-2855787578372750740</id><published>2009-06-13T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:12:22.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Art Attack</title><content type='html'>Man ... These days no time for anything ... Just work work n work ... Not that I'm complaining :D ... Coz finally I'm doing what I always wanted to do - "CODE" !!! Though its not a pure development from scratch but still :D ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Coz of this its been quiet sometime since I drew anything so this Saturday late evening of a sudden I was fully enthufied to draw something ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started at about 7 PM and finished the initial drawing at about 8.00... Man it took sooooo long, about half n hour, to get the lips positioned properly ... Serves me right for not scribbling so long :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyways, once I was a lil satisfied I thought I'd take a break and then resumed this at about 11.00 PM and finally completed the pic at about 3.00 AM ... LoLz ... Majority of the time was spent in hunting for all the materials I needed in my 'Pandora Box' :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: For those who dunno what my 'Pandora Box' is I'll soon be writing a post on how it came into existance :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Initial Version:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SjSRbd_NPVI/AAAAAAAACKU/rHc5UQMaedY/s1600-h/DSC01357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SjSRbd_NPVI/AAAAAAAACKU/rHc5UQMaedY/s400/DSC01357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347058558687853906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Final Version:&lt;br /&gt;Caption: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" name="caption" id="caption"&gt;"Colorful Vision in a DARK world !" :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SjSSTOYKtmI/AAAAAAAACKc/LLmWcwILAPg/s1600-h/Colorful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SjSSTOYKtmI/AAAAAAAACKc/LLmWcwILAPg/s400/Colorful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347059516570252898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow liked the Initial Version itself ... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894425228386606246-2855787578372750740?l=nishampp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/feeds/2855787578372750740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-art-attack.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/2855787578372750740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/2855787578372750740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-art-attack.html' title='New Art Attack'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04032659331018473857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVNSKr8wAfI/AAAAAAAABDg/KreADzozNP0/S220/18889334_w434_h_q80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SjSRbd_NPVI/AAAAAAAACKU/rHc5UQMaedY/s72-c/DSC01357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894425228386606246.post-3136946925465561347</id><published>2009-04-06T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:17:03.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tried my hand at shading .. :p</title><content type='html'>Hmmm ...&lt;br /&gt;I was totally BORED so forcefully made myself sit and draw something just to wile away time and since I'd never tried shading I thought now was the time to experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this is the 1st pic that I've drawn of a guy ... :p&lt;br /&gt;My friends used to keep complaining that I always draw just girl's ka pic. So FINALLY this time drew a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its come out just OK. But yea, hopefully will improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do leave your comments/tips ! :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/Sdo4lZqvmCI/AAAAAAAABN0/F5jM3muC_PE/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/Sdo4lZqvmCI/AAAAAAAABN0/F5jM3muC_PE/s400/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321628124888143906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894425228386606246-3136946925465561347?l=nishampp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/feeds/3136946925465561347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2009/04/tried-my-hand-at-shading-p.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/3136946925465561347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/3136946925465561347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2009/04/tried-my-hand-at-shading-p.html' title='Tried my hand at shading .. :p'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04032659331018473857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVNSKr8wAfI/AAAAAAAABDg/KreADzozNP0/S220/18889334_w434_h_q80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/Sdo4lZqvmCI/AAAAAAAABN0/F5jM3muC_PE/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894425228386606246.post-6477911088464653038</id><published>2009-02-23T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:57:29.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Drawing without a Reference ...</title><content type='html'>Well, it was a day where-in I had loads of work and there was the regular chain mails going on parallelly and with awesome music in the background, it was what I would say a perfect day. You must be wondering, "How can a day be perfect with loads of work ..".  Well, you would understand when you finally get work after a week or so of being jobless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so I just wanted to take a 5 min break from the 'hectic' schedule and I dint know what to do coz my friends were not in office yet. So, I took my Keane notebook and was very keen on using this new black pen that i got from the Keane stationary [DON'T LAUGH !!] :"&gt; ... So I just thought let me try drawing something without a reference and below was the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to make a flare at the skirt, but inbetween I guess I changed my mind and since i couldn't erase I just made something out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do give your honest comments on how it has turned out.&lt;br /&gt;Would reall appreciate -ve comments so that I'd know where I need to improve. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SaLHAzSIZDI/AAAAAAAABM0/XsrRgL8bGUA/s1600-h/_Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SaLHAzSIZDI/AAAAAAAABM0/XsrRgL8bGUA/s400/_Girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306022127576048690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894425228386606246-6477911088464653038?l=nishampp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/feeds/6477911088464653038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-drawing-without-reference.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/6477911088464653038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/6477911088464653038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-drawing-without-reference.html' title='My First Drawing without a Reference ...'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04032659331018473857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVNSKr8wAfI/AAAAAAAABDg/KreADzozNP0/S220/18889334_w434_h_q80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SaLHAzSIZDI/AAAAAAAABM0/XsrRgL8bGUA/s72-c/_Girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894425228386606246.post-6818149700451699472</id><published>2009-02-09T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:49:44.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen Angel and Lil Rock Star ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fallen Angel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked this quote "Nobody really cares if you are miserable ... So ... Might as well Be Happy :)".&lt;br /&gt;Sounds nice na? :)&lt;br /&gt;And my mom's bday was round the corner so I thought I'd draw something for which the above quote would sound apt. And then I found this pic of an ethereal creature fallen on the ground and decided that this was THE PIC and started drawing. This pic which I had for reference was really a teeny weeny pic of size 170 x 220. Therefore all that I could make out was a hazy outline. Thanks to my animation classes I was able to picturize the pic and drew it.&lt;br /&gt;This was my first attempt of drawing from memory.&lt;br /&gt;And for the frame, I mixed Red and Prussian Blue paints, to paint something else, but the outcome was this really AMAZING shade of purple which I really really really loved. And yup, for the frame I used this.&lt;br /&gt;My mom really loved it [The Quote, the Angel, the Colors and of course the Purple Frame :D]!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: This pic below does not bring out the rich purple look. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SZBbXQRRhWI/AAAAAAAABLc/S71ulkMSSPY/s1600-h/DSC00504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SZBbXQRRhWI/AAAAAAAABLc/S71ulkMSSPY/s400/DSC00504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300837216477611362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LiL Rock Star:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm ...&lt;br /&gt;This is a funny story indeed. There was this time when I was all of a sudden curious about Goth and Emo's Culture [I honestly dunno why]. Goth Anime  in particular. Used to really hunt for related pix  and Emily is one of the famous goth/emo characters.&lt;br /&gt;She's a lil  gal with long black hair dressed in a black frock and often with a cat[who of course is black] ...&lt;br /&gt;When I found a pic of Emily with a guitar I thought I should give it to Girish.[No idea why this pic for him]&lt;br /&gt;Initially I thought It would be real difficult n stuff but as I progressed it turned out pretty well ;)).&lt;br /&gt;I had informed Girish that I FINALLY drew something for him. And poor guy was all happy ...&lt;br /&gt;:"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SZBboJT8dGI/AAAAAAAABLk/2RwtAhL81Ak/s1600-h/Rock+Star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SZBboJT8dGI/AAAAAAAABLk/2RwtAhL81Ak/s400/Rock+Star.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300837506667541602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyways I continued making the frame. What I had in mind was just a simple rectangular frame with a support kinda thingie behind. That's it. It should have taken me max an hour. BUT, when I was doing this I was watching TV I guess and I cut it a lil more than reqd and the rectangle went for a toss. And the worstpart was that I could not change the frame coz I had already stuck the drawing to the frame :( :( :(.&lt;br /&gt;Nywayz I tried my best to repair it, giving it a zigzag effect n all. But ended up spoiling it evenmore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally when I was just looking around here and there for some junk which I could use to fix the frame, I spotted my guitar. And an idea struck. And below is what I finally made ;)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SZBbxwSVXSI/AAAAAAAABLs/HwXqoAaUKto/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SZBbxwSVXSI/AAAAAAAABLs/HwXqoAaUKto/s400/DSC00499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300837671748590882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, do u think I gave this to Girish?&lt;br /&gt;He He ... He still complain anytime I draw something. He says with a pout, "Yea Yea, keep drawing and keep telling that this is for you and keep them yourself .."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily aur Billi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another of Emily with her Feline personality. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SZBcDQx6lRI/AAAAAAAABL0/DTjVrJoLUPQ/s1600-h/Emily+Aur+Billi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SZBcDQx6lRI/AAAAAAAABL0/DTjVrJoLUPQ/s400/Emily+Aur+Billi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300837972528764178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894425228386606246-6818149700451699472?l=nishampp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/feeds/6818149700451699472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2009/02/fallen-angel-and-lil-rock-star.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/6818149700451699472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/6818149700451699472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2009/02/fallen-angel-and-lil-rock-star.html' title='Fallen Angel and Lil Rock Star ...'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04032659331018473857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVNSKr8wAfI/AAAAAAAABDg/KreADzozNP0/S220/18889334_w434_h_q80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SZBbXQRRhWI/AAAAAAAABLc/S71ulkMSSPY/s72-c/DSC00504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894425228386606246.post-3445136217049489181</id><published>2009-01-11T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T07:15:14.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Rainy Day ...</title><content type='html'>Yup ....&lt;br /&gt;It was just not any other day ... This was the time when cyclone '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/User:Jason_Rees/Nisha"&gt;Nisha&lt;/a&gt;' made rounds which in turn affected Bangalore's weather.... It was AMAZING !!! [The weather I mean] It was COLD n WINDY and all cloudy with just the slight drizzle ... The weather was PURFECT !!!! It was the kinda day wherein you just wanna curl up near the window with a book in one hand and your cuppa coffee in the other and your fav music being played in the background ... But I guess its too much to expect :p ...&lt;br /&gt;N there I was stuck in office ... :(&lt;br /&gt;Anwayz .... I dint feel like working at all that day ... So I headed to our office pantry loaded with a few pencils, an eraser, a few A4 sheets[ that I picked up near the printer ;)] and my mobile ...&lt;br /&gt;There I selected a place near the window ... opened the windows so that the drizzle just sprayed in and the wind blowing in your hair .... Then got myself a cuppa coffee and started drawing ....&lt;br /&gt;Man ... it was an AWSUM experience ... Doing what you like to do best with the weather is indeed a moment to treasure ... I was there for about an hour and half ... and in btn in walks my PM n TL ... :)) ... PM was like,"Hey Nish, Watcha doin here ... :-&gt;" ... And at that time i was drawing Harlequinn [I was in the initial stages ... I had just completed the outline .... ]... Man it was really embarassing .... Lolz ... N PM was v intersted in that drawing n said ... " I'm eagerly waiting for you to complete that ... " ... He He ...&lt;br /&gt;Nywayz it was a v nice day for me ... I drew about 10 pix in that one n half hour ...&lt;br /&gt;I'v posted a few below ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Funky Gurl&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWn_qqrFcjI/AAAAAAAABG8/5wxkD2JicwE/s1600-h/Demon+Hunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWn_qqrFcjI/AAAAAAAABG8/5wxkD2JicwE/s400/Demon+Hunter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290040345797947954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pink Panther&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoAdq0P0YI/AAAAAAAABHc/eIJ0xOeyy34/s1600-h/Pink+Panther.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoAdq0P0YI/AAAAAAAABHc/eIJ0xOeyy34/s400/Pink+Panther.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290041222009704834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RockStar&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoAdJqMkRI/AAAAAAAABHU/dQFk2-9CwH0/s1600-h/Gurl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoAdJqMkRI/AAAAAAAABHU/dQFk2-9CwH0/s400/Gurl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290041213109178642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flounder&lt;/span&gt;: I tried my hand at painting ... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoAc-tc-tI/AAAAAAAABHE/TLhS0A3xhJA/s1600-h/Flounder.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoAc-tc-tI/AAAAAAAABHE/TLhS0A3xhJA/s400/Flounder.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290041210170047186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sutta: Named after one of my all time fav songs ... Sutta by Zeest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoA2bXyiVI/AAAAAAAABHs/vnWdw8C-zyY/s1600-h/Smoker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoA2bXyiVI/AAAAAAAABHs/vnWdw8C-zyY/s400/Smoker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290041647360543058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harlequinn&lt;/span&gt;: This was the pic I was talking bout previously ... :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoDJiB-ViI/AAAAAAAABH0/eNlUb-ZYCzw/s1600-h/DSC00959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoDJiB-ViI/AAAAAAAABH0/eNlUb-ZYCzw/s400/DSC00959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290044174588859938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfinished Business:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Female Cowboy&lt;/span&gt; - Haven't named her yet ... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoLyQNOqSI/AAAAAAAABIs/tHfDCYI21LQ/s1600-h/Robin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoLyQNOqSI/AAAAAAAABIs/tHfDCYI21LQ/s400/Robin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290053670271887650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ballerina&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoK4ResWbI/AAAAAAAABH8/DdB_ydgfbGQ/s1600-h/Ballerina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoK4ResWbI/AAAAAAAABH8/DdB_ydgfbGQ/s400/Ballerina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290052674181159346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lonely but at Peace&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoK5GItjOI/AAAAAAAABIU/VSMieyRxSq8/s1600-h/Lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoK5GItjOI/AAAAAAAABIU/VSMieyRxSq8/s400/Lonely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290052688316042466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lil Gurl&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoK4ypBFtI/AAAAAAAABIM/Re3AnFIEt80/s1600-h/Lil+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoK4ypBFtI/AAAAAAAABIM/Re3AnFIEt80/s400/Lil+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290052683082831570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you Guess What this is ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoK5gUuSMI/AAAAAAAABIc/fJasGSZ08Mo/s1600-h/man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoK5gUuSMI/AAAAAAAABIc/fJasGSZ08Mo/s400/man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290052695345744066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Believe I can Fly&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoK4hspYBI/AAAAAAAABIE/WFbr_ci8m8k/s1600-h/Fly+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoK4hspYBI/AAAAAAAABIE/WFbr_ci8m8k/s400/Fly+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290052678534651922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Street Dancer&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoLzGItVtI/AAAAAAAABI8/JR3sHfIygZo/s1600-h/Street+Dancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoLzGItVtI/AAAAAAAABI8/JR3sHfIygZo/s400/Street+Dancer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290053684748441298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skull&lt;/span&gt;: :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoLy7ATDlI/AAAAAAAABI0/JNlGTTnxB4Q/s1600-h/Skull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoLy7ATDlI/AAAAAAAABI0/JNlGTTnxB4Q/s400/Skull.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290053681760374354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Racoon&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoLyQAAZ-I/AAAAAAAABIk/RmWvRxEBO34/s1600-h/Racoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWoLyQAAZ-I/AAAAAAAABIk/RmWvRxEBO34/s400/Racoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290053670216427490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894425228386606246-3445136217049489181?l=nishampp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/feeds/3445136217049489181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-rainy-day.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/3445136217049489181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/3445136217049489181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-rainy-day.html' title='That Rainy Day ...'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04032659331018473857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVNSKr8wAfI/AAAAAAAABDg/KreADzozNP0/S220/18889334_w434_h_q80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SWn_qqrFcjI/AAAAAAAABG8/5wxkD2JicwE/s72-c/Demon+Hunter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894425228386606246.post-1971814203571436009</id><published>2008-12-27T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T07:30:20.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock On !!</title><content type='html'>Yippeeeee .....&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo happy that I can finally write about them ....&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm ... The minute I heard from "The Lunch Group" that there's a hindi movie called &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1230165/"&gt;Rock On!!&lt;/a&gt; that's gonna be released soon. I was like ok ... Maybe another one like Jhankaar Beats or something. But I was still curious. So finally after SO LONG [after joining Keane I literally stopped watching TV and listening to the radio :( ] I tuned into MTV and was eagerly waiting for the Rock On!! song to be played. [Reminded me of the gud ol coll days when I used to turn on VH1 and wait for my fav songs to be played] ...&lt;br /&gt;After some time ... the song "Socha Hain" was aired ... I liked the song immediately ...&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a power cut [during that period the trend was power cuts every nite for 2 hrs :p]...&lt;br /&gt;So, I messaged &lt;a href="http://myconfuseddreams.blogspot.com/"&gt;Girish&lt;/a&gt; bout this movie and that I wanted ALL the songs of  it. And he being the sweetheart that he always is got all the songs the next day ...&lt;br /&gt;Th next day I was eagerly waiting for him to come to office ...  and the 1st thing he told me was ... Only that "Socha Hai" is good ... I gave him a dirty look and a knock on his head and then transferred all the songs to my phone ... And I started listening to the songs ... I really LOVED all of them ... And in order to get more info bout this movie I went to my friend "Google" ...&lt;br /&gt;It was then that a die hard fan of Rock On!! emerged ... [I'm talking bout myself here :p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea ... I was TOTALLY a goner when I got to know that Rock On!! was a movie on aRock Bankd n all but what really impressed me was that all the songs were sung by our Mr.&lt;a href="http://www.indyarocks.com/movieplex/Farhan-Akthar-Profile-Movies-News-gossip-Videos-Wallpapers-Stills-Fan-Clubs-405"&gt; Farhan Akthar&lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;And that Magik actually went through the pain of learning the instruments so that their performance were more realistic ... Me being a music buff and who's dream, like any other music buff, is to be part of a band was totally excited for this movie ...&lt;br /&gt;I then got the lyrics of all the songs and learnt them by heart ... As the movie's release date was nearing my excitement was growing ... I really wanted to go for 1st day 1st show ... but unfortunately that dint happen .... :( :(&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless I went for 1st day night show ... I had learnt the lyrics of all the songs by then ... and was fully set to watch the movie ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I expected and the way it turned out to be was like TOTALLY UNEXPECTED !!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh man ... I still remember being stunned when the movie started off with the song "Socha Hai" it was like being in a concert and I was screaming my lungs out singing along ... It was something I'd never expected from a Bollywood movie ... :"&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad I had learnt all the lyrics ... coz otherwise you wudnt enjoy the movie that much ... I must say the story line of the movie aint anything unusual or different ... Just a simple story bout 4 friends, their youth, they pig-headedness, their friendship and respect for each other. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the way the movie was presented was really AMAZING !! The songs were AMAZING !! Thanks to the talented Javed Akthar who has composed so beautifully ... I mean just compare Tum Ho To and Zeherile ...&lt;br /&gt;Am sure you'll agree with me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nywayz after that I started publicising Rock On !! ... My friends used to ask me ... Are you promoting Rock On !! r wat ... N I was like ... YES ... You should not miss it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my advice to any1 who was gonna watch the movie was ... "Hey make sure you learn the lyrics ... so that u can sing along ... else the movie wont be enjoyable .."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to praise Farhan Akthar,  :"&gt;,  soooo much ... N Girish apparently hated him ... he was like ... "I agree he's a good director ... but actor? singer?" .... N believe me he got enough knocks on his head for that :p ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all this changed when we went for Rock On !! again as a team [from office]... Though I had already watched it I was still excited ... And my friends were all excited too coz I spoke SO MUCH bout it ...&lt;br /&gt;And as expected ... we all enjoyed the movie ... we all screamed our lungs singing along all the songs ... that too in PVR ... we were the only lunatics screamin that loud that we thought the security guys will throw us out ... He He ...&lt;br /&gt;The movie was Gr8 Fun !!! Singing Along ... Getting dirty looks from people around ... Uncle a.ka. Yogi scolding us ... Singing Rock On !! songs together while we were riding our bikes on our way back to office from the movie at 1.30 AM ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a ROCKING Time !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impact of Rock On !! on us:&lt;br /&gt;1. For almost a whole week we continously played Rock On songs at work with full volume&lt;br /&gt;2. Girish LOVES Farhan&lt;br /&gt;3. We adorned our cubicles with Rock On pictures&lt;br /&gt;4. I started taking my guitar classes more seriously and am more dedicated now. [I NEVER bunked a class since !!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just go on and on and on but I guess I have to stop.&lt;br /&gt;I have made as many people aware of Rock On !!. The only one who has not yet watched it is my duffer friend Dee. [poor gal ... NO TIME u c ... :( .... I'l be watching it again with her i guess :p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to conclude saying that "I repeat the movie is good only coz of the concert like presentation of the music" ... So if you watch it at home on a DVD n all u defn wont enjoy it n may not even like the movie ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you'll may think this blog is way too exaggerated. But this is nothing but the truth ... I am infact still excited bout Rock On !! ... Am sure Ammu [my cousin] and Naveen a.k.a Billi [my friend, who's another die hard Rock On !! fan] would agree to this. :)  :)  :)  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock On!! - Live your Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oopz ... In all my excitement I forgot to mention about the genius trio responsible for the HUGE hit of this move ... ThanQ Vino for pointing this out ...&lt;br /&gt;The genius trio I am talking about are - Shanker Mahadevan, Ehsaan Noorani &amp;amp; Loy Medosa (in short SEL).&lt;br /&gt;These guys have done an awsum job in introducing the rock genre` into Bollywood ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pichle saat dino me" song's composition was just amazing specially the Guitar tune .... And so were Socha Hai and the Title song... Good thing about these songs were that typical rock band instruments like Drums, Rock guitar &amp;amp; electronic synthesizer were used and also not much of editing and synthetic sounds. In fact the songs are more appealing because Farhan's voice is not perfect... You relate to the imperfection in his voice ... Don't you? :)&lt;br /&gt;Had there been editing to improvise the essence would have been lost !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehsaan Noorani says, "We composed like a rock band with the drums and bass set up and we all played live to the recorder . &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;We cut this album like a band does which is essentially live...no programming&lt;/span&gt;."  Also I was amazed to know that all Rock on songs were been composed in about just 5 days !! Just 5 days, ya !!! "Rock on" is first Bollywood rock album, says Ehsaan Noorani.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEL creates Magic with Magik ??? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894425228386606246-1971814203571436009?l=nishampp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/feeds/1971814203571436009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2008/12/rock-on.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/1971814203571436009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/1971814203571436009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2008/12/rock-on.html' title='Rock On !!'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04032659331018473857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVNSKr8wAfI/AAAAAAAABDg/KreADzozNP0/S220/18889334_w434_h_q80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894425228386606246.post-5955597829924457611</id><published>2008-12-27T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:46:25.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewells ...</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm ...&lt;br /&gt;Niv [who's another total nutcase like me ... so we kinda got along very well :p], my colleague + part of the lunch group :p , had just two more days to complete serving her notice period.&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to draw something for her as she was one of really good friend. [or maybe just to save money in buying a gift :p].&lt;br /&gt;Anyways whatever the case maybe I sat that night and started drawing. Once I was midway I was kinda reluctant to give away this drawing.&lt;br /&gt;So by the time I finished the drawing any idea of giving it to Niv totally vanished :D :D :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He He ...&lt;br /&gt;This was my first try in shading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Niv left Keane 2 days later with neither a drawing nor a No gift, but with loadsa best wishes from us . :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I captioned this pic as "I Love Rock n Roll" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVZhIW9X7II/AAAAAAAABFE/mNiCAsC9EDI/s1600-h/I+Luv+Rock+n+Roll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVZhIW9X7II/AAAAAAAABFE/mNiCAsC9EDI/s400/I+Luv+Rock+n+Roll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284518008995703938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm ...&lt;br /&gt;Vidz , my colleague + part of the lunch group + college mate :p , had just another week to complete serving her notice period.&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to draw something for her too ... as the plan for Niv went for a flop I was kinda more determined :D  ...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I sat that night and started drawing. Once I was midway I had a &lt;em&gt;déjà vu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...  :"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again by the time I finished the drawing any idea of giving it to Vid vanished :D :D :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He He ...&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Vid too left Keane with neither a drawing nor a No gift, but with loadsa best wishes from us . :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I captioned this pic as "&lt;em&gt;Chikita&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVZiqfe8-nI/AAAAAAAABFM/OdFV65hT-xw/s1600-h/Gurl+Centered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVZiqfe8-nI/AAAAAAAABFM/OdFV65hT-xw/s400/Gurl+Centered.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284519694911208050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm ...&lt;br /&gt;Uncle a.k.a Yogi [no he aint an aged guy] , my team mate , was leaving our project. :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;Yup ... We were all very sad ....&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm ... I know you must be thinking .. WTH this is such a common thing in the s.w industry ...  Well ... if you were in our team then u'd understand ...&lt;br /&gt;We are this group of 5 ppl [&lt;a href="http://myconfuseddreams.blogspot.com/"&gt;Girish&lt;/a&gt;, Venkat, Yogi, Sandeep and I] who joint the project at the same time. And at that time we dint have any seniors to guide as all were onsite and even out manager left for the US to be the onsite co-ordinator. So we kinda grew together in the project. Facing all the ups and downs in the project. [v v v v v few ups though :p]. So it was indeed a really sad moment when he was leaving our project ...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm ... So as usual ... I thought I should start drawing ...&lt;br /&gt;I guess by now you'd have realised that I aint the kinda person who wants to give away her drawings ... :p&lt;br /&gt;But this time i dint have the &lt;em&gt;déjà vu ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yea ... I actually completed the drawing ... framed it ... and gave it to him ...  Yea .. I did get the feeling of not giving it to him ... But then I finally gave it to him ... coz I knew he'd be leaving the company too shortly and I wont be seeing him again ... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Uncle left our project 2 days later with  a drawing and a gift and with loadsa best wishes from us . :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I captioned this "For Yogi"&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Scrooge - Yogi&lt;br /&gt;Red duck - Girish&lt;br /&gt;Blue duck - Venkat&lt;br /&gt;Green duck - Sandy&lt;br /&gt;Pink duck - Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVZnIN2-UDI/AAAAAAAABFU/a4MEgTuaHW0/s1600-h/For+Yogi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVZnIN2-UDI/AAAAAAAABFU/a4MEgTuaHW0/s400/For+Yogi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284524603622707250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894425228386606246-5955597829924457611?l=nishampp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/feeds/5955597829924457611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2008/12/nivs-farewell.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/5955597829924457611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/5955597829924457611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2008/12/nivs-farewell.html' title='Farewells ...'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04032659331018473857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVNSKr8wAfI/AAAAAAAABDg/KreADzozNP0/S220/18889334_w434_h_q80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVZhIW9X7II/AAAAAAAABFE/mNiCAsC9EDI/s72-c/I+Luv+Rock+n+Roll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894425228386606246.post-4867621632590131910</id><published>2008-12-27T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T08:52:56.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVZcJkzOtgI/AAAAAAAABE8/-pnVkgRmW6E/s1600-h/Expressions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVZcJkzOtgI/AAAAAAAABE8/-pnVkgRmW6E/s400/Expressions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284512532332983810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to buy these &lt;a href="http://www.infant-headbands.com/images/softbabyheadwraps.jpg"&gt;Nylon Hair bands&lt;/a&gt; and they generally come on strips of cardboard which were just thrown into the bin. And then I thought I could use them as book marks. But then it was so plain so thought I'll draw something on it. And that's how what you see above originated. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894425228386606246-4867621632590131910?l=nishampp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/feeds/4867621632590131910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2008/12/howdy-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/4867621632590131910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/4867621632590131910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2008/12/howdy-today.html' title='Howdy today?'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04032659331018473857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVNSKr8wAfI/AAAAAAAABDg/KreADzozNP0/S220/18889334_w434_h_q80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVZcJkzOtgI/AAAAAAAABE8/-pnVkgRmW6E/s72-c/Expressions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894425228386606246.post-2342916491408450772</id><published>2008-12-27T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T08:41:05.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Village Girl ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVZZxcqfnRI/AAAAAAAABEs/DLAGylvNg28/s1600-h/Village+Gurl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVZZxcqfnRI/AAAAAAAABEs/DLAGylvNg28/s400/Village+Gurl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284509918808743186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was sketched during my engineering days ... 5th sem i guess ...&lt;br /&gt;Tried my hand at potraits. :p&lt;br /&gt;There was this book by Vikas publication, drew this from there.&lt;br /&gt;I'm yet to try my hand at shading. I dint wanna spoil this pic by experimenting :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once completed, it was just lying around so thought I'd frame it so made that too :p&lt;br /&gt;I named this Village Gurl "Framed" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVZaaI9-54I/AAAAAAAABE0/f0dmBMHZNnY/s1600-h/Village+Gurl+Framed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVZaaI9-54I/AAAAAAAABE0/f0dmBMHZNnY/s400/Village+Gurl+Framed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284510617896413058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894425228386606246-2342916491408450772?l=nishampp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/feeds/2342916491408450772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2008/12/village-girl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/2342916491408450772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/2342916491408450772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2008/12/village-girl.html' title='Village Girl ...'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04032659331018473857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVNSKr8wAfI/AAAAAAAABDg/KreADzozNP0/S220/18889334_w434_h_q80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVZZxcqfnRI/AAAAAAAABEs/DLAGylvNg28/s72-c/Village+Gurl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894425228386606246.post-8322938372467725570</id><published>2008-12-26T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:03:14.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Art Attack ...</title><content type='html'>Hmmm ... It was the Sunday before Woman's Day ... I remember I had been to E-Zone  check to out digi cams ... And when we were leaving, the security guard gave me this pamphlet which described the offers that E-Zone had and stuff like that .. But what caught my attention was the pic of a funky babe with a WAIO in her hand ... I liked that pic soo much that I thought I should try drawing it ...&lt;br /&gt;History:&lt;br /&gt;Actually coming to think of it, I could never draw. Hell I used to trace out all the diagrams for my Biology record book way back in school. But then I dunno what happened all of a sudden from my engineering days I could draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the present ... Yea .. so I drew it and I just found a few color pencils lying around and I thought to myself ... Why not color it ... And what you see below is the outcome...&lt;br /&gt;I sent this to all my girl friends for Woman's Day ... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first attempt to draw something after my engineering days and this was the first time I had even colored my work. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVU2ckV-LJI/AAAAAAAABEk/V18Ae5ikBk4/s1600-h/For+my+Gurl+Frends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVU2ckV-LJI/AAAAAAAABEk/V18Ae5ikBk4/s400/For+my+Gurl+Frends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284189602209213586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894425228386606246-8322938372467725570?l=nishampp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/feeds/8322938372467725570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmmm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/8322938372467725570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/8322938372467725570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmmm.html' title='My First Art Attack ...'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04032659331018473857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVNSKr8wAfI/AAAAAAAABDg/KreADzozNP0/S220/18889334_w434_h_q80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVU2ckV-LJI/AAAAAAAABEk/V18Ae5ikBk4/s72-c/For+my+Gurl+Frends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894425228386606246.post-7886871570062441896</id><published>2008-12-26T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:42:16.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helloooo ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hiya Ppl... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" src="http://img.blogdrive.com/smilie/smile_01.gif" alt="Smile" border="0" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One of friends [Kat a.k.a &lt;a href="http://www.kprabu.com"&gt;Karthick&lt;/a&gt;] forced me to start blogging. ..&lt;br /&gt;So i thought ok ... And started hunting for a blog site [yeah I say hunt coz I wanted a blogsite with themes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" src="http://img.blogdrive.com/smilie/tongue_01.gif" alt="Tongue" border="0" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; ... Little did I realize that even blogger.com had themes ... :"&gt; ] ...&lt;br /&gt;Nywayz here I am ... This is me ...&lt;br /&gt;Yet another member in this blogging spree ...&lt;br /&gt;He He ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming to the name of my blog site ... Well it comprises of my name + the for luv of my life [:p], namely:&lt;br /&gt;1. Art&lt;br /&gt;2. Music&lt;br /&gt;3. Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;4. the color Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the major contents of my blog will be on art, music and just about any topic ... Nothing in particular ... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" src="http://img.blogdrive.com/smilie/wink_01.gif" alt="Wink" border="0" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894425228386606246-7886871570062441896?l=nishampp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/feeds/7886871570062441896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2008/12/hiya-ppl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/7886871570062441896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894425228386606246/posts/default/7886871570062441896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nishampp.blogspot.com/2008/12/hiya-ppl.html' title='Helloooo ...'/><author><name>Nisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04032659331018473857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dOU7SMOYE8/SVNSKr8wAfI/AAAAAAAABDg/KreADzozNP0/S220/18889334_w434_h_q80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
