<?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-21059594</id><updated>2012-01-22T22:12:23.965+05:30</updated><category term='reading'/><category term='summer trip'/><category term='office'/><category term='orkut'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='live bombs in delhi'/><category term='agassi'/><category term='retirement'/><category term='Himachal pradesh'/><category term='bomb blast'/><category term='kritika guglani'/><category term='game'/><category term='kritika'/><category term='terror strikes delhi'/><category term='Shimla'/><category term='coffee beans'/><category term='life'/><category term='Delhi blast'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='people'/><category term='andre'/><category term='weekend trip'/><category term='history'/><category term='coffee drinks'/><category term='saturday'/><category term='2006'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='us open'/><category term='guglani'/><category term='tennis'/><title type='text'>The moments i live everyday</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09089460285706281729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/100072076_39655a5367.jpg?v=0'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21059594.post-1762153264174880795</id><published>2008-09-14T00:20:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-14T10:17:11.754+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terror strikes delhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live bombs in delhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delhi blast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bomb blast'/><title type='text'>Bomb Blast strike Delhi</title><summary type='text'>Yet again Delhi comes face to face with a grim situation of helplessness!Sitting grief struck in front of the television, people of the city can do nothing but hope that the scenes of Bangalore, Mumbai, Ahmedabad, Surat, Jaipur... and countless other cities and incidents do not happen again.Time and again the media applauds the metro/ urban cities its people for being resilient, but the only </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.headlinesindia.com/' title='Bomb Blast strike Delhi'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/feeds/1762153264174880795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21059594&amp;postID=1762153264174880795&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/1762153264174880795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/1762153264174880795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/2008/09/terror-strikes-delhi.html' title='Bomb Blast strike Delhi'/><author><name>Kriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09089460285706281729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/100072076_39655a5367.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21059594.post-3942853340328420380</id><published>2008-07-30T20:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:02:04.293+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shimla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kritika guglani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Himachal pradesh'/><title type='text'>Summer Trip...Shimla</title><summary type='text'>With summer on its peak, there had to be a holiday this time, considering the fact that I spent my last summer in the sweltering heat of the city.  It was decided that due to the usual time factor, it would be an extended weekend trip; the destination: Shimla.  Desperately waiting to escape the city weather, I was counting the days for my holiday to begin.     The journey was to be via trains, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/feeds/3942853340328420380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21059594&amp;postID=3942853340328420380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/3942853340328420380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/3942853340328420380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-tripshimla.html' title='Summer Trip...Shimla'/><author><name>Kriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09089460285706281729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/100072076_39655a5367.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21059594.post-6190858134716286295</id><published>2007-12-19T18:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-12T00:24:14.671+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kritika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guglani'/><title type='text'>Love, Life, Coffee, Music</title><summary type='text'>Figuring out life as it moves on is a game every bodyplays. Some become an expert while some fail. There is something about life that makes each one of us go on- a goal, a motive, a purpose, whatever you may have.Life is precious to everyone, but what is life without a goal.What is life if we don't know where its heading.How do you define life. what is the one statement that would define this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/feeds/6190858134716286295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21059594&amp;postID=6190858134716286295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/6190858134716286295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/6190858134716286295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-life-coffee-music.html' title='Love, Life, Coffee, Music'/><author><name>Kriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09089460285706281729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/100072076_39655a5367.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21059594.post-8162427196775175739</id><published>2007-05-21T00:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-12T00:25:28.162+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kritika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guglani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>My New Life</title><summary type='text'>Its end of another sunday evening and i am sitting in my room, wondering about the change in my life.Its been two and half months now since i have been planning to write an entry to the blog. But never could i figure out the right moment or find the time to write, today i found an apt mood and spare time as well.My new life began in March 2007 when i finished my PG studies and joined a job but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/feeds/8162427196775175739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21059594&amp;postID=8162427196775175739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/8162427196775175739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/8162427196775175739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-new-life.html' title='My New Life'/><author><name>Kriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09089460285706281729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/100072076_39655a5367.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21059594.post-3262839996425088854</id><published>2007-01-18T11:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-12T00:26:22.433+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kritika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guglani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Why People Meet?</title><summary type='text'>Two people, they hardly know each other, come close to be with each other for Sometime, or for Life.I've heard the proverb  "Whatever happens, Happens for a reason" a lot.Over the years, i myself have come to believe that "Whatever happens, either happens for a Reason, Season or for Lifetime."Going to a new college for my PG Course is the time,  i remember very well  because i knew no one there. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/feeds/3262839996425088854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21059594&amp;postID=3262839996425088854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/3262839996425088854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/3262839996425088854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-people-meet.html' title='Why People Meet?'/><author><name>Kriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09089460285706281729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/100072076_39655a5367.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21059594.post-5317961179621393914</id><published>2007-01-08T19:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-12T00:27:02.826+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orkut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kritika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guglani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Orkut</title><summary type='text'>Sitting down to check my e-mail is a regular thing i do in the evening after i reach home.Couple of days back an e-mail got me really thinking...A friend request for Orkut.I wonder - What is it with People and Orkut?I made my profile for the first time in February. I noticed about 500 visitors till December, most of whom i did not know.In all these months i made about 40 friends of which some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/feeds/5317961179621393914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21059594&amp;postID=5317961179621393914&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/5317961179621393914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/5317961179621393914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/2007/01/orkut.html' title='Orkut'/><author><name>Kriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09089460285706281729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/100072076_39655a5367.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21059594.post-115757395788227536</id><published>2006-09-06T22:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-12T00:28:41.527+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='us open'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retirement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2006'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agassi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>The Phenomenon Retires With Respect</title><summary type='text'>Sunday 3rd September.An ordinary day for some,but for the Agassi fan's...A day they will never forget.Andre Agassi has been a wonder for two decades.A Las Vegas guy turned pro in 1986, became the fashion icon, hollywood's husband, a rebel yet a hero in color, and finally retired in 2006.Ladies and Gentlemen thats Andre Agassi for you.I still remember my days as a kid when i use to ask my father </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.usopen.org/en_US/bios/ms/atpa092.html' title='The Phenomenon Retires With Respect'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/feeds/115757395788227536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21059594&amp;postID=115757395788227536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/115757395788227536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/115757395788227536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/2006/09/phenomenon-retires-with-respect.html' title='The Phenomenon Retires With Respect'/><author><name>Kriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09089460285706281729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/100072076_39655a5367.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21059594.post-115434493906594583</id><published>2006-07-31T16:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-12T00:30:22.112+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee drinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee beans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>Decaffeinated coffee: Classic Oxymoron</title><summary type='text'>"Strong coffee, much strong coffee, is what awakens me. Coffee gives me warmth, waking, an unusual force and a pain that is not without very great pleasure." Napoleon BonaparteI am having a feverish tired feeling,decide to make myself a cup of coffee .And alongside sat down to write about it.They say coffee is a good cure for weariness.People follow different ways to make coffee;some measure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/feeds/115434493906594583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21059594&amp;postID=115434493906594583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/115434493906594583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/115434493906594583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/2006/07/decaffeinated-coffee-classic-oxymoron.html' title='Decaffeinated coffee: Classic Oxymoron'/><author><name>Kriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09089460285706281729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/100072076_39655a5367.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21059594.post-115403479074963483</id><published>2006-07-28T01:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-02T12:57:48.116+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Romance of the Night Sky</title><summary type='text'>Northern LightsOf all the naturally occurring heavenly phenomena, Few come close to a night with a magnificent northern lights display. Flickering curtains of dancing lights against the dark skies, Northern Lights is certainly one of the most spectacular of nature's phenomena.The Northern Lights have had a number of names through the history. The scientific name for this phenomenon is "AURORA </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/feeds/115403479074963483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21059594&amp;postID=115403479074963483&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/115403479074963483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/115403479074963483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/2006/07/romance-of-night-sky.html' title='Romance of the Night Sky'/><author><name>Kriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09089460285706281729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/100072076_39655a5367.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21059594.post-115364570381545094</id><published>2006-07-23T12:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-26T01:08:43.406+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest</title><summary type='text'>The much awaited Sequel by all the Johnny Depp fans finally made a release in India on the 21st July.Captain Jack Spparow, Will Turner, Elizebeth Swann are all back for another daring adventure on the seas with a rollercoster ride of special effects for the viewers.The problem of Captain Sparrow's life this time: The unpaid debt of Davey Jones. Just like its predecessor, this movie also has a </summary><link rel='related' href='http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/pirates/' title='Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man&apos;s Chest'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/feeds/115364570381545094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21059594&amp;postID=115364570381545094&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/115364570381545094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/115364570381545094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/2006/07/pirates-of-caribbean-dead-mans-chest_23.html' title='Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man&apos;s Chest'/><author><name>Kriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09089460285706281729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/100072076_39655a5367.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21059594.post-115351081406409946</id><published>2006-07-21T23:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-22T01:36:19.273+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wedding rings and the Fourth finger</title><summary type='text'>The question someone put up to me the other day - "Why is the wedding ring put in the fourth finger only?"I had no answerSo i searched and found out all this amazing stuff!! A wedding ring symbolizes the promise. the promise made for true love, loyalty and devotion.A writer in the British Apollo (1708) wrote his interpretation that "the practice of our ancestors, who found the left hand more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/feeds/115351081406409946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21059594&amp;postID=115351081406409946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/115351081406409946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/115351081406409946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/2006/07/wedding-rings-and-fourth-finger.html' title='Wedding rings and the Fourth finger'/><author><name>Kriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09089460285706281729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/100072076_39655a5367.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21059594.post-114494689836904196</id><published>2006-04-13T21:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-14T15:37:06.926+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Teenage Inspiration</title><summary type='text'>"I find the greatest thing in this world not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving. To reach the port ... We must sail sometimes with the wind, and sometimes against it, but we sail, and not drift, nor live at anchor."The road to "Someday" leads to a town of "Nowhere.""Between the idea and the reality; between the motion and the act: falls the shadow""It is the eternal shadow</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/feeds/114494689836904196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21059594&amp;postID=114494689836904196&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/114494689836904196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/114494689836904196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-teenage-inspiration.html' title='My Teenage Inspiration'/><author><name>Kriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09089460285706281729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/100072076_39655a5367.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21059594.post-114225150472198219</id><published>2006-03-13T16:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-13T17:44:37.803+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MBA</title><summary type='text'>Running the mills of brain again.This time only on a slightly off-the-track topic"MBA - Profession or degree"Every year endless number of graduates who go through the same brain cwysan.What is it about the acronym MBA that attracts so many people to it.If you go by the false traditional intellect, you'd say it is a course that gives a person discipline in  professional as well as personal life. </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/25/100072076_39655a5367.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21059594.post-113951365867678989</id><published>2006-02-09T23:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-19T18:05:10.545+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Paritrana is the complete relief implying the end of the very cause of distress.</title><summary type='text'>For the first time i could appreciate the indian media.Over dinner i saw an amazing piece of news covered by CNN IBN .The question raised by Rajdeep Sardesai on his show was"Whether The IITians Are Giving Back Enough To Their Own Country?"Almost 65% of the votes resulted a No.ParitranaAn effort amidst dying hope towards the indian political scenario.A party started by a group of 5 IITians in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/feeds/113951365867678989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/25/100072076_39655a5367.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21059594.post-113924784322629503</id><published>2006-02-06T22:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-06T23:32:13.850+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity knows no bounds</title><summary type='text'>I was late for college today.Had to miss one lecture.And to top it all up...I left my cell phone in the waiting area.Can I be any more silly than thisDidn't realize till the time I had settled in for the second lecture.Had to run down 2 floors  back to the waiting area only to find it where I left.In a jiffy I felt I had the whole world in my hands.My happiness knew no bound that one flash </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/feeds/113924784322629503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21059594&amp;postID=113924784322629503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/113924784322629503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/113924784322629503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/2006/02/stupidity-knows-no-bounds.html' title='Stupidity knows no bounds'/><author><name>Kriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09089460285706281729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/100072076_39655a5367.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21059594.post-113903917786582791</id><published>2006-02-04T12:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-04T13:16:20.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'>February begins!!!</title><summary type='text'>the month began on a very good notethe unversity fest was organised for the first 4 daysenjoyed my best on the first 2 dayslets hope the rest of the month brings a good experienceas the forcast predicts for me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/feeds/113903917786582791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21059594&amp;postID=113903917786582791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/113903917786582791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/113903917786582791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/2006/02/february-begins.html' title='February begins!!!'/><author><name>Kriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09089460285706281729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/100072076_39655a5367.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21059594.post-113842982831481955</id><published>2006-01-28T11:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-04T13:18:13.086+05:30</updated><title type='text'>25th january</title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday Shikha!!!!its been 3 long yearsshe walked away!!!!i lost a friend, a beautiful friend....never dared to ask her my faults...was too scared to hold her backand even today i miss her like anythingwhy do we bring people so close in our life that it hurts when they leavethere have been so many people who said goodbyeeach time it hurthurt deep insidethe void that was created was hard to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/feeds/113842982831481955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21059594&amp;postID=113842982831481955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/113842982831481955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21059594/posts/default/113842982831481955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/2006/01/25th-january.html' title='25th january'/><author><name>Kriti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09089460285706281729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/100072076_39655a5367.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21059594.post-113778180214448511</id><published>2006-01-20T23:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-21T00:00:02.150+05:30</updated><title type='text'>graduation day</title><summary type='text'>today was a good daywent to graduation college for my degreeenjoyed with old friendshad an overwhelming feeling holding that degree in my hands.....(dont know why)its finally official.... i am a graduatewas deprieved of one joy thoughdidnt have those graduation day functionsthe robes....the hats the degrees wrapped beautifully in ribbons......everything was left as a dream wishcant really seem to</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/25/100072076_39655a5367.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21059594.post-113743662745961226</id><published>2006-01-16T23:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-17T00:32:51.940+05:30</updated><title type='text'>16th january 2006</title><summary type='text'>Here we have the very first of it coming .I am, i know, someone who perfers to sit in a corner of the room and observe, think....What all i think about i rarely let anyone know.Dont speak much, really dont know when the change came over meThe walls of seclusion took over my possession from this world to protect me and my little crab that hid itself away from the world refusing to grow up.AnywayAs</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kritikaguglani.blogspot.com/feeds/113743662745961226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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