<?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-7404841908943243538</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:05:08.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Me Myself..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>I Me Myself..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10068881436688803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404841908943243538.post-4144139555429961150</id><published>2010-07-21T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T09:24:30.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HyDeRaBaD!!</title><content type='html'>Finallyyy at hyderabad.. A place surrounded with family, friends, home and above all fantastic memories.. I have always longed to be at hyd which unfortunately was never part of my destiny atleast from when I started working.. I got posted at various places chennai, bangalore..n so on.. Not that I complain about travelling which made me learn a lot of things but yeah this time I wanna so be at hyderabad... As my bawa said " When you want something from deep within your heart, the entire universe conspires for you to have it" .. Well I have started believing it strongly and crossing my fingers hoping it wud happen.. Arrived at bglore airport with a excesssive baggage of 20 kg.. ended up paying 2000 extra.. Spent the entire day arranging stuff  in my room.. Gosh my room lookss so peaceful now.. &lt;u&gt;Effect&lt;/u&gt; : I landed up writing :D.. I've never imagined the state of my room could have such effect on me.. Well will start keeping tidy from now on.. atleast will try :) Therezz so much to catch up at hyderabad.. So many people to meet .. I love all this.. I dont want this to end by some stupid project at some stupid place!! All you guys keep praying 4 me.. bye as 4 nw...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404841908943243538-4144139555429961150?l=priyankapallepati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/feeds/4144139555429961150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7404841908943243538&amp;postID=4144139555429961150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/4144139555429961150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/4144139555429961150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/2010/07/hyderabad.html' title='HyDeRaBaD!!'/><author><name>I Me Myself..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10068881436688803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404841908943243538.post-7757249114675742150</id><published>2009-10-28T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T08:19:53.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heya!!</title><content type='html'>Well.. Well... Well.. I am so damn lazy and I dont want to give any explanations about that.. How rude huh!! ?? Never bother!&lt;br /&gt;Guys introducing you a song which has captured me in toto.....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link for it... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uj8mcJx8Z-s&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=385080DE1F90B7C9&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=42"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uj8mcJx8Z-s&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=385080DE1F90B7C9&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=42&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effect : I ve been sitting all day in office n listening to this song. Trying to learn it too but dont know how far I will succeed.. Lets c!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Listen to it through some head fone. I am sure it will blow away you to trance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404841908943243538-7757249114675742150?l=priyankapallepati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/feeds/7757249114675742150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7404841908943243538&amp;postID=7757249114675742150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/7757249114675742150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/7757249114675742150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/2009/10/heya.html' title='Heya!!'/><author><name>I Me Myself..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10068881436688803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404841908943243538.post-6719073596811157831</id><published>2009-06-12T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:44:06.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:((</title><content type='html'>It was a pretty gloomy day at office today. The whole aura of satyam campus was saddened. Many of my friends were thrown out of company in the name of sabbaticals. My desktop was loaded with chat windows from my friends. I couldnt digest it for a moment. Many of them werent in project by chance. Infact they deserve like me to be in a project. But fate for them has decided its own way. The most terrible moment was when my best friend recieved sabbatical. She was crying badly over phone. Not that she isnt bold enough to carry this forward, but the family commitments she had were too high. I am gonna miss each one of them at Satyam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life enforces us in situations like this because it wants us to realise our destiny. And hope for everyone a new door opens up and hope they get what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404841908943243538-6719073596811157831?l=priyankapallepati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/feeds/6719073596811157831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7404841908943243538&amp;postID=6719073596811157831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/6719073596811157831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/6719073596811157831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=':(('/><author><name>I Me Myself..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10068881436688803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404841908943243538.post-180802052424444315</id><published>2009-06-09T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:55:52.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life mein kabhi kabhi..</title><content type='html'>First of all sorry for not updating this blog for such long time.. I dont know if many people look into my blog but this is for those who continue to see it... My heartfelt thanks for them and also a big sorrrry for not writing up for so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive watched the movie "Life mein kabhi kabhi" early this evening. Even though the director has complicated the characters I feel the underlying concept is worth noting. It goes on smth like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People all their lives look for happiness. Each one have a perception in finding it. Some find it through career, some through money. The sad part is in the search of happiness they forget to live their precious life. Happiness is nothing, but the absence of sadness. If you stop being unhappy and if you try to be happy, its not so far as you would have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ends with a wonderful song which I am quotin it down. People who would understand hindi would understand it well. Rest, Pl ignore. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum khushi ke chaah me..&lt;br /&gt;Har khushi se door ho gaye..&lt;br /&gt;Doondne chale te zindagi..&lt;br /&gt;zindagi se door ho gaye he hum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loveeeee,&lt;br /&gt;Kanna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404841908943243538-180802052424444315?l=priyankapallepati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/feeds/180802052424444315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7404841908943243538&amp;postID=180802052424444315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/180802052424444315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/180802052424444315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-mein-kabhi-kabhi.html' title='Life mein kabhi kabhi..'/><author><name>I Me Myself..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10068881436688803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404841908943243538.post-7424927782520958322</id><published>2009-03-27T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:09:49.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool poem by Kanna...:-)</title><content type='html'>Before closing my eyes while going to bed,&lt;br /&gt;I see the wall.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the morning. I see the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I wakeup, I pinch my self.&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. It is true.&lt;br /&gt;I see the Wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;I turn my head.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I see.&lt;br /&gt;The Wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;I turn my head.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I see.&lt;br /&gt;The Wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking on cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I see.&lt;br /&gt;The Wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am walking inside the home.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I see.&lt;br /&gt;The Wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting in my cube at work.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I see other than monitor.&lt;br /&gt;The wall (cubicle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I goto lunch alone occassionally.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what table I get.&lt;br /&gt;Facing the Wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wall always blocks everything like the beautiful girl next door, next cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Boy, Do I hate the wall?&lt;br /&gt; Yes. I do.&lt;br /&gt;Can I get away from it?&lt;br /&gt;No. I can't.Reason - Wall oriented civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do ya think its a tribute to Pink Floyd?&lt;br /&gt; No. It ain't.&lt;br /&gt;But day after day, I see the wall.&lt;br /&gt;So much so that, my life has become a Groundhog Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before closing my eyes while going to bed,I see the wall.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the morning. I see the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I wakeup, I pinch my self.&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. It is true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404841908943243538-7424927782520958322?l=priyankapallepati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/feeds/7424927782520958322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7404841908943243538&amp;postID=7424927782520958322' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/7424927782520958322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/7424927782520958322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/2009/03/cool-poem-by-kanna.html' title='Cool poem by Kanna...:-)'/><author><name>I Me Myself..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10068881436688803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404841908943243538.post-6895852806959293428</id><published>2009-03-03T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:58:00.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM HAUNTED!!</title><content type='html'>I aint kidding.. I am half asleep now with terrible headache and infront of my workstation.. The reason being is that I am outta the same dream which I have it everytime when I have a nap at the same bed. This bed which I am talkin abt is in my office ladies rest room. The first time I went there, I have gone with my colleague.. That day she had the same dream and when she told me I ridiculed her.. The next time when I went there I had teh same dream and when I told her she was like I told you kinds... V decided that v will never go there again.. But today I have been there.. And man I again had the same shitty dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream goes smth like this.. I am trying to force myself out of bed but somethng at the back is stopping me by.. The whole dream is filled with these kind of attempts to get out of bed.. And trust me when I woke up I dint realise for a while that yeah I have really woken up now... That was my condition..Anyway I literally picked up all my belongings and ran out of that room.... This is one of the strange experience I had in life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post this blog long back.. But left lil time for myself.. And meanwhile when I spoke to my dad he told that its bcoz the room had no ventilation and bcoz of some xyz air circulation it brings a stress on brain. He has answers for everything in world..my sweet dad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time u have this kinda strange experiences..dont get feared.. thrz some theory behind this as my dad suggested to me.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404841908943243538-6895852806959293428?l=priyankapallepati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/feeds/6895852806959293428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7404841908943243538&amp;postID=6895852806959293428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/6895852806959293428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/6895852806959293428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-haunted.html' title='I AM HAUNTED!!'/><author><name>I Me Myself..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10068881436688803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404841908943243538.post-1768815869644165174</id><published>2009-02-26T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:20:52.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Feb!</title><content type='html'>I am at the end of feb and man I dint even realise how crazy and stupid my feb was.. Probably I jus dropped my brain aside or to be more appropriate I left the so called thnking process of my subconscious mind.. Now u guys muss be wunderin wht is ths jargon m using... Thnking process of d subconscious mind = thinkkkkk+crib+feel bad abt myself.. In a way I used to feel that we shud be answerable to our consciousness for all the acts we do.. But you know what, the way I introspect myself under a microscope .. oh gawd!! Its terrible.. So I hav jus tried to adopt the policy of "living for the moment". However small and unsubstantial work I do,. I jus tried to enjoy whatever I am doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result: Its been crazy and fun. Recession and Satyam helluva doesnt affect me..&lt;br /&gt;I have lost a couple of assignments @ work..I have never put so many leaves in the entire tenure.. But who cares!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting urself loose sometimes makes u more focussed.. And thts what I am now..  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching a movie yesterday.. I liked one dialogue in that which goes like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is all about choices. You dont have a choice to know where you will be born. You dont have a choice with which family you are gonna live.. But you do have a choice on how you will love them.. Nikki was a great fantasy but I thnk I love my wife..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its jus a random thng from what I was writing.. But that is me.. I am crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havfun..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404841908943243538-1768815869644165174?l=priyankapallepati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/feeds/1768815869644165174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7404841908943243538&amp;postID=1768815869644165174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/1768815869644165174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/1768815869644165174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-feb.html' title='Crazy Feb!'/><author><name>I Me Myself..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10068881436688803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404841908943243538.post-8237482669333790778</id><published>2009-01-28T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:06:03.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A reason for my existence!</title><content type='html'>Can anything be more irritating than one's confusion?? Well the confusion is all about finding a reason for my existence in this biggggg world..  I used to envy people who knew what they wanted to do from their early stages of life.. I used to pacify myself saying that someday I will also know what I am supposed 2 do.. I used to really encourage people who wanted to live their dreams because I knew that I am incapable of dreaming.. But what now?? Will I ever know what I want? Is this some sorta self awareness exercise people follow to find out their dreams ? :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404841908943243538-8237482669333790778?l=priyankapallepati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/feeds/8237482669333790778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7404841908943243538&amp;postID=8237482669333790778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/8237482669333790778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/8237482669333790778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/2009/01/reason-for-my-existence.html' title='A reason for my existence!'/><author><name>I Me Myself..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10068881436688803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404841908943243538.post-6992678494171237196</id><published>2009-01-25T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:03:02.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dearest Nanamma</title><content type='html'>I know it isnt the same anymore.. I go around in the house assuming everything around me to be normal but somewhere deep down under I know that it isnt anymore normal. I miss your presence.. I wanna shout in anger that they dint even allow me to see you once before you died... But does that help me in getting back to you? Not really!! I want to go back in time where I used to sit beside you and have a lovely chat with you.. You were a person I always looked upto.. My assumption about you was no wrong.. The place you have reached in all the hearts of people in the village proves it. Some say you were a goddess.. Some say you were a fine and a good lady..&lt;br /&gt;Wish I cud tell you how much I loved you.. Wish I cud tell you how much I respected you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanamma I love you... You will always remain alive in my soul.. May you rest in peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404841908943243538-6992678494171237196?l=priyankapallepati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/feeds/6992678494171237196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7404841908943243538&amp;postID=6992678494171237196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/6992678494171237196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/6992678494171237196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-dearest-nanamma.html' title='My Dearest Nanamma'/><author><name>I Me Myself..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10068881436688803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404841908943243538.post-6376532788139078454</id><published>2009-01-07T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:05:17.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody needs Love.. But does love need us???</title><content type='html'>People say that the whole world can go around for things like money, sex etc.. But more than the above ones, I certainly see that the whole world craves for one essential NECESSITY called love. From a child seeking love from his parents, an adolescent person craving love from his loved one to an old person expecting love from his children I cant help but wonder that love really can make the whole world go around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the real question is how far a person can lose themselves in this insatiable attainment of the need for love? This question awakened in my mind considering people majorly from my age group. I have seen my peers and infact felt myself that any person would seek love most of the times in the need of having someone in their life, someone whom they can share with, someone who cares, someone special.. Is it just the need which is driving love?? Cant love extend beyond the need for someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this quest for the so called love I have seen people losing themselves. The disguised beautiful feeling of love did not sound worth for me at the end of the day. Like the change of season each and every ounce of love bound by need has faded away. Cant all this misdirected energies be saved? Can it not be used in a more purposeful way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I wish you guys a very happy and prosperous new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404841908943243538-6376532788139078454?l=priyankapallepati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/feeds/6376532788139078454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7404841908943243538&amp;postID=6376532788139078454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/6376532788139078454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/6376532788139078454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/2009/01/everybody-needs-love-but-does-love-need.html' title='Everybody needs Love.. But does love need us???'/><author><name>I Me Myself..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10068881436688803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404841908943243538.post-5223552054790403043</id><published>2008-12-23T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:31:07.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice one...</title><content type='html'>i've been living all alone&lt;br /&gt;trying to get you out of my life&lt;br /&gt;but after all this time&lt;br /&gt;i can't help myself but miss you&lt;br /&gt;you're once a dream that came true&lt;br /&gt;an illusion that turned to reality&lt;br /&gt;but suddenly, things turned differently&lt;br /&gt;the way they used to be&lt;br /&gt;until such time i have no choice but to let you go&lt;br /&gt;you're the reason for my sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;coz you keep stayin' on my mind&lt;br /&gt;i can't help myself from crying&lt;br /&gt;coz i'm missing you so much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the pain &amp;amp; sadness are bound inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;all the memories are still preserve in my mind&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;coz i can't hide the fact that i'm still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;my life will never be the same again&lt;br /&gt;now that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;ill be trapped in this loneliness forever&lt;br /&gt;unless a girl like you will bloom into my life again..&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was a letter I would never have to write.&lt;br /&gt;I hoped my tongue was something I could bite.&lt;br /&gt;I've realised its just something I cannot do,&lt;br /&gt;Here are my feelings, just a few&lt;br /&gt;First, I'm still so in love with you, after all this time,&lt;br /&gt;You told me the same, then left me.&lt;br /&gt;Time has passed, everyday you're on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Your love may be with someone else now, what a bind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so jealous, he's the luckiest guy I know&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this friendship thing anymore, so off I go.&lt;br /&gt;The pain of losing you is still fresh in my brain,&lt;br /&gt;even after almost 5 months, everyday my heart feels the pain&lt;br /&gt;Will we ever be together again, I say as I sob and mope&lt;br /&gt;as each day passes, I lose a little more hope&lt;br /&gt;I'll always love you, hold these words true&lt;br /&gt;Don't hate me for this, this is what pain is making me do&lt;br /&gt;My heart is broken in so many a part,&lt;br /&gt;Do I still have a place in your heart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404841908943243538-5223552054790403043?l=priyankapallepati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/feeds/5223552054790403043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7404841908943243538&amp;postID=5223552054790403043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/5223552054790403043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/5223552054790403043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/2008/12/gr8-dedication.html' title='Nice one...'/><author><name>I Me Myself..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10068881436688803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404841908943243538.post-4010339413376489888</id><published>2008-12-07T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:55:31.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try something new.. Feel Excited and Interested..</title><content type='html'>I was desperate for a change.. I did not know what I exactly wanted but I wanted to do something different for myself.. I thought what I can do and realised I can do something with my hair.. I always wanted to straighten my hair but the mere thought of damage it might create after doing it always stopped me.. But this time it seemed too tempting.. I was apprehensive on how my look was going to change, about the cost of this process, mom's reaction.. But whatever..!! I jus wanted to go ahead.. So without giving it a much thought I rushed to one of the parlour ( prolly the costliest one in blore ;) ) which one of my colleague suggested... I went up there and one of the specialist came in and asked me politely on what I wanted.. I told him to straighten my hair and give a good hair cut.. I said I wanted to loook "different". Understanding my desperation, he gave a sweet smile and told me to follow him .. As I followed him I realised there was something weird about this guy.. He had this cut which was colored green and probably he was a gay :D.. I thought it to be an interesting turn of the day since I never expected to have a hair cut from a gay...Despite of me bothering each 5 min on the look I wanted, he managed to be very sweet with me...Was made 2 follow 4 hrs of different processes but at the end of the day it was worth it.. He could manage to bring back that smile on my worried face.. On a total, a great adventure!! .. I absolutely adore my new hair cut... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404841908943243538-4010339413376489888?l=priyankapallepati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/feeds/4010339413376489888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7404841908943243538&amp;postID=4010339413376489888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/4010339413376489888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/4010339413376489888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/2008/12/try-something-new-feel-excited-and.html' title='Try something new.. Feel Excited and Interested..'/><author><name>I Me Myself..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10068881436688803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404841908943243538.post-65014802448924853</id><published>2008-11-23T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:24:28.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>? ? ? ? ?</title><content type='html'>A question which was running in my mind all over the weekend.. A question which has disturbed me so badly .. A question which did not leave me myself.. A question which has increased my confusion .. A question which is still unanswered... A question which shall be a question all my life....A question which probably god wouldnt even know how to answer.. And that is why its just a question now too.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to find the answer badly.. I have asked people whom I loved and cared the most. The unluckiest thing is even they dont have an answer with them.. If I ask anything more they tell me its SUBJECTIVE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now probably at the most what I can do is to deviate myself from the thought of this question... Is running away from this is the only solution I have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is if its subjective I need not try to seek anyone for this..I shall find the answer in the course of life.. I still have trust in god that he would throw some light.. He would put me in the right path..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404841908943243538-65014802448924853?l=priyankapallepati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/feeds/65014802448924853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7404841908943243538&amp;postID=65014802448924853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/65014802448924853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/65014802448924853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='? ? ? ? ?'/><author><name>I Me Myself..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10068881436688803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404841908943243538.post-1556713202949209643</id><published>2008-11-19T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:57:52.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actions speak louder than words..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;On friday I happened to meet my colleague while I was travelling back to home.. We accompanied each other in bus.. She shared one of her stories which really touched me a lot.. She has a boyfriend and their views are so opposite to each other that they always used to end up fighting.. On one such day in one of those terrible fights she hurt him very badly.. All night she has been thinking on how to fix this up.. This time she wanted to do something different .. Something way out of her heart..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning she boarded a bus to his place.. His place was around seven hours from hers.. She knew for the fact that she will get very tired travelling in the day.. But the only thing that kept her driving was the smile on his face when he will see her.. Added to this bcoz of the last minute travel she boarded a bus which was at a very bad shape... This has put her tiredness onto a next level... But finally after nine hours of travel she reached his place.. The guy was put in total dark about her arrival.. She put her fone switched off and he was trying to reach her every hour to make sure she was alright.. But all's well that ends well right...Isnt it?? The guy was so elated to see her at his office gate... He was shocked concerned and happy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over the conversation I could see the twinkle in her eyes.. Eyes speak..They do! She was so happy that she could make him realise that their love was beyond words.. Listening to her I felt that yeahhh action speak louder than words.. Probably it takes a lil effort, but its worth it.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all you people out there dont ever hesitate in taking that extra step to make your loved ones assured and happy.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404841908943243538-1556713202949209643?l=priyankapallepati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/feeds/1556713202949209643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7404841908943243538&amp;postID=1556713202949209643' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/1556713202949209643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/1556713202949209643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/2008/11/actions-speak-louder-than-words_19.html' title='Actions speak louder than words..'/><author><name>I Me Myself..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10068881436688803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404841908943243538.post-4429178837343245776</id><published>2008-11-12T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:39:48.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope..</title><content type='html'>When all the walls of life are closing down on you, no matter howw discourage you get, you always tend to hope. Hope is such a beautiful thing to adapt. Many people live on this.. A hope that things will get better.. A hope that you would find what you want.. A hope that you would succeed.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have vain hope and even in the most turbulent situations and you shall see light..  Stop looking at the closed doors of your life.. Stop getting worried..  Have a beautiful life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404841908943243538-4429178837343245776?l=priyankapallepati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/feeds/4429178837343245776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7404841908943243538&amp;postID=4429178837343245776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/4429178837343245776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/4429178837343245776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/2008/11/hope.html' title='Hope..'/><author><name>I Me Myself..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10068881436688803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404841908943243538.post-8349252478339472354</id><published>2008-11-10T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:28:43.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm..</title><content type='html'>A series of unlucky events have forced me to start my blogging all over again.. I thought I would delete this account as I was not active and also for one reason that I have used my real name over here.. My sister suggested me to delete this account and start on an unknown name.. But who cares??!!!! It actually takes guts to be yourself in certain situations... And I would love to be one... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a happy go lucky person when I was a child.. I dont know where I lost my sweet little attitude towards life as I grew up.. Things are different now.. A certain serious angle has encroached into my  life and everything I do, it matters. Probably if I had that attitude I wouldnt even have bothered about the things which are happening around me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless I am trying to cope up with the situation.. And I know things will change and I will be alright..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404841908943243538-8349252478339472354?l=priyankapallepati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/feeds/8349252478339472354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7404841908943243538&amp;postID=8349252478339472354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/8349252478339472354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/8349252478339472354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmm.html' title='Hmm..'/><author><name>I Me Myself..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10068881436688803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7404841908943243538.post-6764974829938147904</id><published>2008-07-24T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:40:14.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.....</title><content type='html'>I am blogging :) ..Sounds cool.. Have been thinking to do this from the past so many years.. Thanks to my company for keeping me on bench and for giving me ample time to acquire my hobbies.. To people who do not what bench is please turn to ur friends who work in a software company.. :D.. Technically speaking its "Project Wait" :) .. Okay whatever.. lets put that aside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all people who dont know me.. This is Priyanka.. I am a positive, happy go lucky person.. I love to live life on my own terms.. I believe in having fun and being happy....So no matter what, I know with my positive attitude I would reach to greater heights one day... I have a beautiful family with whom I attached the most.. I have a lovely sister who means everything to me... Ok enough of me now.. I guess you would get know me more if you would catch with my blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ciao all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me signing offf...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7404841908943243538-6764974829938147904?l=priyankapallepati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/feeds/6764974829938147904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7404841908943243538&amp;postID=6764974829938147904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/6764974829938147904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7404841908943243538/posts/default/6764974829938147904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyankapallepati.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally.html' title='Finally.....'/><author><name>I Me Myself..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10068881436688803587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
