<?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-8595247068443416092</id><updated>2011-11-01T21:02:14.808+05:30</updated><category term='book lovers'/><category term='live-in'/><category term='relations'/><category term='guys'/><category term='commitments'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>chaos rules my life!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>let's start with the title... chaos rules my life... someone best described me as maria from sound of music... i couldn't find a better description... "how do you catch a cloud".... seriously, how do you catch a cloud???? &lt;br&gt;
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well when the chaos became too much for even me to handle, i thought i should let it flow over to the web... :) so here goes...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8595247068443416092.post-803777717937169445</id><published>2011-11-01T00:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-01T00:14:01.264+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Doc.. Crazy Doc...</title><summary type='text'>
When I was growing up, I secretly idolised Einstein. It was a secret because I thought only people who had a flair for science should be his fans. Over a period of years I have realised that he has been my idol not for his work but for his craziness. I haven't really read his biography in great detail, but I like many of his quotes, and I love his hair style. I like the way people talk about him</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/803777717937169445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=803777717937169445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/803777717937169445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/803777717937169445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2011/11/doc-crazy-doc.html' title='Doc.. Crazy Doc...'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-3453463656795964441</id><published>2011-04-27T00:08:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-29T00:15:34.764+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reunited</title><summary type='text'>A baby stork hopped into my driveway today. That little thing was not even old enough to fly. Far at a distance i could hear the bird's parents screeching.. trying to find their baby...

My two little nieces hopped around, amazed by the sight of a creature so tiny, enter into our home. The brave baby screeched for its parents. As my nieces followed it around, it hopped outside of our home and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/3453463656795964441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=3453463656795964441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/3453463656795964441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/3453463656795964441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2011/04/reunited.html' title='Reunited'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-7633464092267323573</id><published>2011-04-12T21:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-12T21:21:43.839+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Turning 30...</title><summary type='text'>No I havent seen the movie so it is not about that... 

What has triggered this one is a series of events... one of which, the most significant one, infact, is that I have been waiting to turn 30 forever now... Now I have no fascination or the lack of it for growing old, but just that God has blessed me (or not) with looks that nobody ever takes me seriously.. and I have always harboured hopes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/7633464092267323573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=7633464092267323573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/7633464092267323573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/7633464092267323573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2011/04/turning-30.html' title='Turning 30...'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-8502636274846489189</id><published>2011-01-14T15:58:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-14T16:16:24.052+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sheila vs. Munni</title><summary type='text'>As nearly everyone in the Indian sub continent would be quite aware, a few weeks back two women took the nation by a storm... Munni came first and popularised a balm that I am sure had otherwise lost all market even with the drug dealers... I am sure Munni needed to use it for her vigorous dancing was quite a pain, even to watch... this I am sure, is the worst bit of choreography that Farah Khan </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/8502636274846489189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=8502636274846489189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/8502636274846489189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/8502636274846489189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2011/01/sheila-vs-munni.html' title='Sheila vs. Munni'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-1370387378899312223</id><published>2010-09-25T21:31:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-25T22:17:30.358+05:30</updated><title type='text'>do you have any questions?</title><summary type='text'>i, like many my age, have several issues with the well accepted traditional arranged marriage system so integral a part of "our indian culture". a lot of my friends, particularly men, have asked me often, "do you believe in arranged marriages?" i always asked, what's there to believe? the system's right here in front of us. well, i had never imagined that the system would hit me so hard... now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/1370387378899312223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=1370387378899312223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/1370387378899312223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/1370387378899312223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2010/09/do-you-have-any-questions.html' title='do you have any questions?'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-1883380278634278250</id><published>2010-09-19T15:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-19T15:52:19.338+05:30</updated><title type='text'>dilli tour...</title><summary type='text'>last thursday was crazy... in the morning, i had no clue how i was going to survive it... i started from my place at about 9 in the morning.. for some strange reason, i got a parking space easily. which i think was the first sign that it was going to be a crazy day... then i took the metro, to a place 20 kms away to meet a lady who is made of the same stuff that needs to be a part of the "office </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/1883380278634278250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=1883380278634278250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/1883380278634278250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/1883380278634278250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2010/09/dilli-tour.html' title='dilli tour...'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-6063669732514807609</id><published>2010-05-19T15:57:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:35:21.156+05:30</updated><title type='text'>distant love...</title><summary type='text'>"I hate the stars because I look at the same ones as you do, without you."

'love grows over the distance'.. or so i have often heard... i've grown up believing this to be the favourite quote of the insensible.. people living in a fool's paradise.. wanting to convince themselves of things that have no logic or basis... i feel, that when people are too far away, you tend to get distant... it's not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/6063669732514807609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=6063669732514807609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/6063669732514807609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/6063669732514807609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2010/05/distant-love.html' title='distant love...'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-2728566030390557636</id><published>2010-05-15T11:39:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-15T15:57:34.473+05:30</updated><title type='text'>hugs...</title><summary type='text'>i have been told i am not a very physically expressive person... except maybe with my niece... i dont like to sit too close to people.. even if i have known them all my life... i am not the hand holding kinds... when girls around me cry, i have often been told by those around me to go and hug them... but if i were not told to, i dont think i would... 
at my sister's wedding, with buckets full of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/2728566030390557636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=2728566030390557636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/2728566030390557636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/2728566030390557636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2010/05/hugs.html' title='hugs...'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-3077271741092998320</id><published>2010-05-07T23:10:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:35:24.057+05:30</updated><title type='text'>an open letter...</title><summary type='text'>am not very clear as to why i am writing this.. or for that matter what i want to write.. 
 
aunty and uncle, 
i want you to know what a fabulous son you've raised... he is intelligent, a perfectionist, committed to his work, focussed, sensible and yet sensitive towards all around him... and he may have been impulsive sometimes in life, or made some decisions that he may have regretted later... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/3077271741092998320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=3077271741092998320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/3077271741092998320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/3077271741092998320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2010/05/open-letter.html' title='an open letter...'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-6279249450034655107</id><published>2010-04-22T20:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:34:41.353+05:30</updated><title type='text'>question? answer?</title><summary type='text'>when we ask someone "how are you?", we usually expect them to say "i am fine". in some cases, i know the "i am fine" is a lie... but when they say that lie, i know they are fine enough to lie... today, when i asked someone this question, he said "troubled". troubled me.. yes it did... turns out he is due to retire.. can continue... but is not sure if he wants to.. 

and i wondered, when finance </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/6279249450034655107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=6279249450034655107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/6279249450034655107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/6279249450034655107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2010/04/question-answer.html' title='question? answer?'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-9203973068172283624</id><published>2010-04-11T16:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-11T16:51:02.164+05:30</updated><title type='text'>platonic relationships my foot!!</title><summary type='text'>ok so this is not the best time in my life.. but yeah... this is how it seems to be going right now...
have had male friends all my life.. and have had more male friends than female friends all my life.. and i firmly believe(d) in platonic relationships.. they last.. and they are deep and meaningful... and no, we dont feel the need to turn them into romantic relationships... lately, many around </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/9203973068172283624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=9203973068172283624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/9203973068172283624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/9203973068172283624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2010/04/platonic-relationships-my-foot.html' title='platonic relationships my foot!!'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-385951193803921120</id><published>2010-03-26T22:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-20T23:26:39.229+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the last straw is gone...</title><summary type='text'>was clinging on to the last straw... drowning now... the house is shut and still.. the wind blows, bleak and shrill... no thats just a bit of nonsense.. shows how my mind is working.. well whatever hope i had has vanished today..the feeling of weakness, helplessness and aimlessness has overcome me completely... there is no desire to move ahead.. nothing that holds meaning is expected tomorrow... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/385951193803921120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=385951193803921120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/385951193803921120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/385951193803921120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-straw-is-gone.html' title='the last straw is gone...'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-5536792537645110448</id><published>2010-03-03T22:17:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-03T22:39:05.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>chaos rules my life...</title><summary type='text'>writing this for two reasons... one is coz a friend asked "where is the post that is titled chaos rules my life"... the other is that today i realised the full impetus of the chaos in my life... i wouldnt say that things have become chaotic now and werent so earlier... something or the other just keeps happening... there is never a day when i have not had a misunderstanding, or an accident.. if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/5536792537645110448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8595247068443416092.post-2123366964894493902</id><published>2010-02-27T17:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-27T18:32:09.111+05:30</updated><title type='text'>life, faith and everything else...</title><summary type='text'>i have studied too much to know that believing in something need not necessarialy mean that you have faith in it... but today i am not here to debate the finer epistemological nuances of faith and beliefs... i am probably not the right person to do so, with my lack of philosophical ability.. but more importantly, i was never a very strong believer.. in anything.. was never really sure of whether </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/2123366964894493902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=2123366964894493902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/2123366964894493902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/2123366964894493902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-faith-and-everything-else.html' title='life, faith and everything else...'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-6665528110271285032</id><published>2010-01-14T21:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:41:21.293+05:30</updated><title type='text'>animals are people too...</title><summary type='text'>took my niece to the zoo a couple of days back... thanks to the sunshine... the trip became a reality... the parking at the zoo costs three and a half times the zoo ticket.. entry's free for bachchas below 5 years... wah wah... i like this place.. even for older kids... and in fact for college students it is a good place to spend time.. you can spend two-five hours there without getting bored... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/6665528110271285032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=6665528110271285032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/6665528110271285032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/6665528110271285032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2010/01/animals-are-people-too.html' title='animals are people too...'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-1367094687736775645</id><published>2009-11-01T21:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:08:28.101+05:30</updated><title type='text'>jashn-e-bachpan</title><summary type='text'>the inauguration of jashn-e-bachpan was a-ma-zing!!! reached ten minutes before the scheduled time. got a scolding for not being on time. finally entered 20 minutes after schedule time. all entrances were closed as there was more crowd than expected. they had to schedule a second show for the overflowing audience. 

we sat on the floor and saw the children perform, heard sai paranjpe speak and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/1367094687736775645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=1367094687736775645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/1367094687736775645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/1367094687736775645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2009/11/jashn-e-bachpan.html' title='jashn-e-bachpan'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-97997228788122772</id><published>2009-09-01T23:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:17:11.169+05:30</updated><title type='text'>book fair 2009</title><summary type='text'>copy of email sent to dhiraj...edited to suit needs of the blog...
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book fair was awesome.. i bought quite a few books... not the same as every year but about ten... though there are three that i wanted and i couldn't.. i didn't find roshomon... nor did i get marx's das kapital.. and i forgot to buy woodehouse which i had promised myself... maybe if i visit again this week... hmmm the penguin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/97997228788122772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=97997228788122772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/97997228788122772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/97997228788122772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2009/09/book-fair-2009.html' title='book fair 2009'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-6779019758702969418</id><published>2009-08-17T21:12:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:21:19.397+05:30</updated><title type='text'>sad..</title><summary type='text'>sometimes you meet people in your life who touch your heart.. and you don't have a reason as to how or why... i have a friend/teacher/colleague whose mother passed away today.. she had cancer and had been suffering for quite some time.. so somewhere i know it was better that the suffering ended... however, i am feeling unsettled... last winter, i thought of knitting socks for her.. but then this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/6779019758702969418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=6779019758702969418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/6779019758702969418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/6779019758702969418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2009/08/sad.html' title='sad..'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-1584463523304072235</id><published>2009-07-03T18:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:43:46.517+05:30</updated><title type='text'>in fond memory of tandon uncle...</title><summary type='text'>tandon uncle passed away last week... he was somewhere in his seventies.. had lived his life... and how fond of life he was... i remember he used to come to my place every evening... his evening walk getting replaced by tea and whatever snacks didi and i were having... he used to treat us like his daughters... the nonk jhonk... the fun... the jokes... and then a few years back his health </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/1584463523304072235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=1584463523304072235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/1584463523304072235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/1584463523304072235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-fond-memory-of-tandon-uncle.html' title='in fond memory of tandon uncle...'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-2243632287709057974</id><published>2009-05-10T22:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:06:33.485+05:30</updated><title type='text'>daiya gunj... book lovers' heaven...</title><summary type='text'>i love the whole world and all its sights and sounds... particularly the sights of darya gunj's book stalls... ahh the numerous books... even the ones on dbms and securities and chemistry branches that i cannot pronounce or spell... i love all of them... the thicker the book, the more interesting it looks to me... 

i realised today that i can shop for any subject, as long as i am looking for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/2243632287709057974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=2243632287709057974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/2243632287709057974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/2243632287709057974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2009/05/daiya-gunj-book-lovers-heaven.html' title='daiya gunj... book lovers&apos; heaven...'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-4142324008315331247</id><published>2009-04-21T00:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:12:09.829+05:30</updated><title type='text'>thank you all... muaaaaaaahhhhhh...</title><summary type='text'>today is my birthday... sorry.. got over five minutes back... but in another time zone it still is my birthday... and if space travel is possible and a fourth, fifth and nth  dimension is to exist...then somewhere it will always be my birthday... ok.. i am off topic now... 

am writing this to immortalise (is that a word????????) my thank you to all those who made my day special today... my phone</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/4142324008315331247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=4142324008315331247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/4142324008315331247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/4142324008315331247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-all-muaaaaaaahhhhhh.html' title='thank you all... muaaaaaaahhhhhh...'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-4734999939164253269</id><published>2009-04-03T22:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:36:44.674+05:30</updated><title type='text'>as usual.. on relationships...</title><summary type='text'>it seems to me that all chaos in my life is because of the endless relationships i keep getting in and out of... no, i don't mean romantic relationships... though i wonder if i could get in and out of romantic relationships just as easily... on second thoughts, i wonder if i actually get in and out of any relationship easily... 
 well the past few weeks, i was finding it extremely difficult to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/4734999939164253269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=4734999939164253269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/4734999939164253269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/4734999939164253269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-usual-on-relationships.html' title='as usual.. on relationships...'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-2359986018617628137</id><published>2009-02-28T23:16:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:33:56.947+05:30</updated><title type='text'>open-ness in relationships...</title><summary type='text'>one of my friends is in what might be labelled as an open relationship... for the past many days we have had numerous discussions on what a person like her is doing in such a relationship... the reason we ask this is because this friend of mine is an epitome of what people often call 'emotional fools'... and this she has proven by being emotionally involved in no-strings attached relationships...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/2359986018617628137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=2359986018617628137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/2359986018617628137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/2359986018617628137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2009/02/open-ness-in-relationships.html' title='open-ness in relationships...'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-7291064694080304130</id><published>2009-02-17T21:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:33:10.102+05:30</updated><title type='text'>tolerating insubordination...</title><summary type='text'>this blog is more like a diary entry... i felt restless the whole day.. am reading a book and one line in it caught my attention... half the day was spent thinking about that one line... "curiosity is the first step to insubordination" ...

throughout the metro ride, i kept reading the book and thinking about that one line... the day was spent likewise... mind on something, doing something else..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/7291064694080304130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=7291064694080304130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/7291064694080304130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/7291064694080304130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2009/02/tolerating-insubordination.html' title='tolerating insubordination...'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-7338020527936640161</id><published>2009-02-12T20:50:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:47:29.512+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>dil dosti etc</title><summary type='text'>like all good things, the title of this blog has been 'churaoed'... or you could say 'inspired'.. for those of you who don't know, the title is the same as the title of a movie... (and it is available for download in 8 odd parts on youtube)



it's an awesome movie for those of you who haven't seen... go and watch... i am no movie buff, but i have seen this one atleast half a dozen times.. it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/7338020527936640161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=7338020527936640161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/7338020527936640161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/7338020527936640161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2009/02/dil-dosti-etc.html' title='dil dosti etc'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-9093471304763352462</id><published>2009-02-08T22:22:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:48:44.275+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relations'/><title type='text'>drifting souls...</title><summary type='text'>i am writing this one coz i think i need to say this to one of my friends...  relationships are hard to understand... not that he doesn't know it already... but sometimes hearing it from someone else makes it sound better..

years back i got this email... and have been getting it almost every year now... friends come into your life for a reason, season or a lifetime... the theory i am here </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/9093471304763352462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=9093471304763352462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/9093471304763352462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/9093471304763352462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2009/02/drifting-souls.html' title='drifting souls...'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-7106778302342589856</id><published>2009-01-21T22:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:46:21.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'>?????</title><summary type='text'>why was i born as i and not as you? why am i and not anyone else here anyway? why do humans think they are the most intelligent race? are they? if there is another planet, far far away, why haven't they been able to contact us? do they want to? or are they in the same pursuit as we are? are they a less developed species? or more? if we are the only beings in the whole universe, and God created </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/7106778302342589856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=7106778302342589856' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/7106778302342589856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/7106778302342589856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='?????'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8595247068443416092.post-6272594352090158922</id><published>2009-01-06T11:52:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:38:06.123+05:30</updated><title type='text'>to be or not to be... is there really a choice?</title><summary type='text'>lately i have come to realise something that i knew all my life... i have been born with a silver spoon in my mouth... having said that.. let me elaborate upon why the title sounds so morose...

you see, i have also realised that the world sees me like that... born with a silver spoon... and i am not denying it... infact i just acknowledged it on web... for the whole world to see... no i am not a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/6272594352090158922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=6272594352090158922' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/6272594352090158922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/6272594352090158922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-be-or-not-to-be-is-there-really.html' title='to be or not to be... is there really a choice?'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-741387544900123791</id><published>2008-12-27T12:29:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-27T12:40:58.331+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book lovers'/><title type='text'>life without books... :(</title><summary type='text'>this one i need to write only because i need to speak it out and get it out of my system... not that i haven't already done so. i have cribbed, cried, fretted, fumed as much as i could.. but that has not been enough so i am writing...
this one will be short, so woud be bearable...


yesterday i went shopping.. i hate shopping.. don't understand how people stand it... i just hate it.. so needless </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/741387544900123791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=741387544900123791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/741387544900123791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/741387544900123791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-without-books.html' title='life without books... :('/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-8009772689676345528</id><published>2008-11-05T19:56:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-27T12:41:27.323+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commitments'/><title type='text'>what's wrong with you guys???</title><summary type='text'>ya seriously, what's wrong with you guys... you guys have a perpetual commitment phobia... which you simply explain by the fact that you're men (which by the way is the silliest explanation you could possibly give to anything in the world... and you actually give to everything in this world!!!) so back to commitment phobia... ok ok you've phobia... accepted.. it is possible... no problems... you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/8009772689676345528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=8009772689676345528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/8009772689676345528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/8009772689676345528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-wrong-with-you-guys.html' title='what&apos;s wrong with you guys???'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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-8595247068443416092.post-7294111256710459147</id><published>2008-11-02T14:04:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-27T12:41:54.631+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live-in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relations'/><title type='text'>living in, living out...</title><summary type='text'>the other day, i got caught in a 'discussion' with a few people at the department (as i quite often do)... as usual the discussion revolved around relationships- what else would a bunch of young adults discuss... everyone at the department incidentally is a young adult, irrespective of their age.. somehow, no one at the department ever grows beyond youth except maybe get a few grey hair which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/feeds/7294111256710459147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8595247068443416092&amp;postID=7294111256710459147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/7294111256710459147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8595247068443416092/posts/default/7294111256710459147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toolikawadhwa.blogspot.com/2008/11/living-in-living-out.html' title='living in, living out...'/><author><name>Toolika Wadhwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326580470090087852</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>
