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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><title>All About EllaSachin</title><link>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/</link><atom:link xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/feed/rss2/posts/"/><description>A love track for Ella and Sachin.</description><language>en-UK</language><generator>MokoFeed</generator><ttl>10</ttl><image><title>All About EllaSachin</title><link>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/c6/f13abea3a81894c4e95eafd3da8d36_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>A Milestone</title><link>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2006/03/14/a_milestone~641625/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ellasachin.blog.co.uk,2006-03-14:/2006/03/14/a_milestone~641625/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 08:55:08 +0100</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;What day is today ? I am sure you won’t forget actually! This is 3rd anniversary !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 13th March !!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Gosh !! What a speed with which the time has run and ...... indeed what a different life is after these 3 years !!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;If I just sit and go in the past, iI can clearly go through the details of the 13th Morning of that Sunday in 2003 !! Enormous excitement. and a constant eye on the watch to check if it's 2 o'clock !! &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;That exciting afternoon has resulted in an array of events which has undoubtedly changed our lives................ and let's hope that, the final outcome of these events along with the road that we will travel in coming future will prove us that the 13th March 2003 was the best day we had !!!!!!! And the decision to be the best as well ! &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;May god bless us with the wisdom and luck to bring our dreams true! &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Yours D&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2006/03/14/a_milestone~641625/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>episode</category><comments>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2006/03/14/a_milestone~641625/#comments</comments></item><item><title>2003 White New Year Eve</title><link>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2006/03/12/2003_white_new_year_eve~636341/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ellasachin.blog.co.uk,2006-03-12:/2006/03/12/2003_white_new_year_eve~636341/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Mar 2006 15:42:50 +0100</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;In the UK, a whole week holidays commencing from Christmas Eve, ending in the New Year. After a memorable Christmas Eve, Darling and I started to feel bored sitting at home, watching movies based on TV Guide. During this long vacation, all shops were closed and we absolutely had no moods to go out under the frozen weather. What’s worse, almost all of our friends have gone back to their home countries. It was no scope to visit friends, having fun together. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It was 31st of December, 2003. We planned to have a count-down party with Darling’s friend living nearby. Suddenly, it snowed outside. The snow was so heavy that while we walked out, we couldn’t see the landscape. It was a genuine white world. It was also our first time to experience heavy snowing in Sheffield. Sheffield didn’t snow too much during 2002 and 2003.&lt;br&gt;
How lucky we were to see it before we left UK.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;We got lost in a white world. We couldn’t make out whether we were in grass yards, or motor ways. It was almost an impossible job to track a place down where we have never been. We decided to walk home, quietly greeting 2004. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=414511"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/511/414511_a369e7527b_s.jpg" align="" alt="Snow-1" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;2004 was an unpredictable year for us. We left Sheffield and came back to our countries in 22nd of January, 2004. That snow New Year Eve was mixed with joy but more unexpectedness to the future. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=414513"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/513/414513_309a7464d9_s.jpg" align="" alt="snow-2" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=414514"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/514/414514_8cb73b66be_s.jpg" align="" alt="snow-3" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2006/03/12/2003_white_new_year_eve~636341/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>episode</category><comments>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2006/03/12/2003_white_new_year_eve~636341/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Best Christmas Feast Ever</title><link>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2006/03/11/best_christmas_feast_ever~632376/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ellasachin.blog.co.uk,2006-03-11:/2006/03/11/best_christmas_feast_ever~632376/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Mar 2006 06:06:39 +0100</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;Within the three-year deep affair with Darling, only once we spent Christmas Eve together. Only once so far, but what happened on that night is still vivid now.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It was 2003 Christmas Eve. One month before, Sheffield high streets were colored Christmas joyful atmosphere. We smelled it and I proposed to have wonderful turkey feast in one of the elegant restaurants or wild pubs on high streets, the places, which we never had a chance to step in.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"&gt; Time flied in a blink of eyes. We didn’t reserve any of the turkey feasts, and in no time it was Christmas Eve.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wth.gif" alt="|-|" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;In that morning, I was mourning over my evening dinner.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayno.gif" alt=":no:" class="middle" border="0"&gt; What’s more, it was our last Christmas in the UK, I couldn’t let it go without celebrations. Darling saw me in deep depression; he said why not we made our own Christmas Eve menu.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“No!” I rejected it stubbornly.&lt;br&gt;
“Come on” Darling said&lt;br&gt;
“No, it’s not perfect!” I shouted.&lt;br&gt;
“Then, you wan to stay here and complain throughout the day?” Darling shouted back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;He pushed me to put on coats. We headed typical British winds, walking 25 minutes to the nearby supermarket, Morrison. Inside Morrison, not so many shopping crowds. The special stalls for Christmas promotions were almost empty. We carefully checked into the leftovers and picked up something we thought suitable for tonight. As soon as we went home, we cleaned the 1/4 turkey and stuffed some spices and butters inside. While Darling prepared the food, I cleaned the entire house. I removed the wreath hang on the front door and put it in the circle of dining table as the table deco. We found out a thick cloth big enough to cover the whole living room. Yes, we spread it all over the floor and the house instantly looking as our lovely palace. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=411706"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/706/411706_fa6dcba5ed_s.jpg" align="" alt="christmas eve-2" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=411707"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/707/411707_fdf87ec3e6_s.jpg" align="" alt="Christmas Eve 1" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It was time to the eve; we both all washed up and dressed up also. The menu was comprehensive enough.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appetizer&lt;/strong&gt; Carrot Soup, Italian Salad, Butter Bread&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Main Course&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 Roasted Turkey with Trimmings (boiled sprouts, chestnuts, and potato wedges) along with  cranberry sauce and butter sauce&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Desert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 Christmas Budding&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Wine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 Rose Wine&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=411708"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/708/411708_aa645d2f48_s.jpg" align="" alt="Christmas eve 3" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;We exchanged gifts and eyes were wet due to this wonderful night and heavy emotions.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Undoubtedly it was a peaceful and lovable night, only we two, sharing everything and feeling so depending on each other. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So beautiful… &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=411709"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/709/411709_2aeb6e4c2a_s.jpg" align="" alt="C-4" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2006/03/11/best_christmas_feast_ever~632376/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>episode</category><comments>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2006/03/11/best_christmas_feast_ever~632376/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Love Lectures</title><link>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2006/03/07/love_lectures~619752/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ellasachin.blog.co.uk,2006-03-07:/2006/03/07/love_lectures~619752/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Mar 2006 09:41:44 +0100</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;I think every couple may go through a stage I name “early conflicts”, the stage, when both to some extents realize each other actually thinks and behaves differently and somehow generate conflicts. To conquer this stage, both of the couple have to sense a fact that we are not ourselves only; instead, we have a partner to take care of. In short, a successful relationship is based on mutual understanding &amp; compromises, if any.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I have been stuck with this stage, with pains.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wth.gif" alt="|-|" class="middle" border="0"&gt; I used to be a pampered and self-centered girl, thinking that I could have my own way at any costs. However my Darling happened to be a figure who resented this concept at any costs. We had very big fights at early days because of this big bifurcation. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought if you loved me, you should do whatever I wanted.&lt;/em&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darling thought if we loved each other, we had to make compromises when discrepancy occurred.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I made huge efforts to digest this concept and put it into practice. Without Darling’s patience, we wouldn’t have been through it.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Love is not only a strong emotion. It should include passions, care, trust, dependence, independence, privacy, respect, and two binding hearts. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;This was the first lecture Darling has given me. We each other gave lectures and worked most out of them. The lecturing still continues.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2006/03/07/love_lectures~619752/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>lectures</category><comments>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2006/03/07/love_lectures~619752/#comments</comments></item><item><title>JW Marriott</title><link>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2006/03/07/jw_marriott~619347/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ellasachin.blog.co.uk,2006-03-07:/2006/03/07/jw_marriott~619347/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Mar 2006 03:14:18 +0100</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;JW Marriott Mumbai is a luxurious hotel inside Mumbai city. It’s near Juhu beach overlooking the Arabian sea.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://marriott.com/property/propertypage/BOMJW"&gt;http://marriott.com/property/propertypage/BOMJW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=404021"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/021/404021_97638144e5_s.jpg" align="" alt="bomjw_home_leftimage" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Source: JW website&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It was a pure coincidence that we visited JW Marriott on Valentine’s Day (2006.02.14).&lt;br&gt;
On 14th I was busy in properties checking, and throughout the day, only fatigue &amp; lousiness, I couldn’t feel a slight romance.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_twisted.gif" alt=":&gt;" class="middle" border="0"&gt; Megan (Darling’s sister) enthusiastically invited me to visit her home along with her cutie –Adi in the afternoon. Megan is really an amicable woman. She offered me some snacks and I saw Adi running here and there inside the house. It’s indeed a fun to have kind at home. Sometimes you feel like they are not human beings but animals.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=404022"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/022/404022_a670fdb9b7_s.jpg" align="" alt="CIMG0529" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=404024"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/024/404024_eb7bdd16ad_s.jpg" align="" alt="CIMG0655" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
After this wonderful family event, Darling proposed a night stroll in Juhu beach. Around Juhu beach, lots of boutiques &amp; restaurants shined.Darling proposed to have some drinks and snacks. We walked along the street and passed a magnificent mansion. You cannot walk by without paying attentions to this mansion. It was too outstanding, out-dwarfing the neighborhood. Darling said it was JW Marriott, one of the most famous landmarks in Mumbai. “Is it?” I was so curious about this landmark. Why not go inside and check it properly? &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;A couple of security guards stood in the entrance, checking all entering cars. We walked by them, straightly went inside. Inside was so quiet compared with the crowds outside the wall. The interior was decorated as a western style garden. In the middle of the garden, one elegant fountain caught our eyes. We passed by fountain and walked along the stone stairs to the second floor, the main banquet entrance. Before entering, the security crew checked all guests’ handbags, and everyone had to pass the sensor gate exactly as what we see in the airport. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;On Valentine’s Day, a party was on inside JW Marriott. Everyone we saw was so much dressed up; compared with them, our dressings seemed not to show respect to the party. Throughout the night, live bands, champagnes, BBQ seafood, exotic cuisines, along with an extraordinary dessert bar. We felt like we were joining a palace banquet. The most appreciating point of JW was its service. During the party, Darling asked a cup of hot water. To our surprise, the waiter brought us a tea pot of hot water along with 2 well-packed pure honeys. What an amazingly service!! &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;We left JW nearly midnight time. Whenever I thought of JW, all wonderful scenes of that night came to my mind in no time.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=404023"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/023/404023_ccc74d04af_s.jpg" align="" alt="1" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2006/03/07/jw_marriott~619347/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>my-little-india</category><comments>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2006/03/07/jw_marriott~619347/#comments</comments></item><item><title>999 Roses Valentine's Day!!</title><link>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2006/03/05/999_roses_valentine_s_day~614632/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ellasachin.blog.co.uk,2006-03-05:/2006/03/05/999_roses_valentine_s_day~614632/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Mar 2006 15:20:32 +0100</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;This year upon 14th of February, I was in Mumbai for the business trip. Before Darling has asked me what he should bring me as the Valentine’s gift. I didn’t hesitate too much but blurted out “999 roses”. “999 roses!!” &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"&gt;what will you do with them?&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"&gt; Darling asked surprisingly. “I will spread them all over my bed”. I gave him a very creative answer. “Ok, I like the way you said”. Darling replied.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;On 12th midnight, I arrived Mumbai. I felt so exhausted after 8-hour flight. The first thing I’d like to do is to check-in the hotel and have a cozy sleep. Um….Mumbai was not so pleasant in summer night. Soon I found the car which the hotel sent to pick me up. The car rushed to deep city center and stopped in front of a cozy, elegant building.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Here it was-- “Residency Hotel”. The lobby was bright and with amenity. The check-in process didn’t take a minute. My body was so heavy and I just wanted to throw myself into the soft bed. While I opened the room door, I was astonished. Roses were everywhere!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Right front of the door, a bunch of roses were standing. On the windowsill, another bunch of roses. On the pillows, inside the bathroom, what I could see are roses with pink, red, yellow, white, purple colors.Before I could digest it, my darling knocked the door, greeting me with big smiles. Oh, my God!! &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“Do you like the roses I gave you? “ Darling asked.&lt;br&gt;
“Yes“ my voices shivered. &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
This was my first time to receive flowers, so wonderful and memorable.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I think my darling pampers me so much. Being pampered has become an addition. What to do for next Valentine’s Day?&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":&gt;&gt;" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=400571"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/571/400571_324b504564_s.jpg" align="" alt="rose1" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=400572"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/572/400572_653005d703_s.jpg" align="" alt="2006-02-27 159" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2006/03/05/999_roses_valentine_s_day~614632/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>my-little-india</category><comments>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2006/03/05/999_roses_valentine_s_day~614632/#comments</comments></item><item><title>A dream walk: Around Sheffield</title><link>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2005/07/14/a_dream_walk_around_sheffield/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ellasachin.blog.co.uk,2005-07-14:/2005/07/14/a_dream_walk_around_sheffield/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jul 2005 16:42:35 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;When we decided to meet again on Saturday (the 16th), the comfort level was great and  Ella had insisted to see her friend (the same one !!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt; When I met Kim, She had come with a plaster on her hand and hand tied to her neck. I knew her since before as she used to be with Stella/ Sharon.. (our MBA batch) and I had hardly any difficultly to get friendly with her. Ella and myself decided to walk down to the Botanical garden of Sheffield and from there, our talks led us to even further to Hunters bar.  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The city of Sheffield is outstanding in the National park's aspect. The whole city itself appears to be in a huge national park and within the city, again there are many small parks. During summer, having walks in Sheffield national parks with Ella - it couldn't have been better.  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Ella was looking as pretty as always in a white T-Shirt with long sleeves. From her dog (CC) to her undergraduate school, we talked on every conceivable topic. Finally when we were enough with walking, we found a lonely bench in forest from where, apart from the dark woods (as it was late evening) we could see one tiny road with cars running with head lights on at a distance. The darkness of the night was getting on the forest and bungalows of the Sheffield outskirts. Silence everywhere and we shared a lot many things to each other without uttering a word.(We didn’t forget to revisit this bench while the time to leave Sheffield came by.) &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The return walk to the hunters bar, the pizzeria with the British interiors, our going back from there to the Unite, the moon light at the ground opp. the Unite.. All appears to be magical today!! And I wish, I could live that day all over again... &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/e/ellasachin/img/DSCF0030.JPG" title="View of Walkley/Sheffield"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/e/ellasachin/img/DSCF0030_small.jpg" border="0" alt="View of Walkley/Sheffield"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/e/ellasachin/img/DSCF0118.JPG" title="Walkley/revely valley"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/e/ellasachin/img/DSCF0118_small.jpg" border="0" alt="Walkley/revely valley"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2005/07/14/a_dream_walk_around_sheffield/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>episode</category><comments>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2005/07/14/a_dream_walk_around_sheffield/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Start of the new Era: Ella</title><link>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2005/07/07/start_of_the_new_era_ella/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ellasachin.blog.co.uk,2005-07-07:/2005/07/07/start_of_the_new_era_ella/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jul 2005 05:48:49 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;This story begun much earlier than March 13, 2003 !! The day when I sent first mail to Ella (Jan-Feb), no one could have ever thought that the story would go so far as it is today. The yahoo greeting to Ella was having some weird picture on it and I wrote down that "Pls. don't put too much of your brain to analyze the meaning of the picture above. This mail comes casually to check the validity of your email id!! " . Then I got reply from her and my another greeting followed... then another .. another .. one more .. Until I sent a Chinese greeting (assuming it's a friendship greeting) and it turned out later that it was a marriage proposal in Chinese!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So a long time in silence followed from her during which, I was impatient and frustrated to change the status quo.  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;During the lectures as she was surrounded with a lot of girls  who were basically my good friends and had no clue about the online business we had carried out in between, I had hardly any chance of getting along with her during the lectures.  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The only lecture was of finance when I could possibly be with her. (Nonetheless there were two annoying guys who used bug me in that task!) Still, got lucky enough to make it happen one day and asked her on a piece of paper "Would u like to come for a booze in the eve ?". at the end of the lecture she agreed to meet at 8.00 p.m. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Although she has mentioned that, we arrived at RSVP very casually.. in fact, It was all pretty much planned by me. I had even decided upon the seats. In that evening, Ella appeared confident (and mostly I too), we talked a lot , out of which a major part was from Ella. Her friend (later my beloved friend and a gr8 smoking partner: Kim) was apparently on the date as she has explained, and Ella was periodically thinking if that was the best time to call her!!  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;We hardly run out of topics contrary to my fears.The music in the pub was kool, the ambience was exciting, although a lot of people in the pub, the place where we were was still romantic. With Ella’s talks and the beer, the night turned out to be a beautiful experience. I somehow controlled the temptation to pull Ella's cheeks all the time while she was speaking. That night will remain in my most cherishable memories of life. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/e/ellasachin/img/DSC00275.JPG" title="View from the bench of Hunter"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/e/ellasachin/img/DSC00275_small.jpg" border="0" alt="View from the bench of Hunter"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2005/07/07/start_of_the_new_era_ella/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>episode</category><comments>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2005/07/07/start_of_the_new_era_ella/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Late Valentine's Chocolate</title><link>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2005/06/22/late_valentine_s_chocolate/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ellasachin.blog.co.uk,2005-06-22:/2005/06/22/late_valentine_s_chocolate/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jun 2005 10:33:06 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“This story was related to The First Night Out @ R.S.V.P.; however I think it’s special enough to be separated.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/e/ellasachin/img/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Every girl dreams a wonderful gift on Valentine’s Day, and so do I. Even in Sheffield, no boy friend, I still was expecting a surprise. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;On lecture, Sachin asked me out at night, and I accepted it with pleasure. After lecture, he insisted to accompany me back to Unite, where I stayed. Unite was only 5-minute walking distance from the management hall. On the way I could feel he would like to tell me something but we just kept silence. I found him carried a bag which was quite unusual. I seldom saw him carried anything like that. He normally walked in the lecturing hall with piece of papers and a pen at hand. “What is inside?” “Would it be something for me?” I wondered.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Here is Unite.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I stopped in front of the reception and gave him a hint to leave.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;em&gt;“This is for you. Happy Valentine’s Day!” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;
He suddenly opened his bag and took out two well-packaged chocolates.&lt;br&gt;
 &lt;em&gt;“Well, thank you.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;
 I was so surprised. This guy seemed to have an unknown power to see through my minds. But why now? It was 13th of March, one month after Valentine’s Day.&lt;br&gt;
 &lt;em&gt;“I should have given these to you on 14th of February, but I was afraid that you would reject. I’ve carried them with me since then, seeking a good chance .I think it’s a perfect timing now. ”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;em&gt; “Thanks, and see you tonight.” &lt;/em&gt;I said.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I got my Valentine’s chocolate!” &lt;/em&gt;I yelled to Kim.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;em&gt;“Valentine’s chocolates ? Who gives you? Is that Indian guy?” &lt;/em&gt;She asked.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;em&gt;“Yes, and guess what? I will go out with him tonight.”&lt;/em&gt; I said. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I carefully unwrapped the packaging papers after returning my room. I starred at those chocolates as if they were Picasso’s masterpieces. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I don’t have sweet teeth, but I do have a sweet guy coming in my life.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/e/ellasachin/img/images1.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2005/06/22/late_valentine_s_chocolate/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>episode</category><comments>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2005/06/22/late_valentine_s_chocolate/#comments</comments></item><item><title>First Night Out @ R.S.V.P.</title><link>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2005/06/19/first_night_out_r_s_v_p/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ellasachin.blog.co.uk,2005-06-19:/2005/06/19/first_night_out_r_s_v_p/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2005 09:55:47 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;Sachin is from my MBA batch, but to be honest, I have never paid attentions to him until the second semester.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;He used to linger around me in class and if I was not seated around with my “sisters” on lectures, he would take every chance to seat beside or behind me. Even he on purpose approached me, he didn’t take the real actions to invite me out or ask my personal email address.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;One day on “Human Resource Management” lecture, I was late and had no choice but to seat in front of him. He passed a note inbetween and asked me my email and my Chinese name. I was so curious about his next move and without surprise, we started to play”passing notes” on lectures and “you got a mail” after lectures every now and then. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;13th of March, 2003, he at first time invited me out on John's lecture; of course, in terms of written note. “Ok, why not”, I said to myself at full excitement. We met later around 7:00 in the evening, heading for city centre looking for somewhere to seat. We entered R.S.V.P. a typical British bar. It was too early for revelry but perfect for first dating. We chose the second floor, a seat for two against the window. I, on the black coat and red gloves, was quite nervous and uneasy, but I knew subconsciously this night would reverse my life. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;He looked anxious too but was brave enough to initiate the conversations; thought we both had to make lots of efforts to make each other understand, we were so enjoying as if we were old friends. The topic was not limited; albeit night was over. He sent me home around 11.Outside was so windy and frigid, but my heart was burning.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;We fell in love at 13th of March, 2003 @ R.S,V.P.  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;p.s.&lt;br&gt;
There was a twist on that night. I have to refer Kim, my love consultant, and truly, her encouragement was a vital tribute to ellasachin.&lt;br&gt;
By coincidence, Kim also had the first night out with a guy on the same day. We made a deal to give each other an “alerting call” in the middle of the date; if the date was in a mess, we had an excuse to take an early leave.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Luckily, this protective mechanism had no roles to play on both of us.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/e/ellasachin/img/RSVP.JPG" title="R.S.V.P.-where we had the first date"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/e/ellasachin/img/RSVP_small.jpg" border="0" alt="R.S.V.P.-where we had the first date"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2005/06/19/first_night_out_r_s_v_p/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>episode</category><comments>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2005/06/19/first_night_out_r_s_v_p/#comments</comments></item><item><title>The Very Beginning</title><link>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2005/06/19/the_very_beginning/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ellasachin.blog.co.uk,2005-06-19:/2005/06/19/the_very_beginning/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2005 08:23:50 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;The story started from a game every girl longing for loves may have done-imagining Mr. Right.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It was a typically frozen and windy season in UK (Jan, 2003), and I (Ella) was bugged up with endless assignments and papers. The first semester was over and I just came back from Taipei, staying in Unite, nowhere to go. Before Christmas, I finished a dreadful relationship, and was eager to find someone to fill in the empty place. One day during a casual meeting with friends, Yashin (one TW girl) disclosed the “secret” to find Mr. Right, which was claimed to be working so well.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The secret was simple: writing the criteria of your ideal prospect down, as detailed as possible, and then within three months, this person will come to you.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Sounding so weird!! Since I had nothing to do except boring studies, I decided to give it a try. That night, I carefully considered what kind of person I’d like to fall in love and live together. After finishing this long list, I was too excited and immediately called Kim (my best friend in UK; also an imp actress in this play) up to share this with her. She couldn’t stop but laughed at the other end of the phone, she also “kindly” suggested me to flush this list down to toilet. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So what? Would it be working? I carried this hope with me and out of surprise; it was indeed working in no time.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;P.S.&lt;br&gt;
1. My darling, Sachin, came to my life after two months, and he was exactly the one on my list.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;2. The imp. list:&lt;br&gt;
                   Boy friend&lt;br&gt;
1.	Loving me so much forever&lt;br&gt;
2.	Good personalities&lt;br&gt;
Aggressive, ambitious, with good living quality, patience, good temper, well-planned, considerate, tender, with vision towards the future&lt;br&gt;
3.	Smart, well-educated, with at least master degree(good university)&lt;br&gt;
4.	Well family , nice parents&lt;br&gt;
5.	Kind to pets(dogs)&lt;br&gt;
6.	Good job with satisfactory payments&lt;br&gt;
7.	Willing to share thoughts, deep-thinkers, enjoy reading&lt;br&gt;
8.	Enjoy traveling&lt;br&gt;
9.	Surprising makers&lt;br&gt;
10.	Complete, intact body functions&lt;br&gt;
11.	Older than me by at most 6 years old&lt;br&gt;
12.	Nice looking&lt;br&gt;
Above 175 cm, medium-sized, neat, sweet smiles&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/e/ellasachin/img/DSCN7321_01.JPG" title="Ella at that time, shot in Sheffield city centre"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/e/ellasachin/img/DSCN7321_01_small.jpg" border="0" alt="Ella at that time, shot in Sheffield city centre"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2005/06/19/the_very_beginning/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>preface</category><comments>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2005/06/19/the_very_beginning/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Ellasachin-the-blessed</title><link>http://ellasachin.blog.co.uk/2005/06/18/ellasachin_the_blessed/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:ellasachin.blog.co.uk,2005-06-18:/2005/06/18/ellasachin_the_blessed/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jun 2005 19:33:00 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;   Ella and Sachin met in Sheffield,UK, 2003. Both don't believe in the fate; however, the destiny exerts powers on them.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;   They have been in deep love for 27 months but half of the time they seperated thousands miles away (Taipei/Mumbai). &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;   Their love stories make people curious and nevertheless inspire couples suffering from long-distance affairs.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;   Ella and Sachin decide to wirte their stories down as a memory along with the motives to step forwards. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;   Happiness, sarrow, joy, and bitterness.. all tastes mix up,making this relationship as delectable as possible forever.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/e/ellasachin/img/P4120040.jpg" title="Our favorite pic; see our feet swing towards the same direction!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/e/ellasachin/img/P4120040_small.jpg" border="0" alt="Our favorite pic; see our feet swing towards the same direction!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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