<?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-203174315998441908</id><updated>2011-12-11T22:36:41.234+05:30</updated><category term='writers blend'/><category term='metallica'/><category term='guest posts'/><category term='Exams'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Sub Conscious Mind'/><category term='Cricket'/><category term='Mg.'/><category term='Crazy theories'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='videos'/><category term='UFO'/><category term='Introspection'/><category term='music'/><category term='tag'/><category term='Management'/><category term='About me'/><category term='FOL'/><category term='isport'/><category term='Life'/><category term='World events'/><category term='Snapshots'/><category term='CJ'/><category term='my work'/><category term='human relations'/><category term='Mistakes'/><category term='Global warming'/><category term='tv'/><category term='MEMORIES'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='College Life'/><category term='-------'/><category term='Lessons'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>WRITING PAD</title><subtitle type='html'>RANDOM THOUGHTS OF A RANDOM MIND</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-1908408861358899508</id><published>2011-12-11T18:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-11T19:22:06.250+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some things remain constant!</title><content type='html'>There comes a point in you life when you loose yourself, you don't  feel yourself in your own skin, you life completely changes, the people around you change. &lt;br /&gt;The world seems a different place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like these you realize some the constants in your life. &lt;br /&gt;Some old friends &lt;br /&gt;The taste of homemade food&lt;br /&gt;The calmness of your own room &lt;br /&gt;The classics on your oldest iPod &lt;br /&gt;A day without phone calls &lt;br /&gt;and some words on your blog &lt;br /&gt;and of course A cricket match! &lt;br /&gt;PURE Bliss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such situations in life gives you an opportunity to reinvent your self and restore some tranquility in a chaotic environment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-1908408861358899508?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/1908408861358899508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=1908408861358899508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/1908408861358899508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/1908408861358899508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2011/12/some-things-remain-constant.html' title='Some things remain constant!'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-3678870049217124137</id><published>2011-09-18T19:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-18T19:49:10.424+05:30</updated><title type='text'>random expressions!</title><content type='html'>Whoever talks about work life balance is so hypocritical, they are either have no life or no work. Because lets face it if you work you can kiss life a big GoodBye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a string of crazy events and when it breaks, it puts a full stop on life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants a little bit of crazy in Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-3678870049217124137?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/3678870049217124137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=3678870049217124137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/3678870049217124137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/3678870049217124137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2011/09/random-expressions.html' title='random expressions!'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-599404341661209487</id><published>2011-09-06T23:59:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-07T00:33:47.729+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'>Beeeeeeee!!!</title><content type='html'>Human emotions, one cannot run away from them; can they. &lt;br /&gt;At your lowest point you remember the past and in a state of shock you remember you have to go tomorrow to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conflicted thoughts &lt;br /&gt;And &lt;br /&gt;Lost words &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the infinity of a "Normal Life" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Expression is the only thing which differentiates an artist from a "a person who has a job" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Of anonymous words to unknown writer for a invisible addressee)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-599404341661209487?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/599404341661209487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=599404341661209487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/599404341661209487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/599404341661209487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2011/09/beeeeeeee.html' title='Beeeeeeee!!!'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-8559978787167590823</id><published>2011-05-21T21:07:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-21T21:30:23.629+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life!</title><content type='html'>Everyday I walk into the office, I get more and more convinced that this is not the place I ever wanna be. Talk of making wrong decisions and destiny playing a bad joke on me. Well after I'm part of a rat race which all my life I tried avoiding. &lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you don't recognize yourself (clichéd) but thats a situation I face everyday. &lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to work in a funky place where ideas would flow and I would use my creativity and spread some aditi-isms but here I am stuck in a pressure cooker where people are stuck to staring at their screens and decreasing their grey cells by constant use of phones (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thats exactly what I do all day&lt;/span&gt;), its just a lucky Saturday that I can even get myself to write this piece.&lt;br /&gt;Its just hard for me to believe ill be doing this for the next full year. &lt;br /&gt;Where is the place where they say "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do something which you like, then you'll never have to work again&lt;/span&gt;" why didn't anybody tell me that this statement is such a oxymoron. &lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe I'm a banker :P &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-8559978787167590823?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/8559978787167590823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=8559978787167590823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/8559978787167590823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/8559978787167590823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2011/05/life.html' title='Life!'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-4641926668231215010</id><published>2011-03-11T01:51:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-11T02:32:38.051+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Why Freedom!</title><content type='html'>It seems that the world over a "freedom movement" is taking place. The generation of boomers have finally taken charge of their destiny. Stuck in place where they can't live under the shadows of their elders nor can they be as confused as their younger generations, the boomers have taken upon themselves to live the rest of their life enjoying independence and liberty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intrinsic need of a person is "expression of his individualism", and with mass media and internet playing the music of freedom, liberty and anti - establishment at full blast its very hard for the oppressed not to wonder. The Egyptian got rid of a corrupt establishment and will soon enjoy a democratic leadership which will allow for the first time the individual to rise in the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the so called Generation X born and brought up in a democratic, secular and tolerant country sometimes take the freedom given to us for granted. Since birth we are not the slaves of royalty nor the followers of a community leader. We were groomed with formal education not is religious textures. The world is an oyster to us rather than a mine field. We made decisions because its us who want to do it, we don't follow some mislead people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the true power of our generation, this is want our ancestors fought for. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Freedom is when I express myself here without any inhibitions about my words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-4641926668231215010?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/4641926668231215010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=4641926668231215010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/4641926668231215010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/4641926668231215010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-freedom.html' title='Why Freedom!'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-184064425903268807</id><published>2010-12-09T02:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-09T02:48:01.916+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human relations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>taking sides!</title><content type='html'>They say, if you don't have an opinion then you don't exist. Let it be right or wrong but you should stand for something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diplomacy is a disease which kills the essence out of the good, and leaves you with a lot less people in your life. It soaks the living sense out of you and shuns you in the deep corners of self denial and grief. &lt;br /&gt;For once taking sides might make you the bad, but it leaves smiles on the face you care about. I say its all worth it, if you want to see the same faces after five years still being a part of your lives, rest are just a blur going through the motions of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things which are not done, not said, not acted upon and the build up to resentment and self doubt. Lending a hand and lifting a person up from the darkness is the fact of the matter. But that darkness and grey should not pull you inside so that you, yourself drown in the grey and the ugly. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Time and again when faced by complex human emotions, these words help me make sense of it all. Emotions have many facets but I guess I've blunted a few of them inside of myself. They have eroded over the years and shown me the real image of myself. But in the process left me with cavities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive always masked my real emotions by my words but today all I want to say is, I can't be emotionally stretched, because thats one thing that will pushes me towards things which I have left behind. Life is simple for me, I have goals and a long bucket list and I live, and let others Live. &lt;br /&gt;I let people make their own mistakes and learn from them, I accept them as they are, then again my intolerance for certain judgmental people is increasing, and I don't know what to do of it. I'm at that stage of my life, when I look behind I see a blur. &lt;br /&gt;And my fears are coming true once again, but this time I'm stronger and it would be lot easier going through it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasons change&lt;br /&gt;Destinations change&lt;br /&gt;We Evolve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-184064425903268807?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/184064425903268807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=184064425903268807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/184064425903268807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/184064425903268807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2010/12/taking-sides.html' title='taking sides!'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-4750155597466336984</id><published>2010-10-25T22:37:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-30T00:51:26.836+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'>Free of Judgement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Its disappointing when you are judged by your actions rather than your Work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its even more disappointing when your actions are judged on the behest of care and concern. As a strong,independent,free willed person its easy for me to take in everything and just brush it off labeling it as kiddish and stupidity, but its hearting to see some close ones take a hard hit due to the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a thin line between the good, bad and the ugly and moments like these teach us lessons which help us determine them. Symbols emerge and patterns are drawn for us, to record history. The kind of history which tells us how to deal with certain kind in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a Collective society where decision are made by communities but then I think individualism is something which comes to us intrinsically, we have grown up with it, ours is the generation which has the advantage of freedom of expression and we shall stand and show us, our worth to the unworthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with a very heavy heart and no expression, all I say is certain things are just not worth it. Make your self worthy and show your worth to the ones who see you for your work rather than who you lead you life. Life is too short for the unworthy and you meet hundreds of people during your life time. Some stick, spread smiles and laughter, the others fade away leaving us with lessons. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On my Mind &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zSmOvYzSeaQ"&gt;Aerosimth - Amazing &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A small addition to this post. &lt;br /&gt;About a year back I read this statement "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;People don't change, they become more of themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". And every time I go through complex out pour of human emotions, I remember this sentence and smile (Life moves on even if it's at a snail's pace)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-4750155597466336984?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/4750155597466336984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=4750155597466336984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/4750155597466336984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/4750155597466336984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2010/10/free-of-judgement.html' title='Free of Judgement'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-5453007013215756269</id><published>2010-10-10T21:54:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:04:17.723+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'>Bucket List!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“By recording your dreams and goals on paper, you set in motion the process of becoming the person you most want to be.” - Mark Victore Hansen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bucket list for me is something which gets me through the rough part of my life the anger of a traffic jam, the stress of a day job, the agony of getting into a local train during rush hours, the scorching heat of a field survey afternoon and many more things which makes one want to give up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bucket list inspires me to keep going and gives me a reason to get up each morning and inspires me to turn my thoughts into action and gives me a purpose to live each day without any regret. Because at the end the day when I read my list and I know I am getting closer to my goal and all the hard work is worth on more tick on my bucket list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Being a huge sports enthusiast since childhood, I want to visit Brazil during the 2014 FIFA world cup,  watch Indian Cricket team in action in the 2011 World Cup, cover all four tennis courts across the world; Australian Open, French Open, Wimbledon , U.S Open and play on pebble beach golf course.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next up on the list is publishing a book, I have been a blogger for six years now and this one wish on my bucket list is one thing which drives me each day. It inspires me to read more and more, until one day when I finally complete my book and actually sell a few copies. Till then I wish to write for each and every magazine and web content portal in India, the journey has already started and I have a long way to go. I as a writer want to leave behind some words which generations after me read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream company is IMG, the biggest Sports Management company in the world and everyday I work towards getting there one day. That’s the destination before that there are many milestones to be crossed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bucket list won’t be complete without the mention of my wish to touch all the continents in my life time. And specially visit Egypt, South Africa, Phuket Islands, Bali, Bahamas, Caribbean, Switzerland, Maldives, Spain, France the list keeps on increasing each day and so does my determination to fulfill  my bucket list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We all have dreams as children, some come true and the others fade away in the real world. And then there some which drive us each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - this post wasn't typed for the blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-5453007013215756269?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/5453007013215756269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=5453007013215756269' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/5453007013215756269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/5453007013215756269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2010/10/bucket-list.html' title='Bucket List!'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-2685341755773043677</id><published>2010-01-25T13:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:19:38.170+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'>{dot} Dot {dot}</title><content type='html'>few birthdays forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;few days lost,&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;br /&gt;blank &lt;br /&gt;state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lonesome words&lt;br /&gt;isolated thoughts&lt;br /&gt;caged within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rising fury&lt;br /&gt;cracks in conscious&lt;br /&gt;cliff down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the phoenix awaits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-2685341755773043677?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/2685341755773043677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=2685341755773043677' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2685341755773043677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2685341755773043677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2010/01/dot-dot-dot.html' title='{dot} Dot {dot}'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-1270721299300852053</id><published>2009-12-08T01:41:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-08T02:04:16.688+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>Words Unheard</title><content type='html'>There used to be time when I was addicted to blogging, my day and night used to revovle around my blog. This space was my home; something I used to come back to which would always accept me with open arms. &lt;br /&gt;It would be a patient listener at times and at times the biggest source of my inspiration.It was there when the times were tough and also during the joyous times.&lt;br /&gt;It was the reason I got my first job which followed a string of other events. Some which were just dreams and came true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It been a while that i'v stopped coming here, its not just that I don't have time, It's just that sometimes your thoughts are so cluttered that even words can untangle them. They say that "&lt;em&gt;new beginings bring about new life&lt;/em&gt;", but sometimes it takes some time to set course into the new life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes we get so blinded by the brighness of the new life that we forget the old self and the old dreams. The dreams for which we had set our course for. The brightness tricks us into taking wrong turns and causes undue pain. And when the light finally fades is when we see the path clearly. The path we were destined to walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is nothing wrong is charting a new course but never forget the path to your dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S&lt;/strong&gt; - It feels great to be writing again &lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-1270721299300852053?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/1270721299300852053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=1270721299300852053' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/1270721299300852053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/1270721299300852053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2009/12/words-unheard.html' title='Words Unheard'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-6160189431524953661</id><published>2009-10-22T12:16:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-22T12:21:58.587+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><title type='text'>:P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SuAAG7OcWqI/AAAAAAAAATo/Dzf1Lj4kjjU/s1600-h/pic+2++copy+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SuAAG7OcWqI/AAAAAAAAATo/Dzf1Lj4kjjU/s400/pic+2++copy+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395312472567339682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats what I call my creative CV &lt;strong&gt;:P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I am currently looking for a Summer Internship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hire me !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-6160189431524953661?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SuAAG7OcWqI/AAAAAAAAATo/Dzf1Lj4kjjU/s72-c/pic+2++copy+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-1986485197830743571</id><published>2009-07-26T20:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:09:17.942+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Fantom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant thank you enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither can I forget the rest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;destiny says no Goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-1986485197830743571?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/1986485197830743571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/1986485197830743571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-fantom-i-cant-thank-you-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-977827001963130100</id><published>2009-07-17T17:28:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-17T17:32:06.440+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><title type='text'>"ME"</title><content type='html'>&lt;H4&gt;If it's a good idea, go ahead and do it.&lt;br /&gt;It is much easier to apologize than it is to get permission.&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;em&gt;Admiral Grace Hopper &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now thats what describes me the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-977827001963130100?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/977827001963130100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=977827001963130100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/977827001963130100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/977827001963130100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2009/07/me.html' title='&quot;ME&quot;'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-7742725147501339041</id><published>2009-06-26T21:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:51:04.359+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metallica'/><title type='text'>Metal again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;When life acts HARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you hit back harder...&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One - Metallica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-7742725147501339041?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/7742725147501339041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=7742725147501339041' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/7742725147501339041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/7742725147501339041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2009/06/metal-again.html' title='Metal again!'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-4186374996560476203</id><published>2009-06-12T19:10:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-20T07:06:32.771+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mg.'/><title type='text'>Literally on the ROAD!</title><content type='html'>I’v tasted the fruits and salads of my first pay cheque but today I got the real taste of my hard work. As a part my orientation program at my B-school, we underwent a Business Exercise where in we had to earn a minimum of Rs. 200 without spending even one rupee from your pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In groups of two we were told to go to Laxmi Chowk in Pune. After walking for some time we got a lift from Mr. Mahesh, who dropped us at our destination. At about 9.50 A.M “mission –getting a job” commenced.  After a few initial setbacks finally we landed up a job with Kohinoor Enterprise with Mr. Uday Sane who owed a Sports Shop with badminton products and also operated his business of moulded V.I.P chairs. He promised to pay us Rs. 200 for our services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our working hours only a few customer walked in and we showed them the sporting products telling them the details about the same. This gave us a lot of time to interact with Mr. Sane, he had set up this shop soon after completing his masters in management from Pune University in 92 on a bank loan and it took him ten years after that to make a profit. We were surprised to know that he was a World Federation Refree of Badminton. As he himself was fully engrossed into the sport it was easy for him to tap customers for such a limited product, by the virtue of one to one contact with potential customers and word of mouth publicity. His goodwill in the field of badminton also helped him in getting customers. One of the observations made was that he provided small services like mending of broken strings of the racket for free this helped him in retaining his customers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He supplied Victor and Yonex goods, which were imported from Taiwan, when asked about Indian manufacturers he said that due to lack of Branding their market share is less. We also offered him marketing solutions to keep up with the current times. As he had mentioned that he had an account of Facebook, we told him how he could reach his target audiences through Facebook. Making a page of his company, giving details about products and services being offered and new discounts and schemes . It all could reach out to many and all this would be free of cost.  We also talked about google ads and how he could use them in his business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1: 30, he was closing down for lunch and he handed us our money. It was a great experience interacting with him. As we headed for the market we realized that they all were closed for lunch or else the owner wasn’t around. Then we decided to make use of this time and did a few surveys of the footwear shops, we spoke to about 9 shops, the street told us that their average daily income ranges from 200-300 in the off season and about 500-600 in the peak seasons and there is no effects on his sales due to Recession. Whereas when we asked the same question to a Branded foot ware shop we were informed that they earned Rs. 12,000-10,000 daily and during the off season it was from 4,000-3,000 but the sales had decreased over the last couple of months as compared to last year same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to our final destination and this time an Auto gave us a lift that too he went out of his way and dropped us at our destination. And the driver Mr. Manoj Goswami was the perfect ending to the one of the best days I’v ever had.  Mr. Goswami have us a lift just because we spoke to him really well, in his own words “itne acche se bol rahe ho tou mai mana kaise kar sakta hu”,  then we started to talk with him and he weren’t prepared for the things we told us, he owns a dotcom called www.sb.com and is holds a certificate in interior designing, he had marketing experience of 10 years in an FMCG company and the only reason he drives an auto is that currently he wants to stay with his family in Pune and for him no job is big or small. He said his needs are less and this job provides him enough. &lt;br /&gt;This day will definitely proves that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE, ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS , DO IT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-4186374996560476203?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/4186374996560476203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=4186374996560476203' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/4186374996560476203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/4186374996560476203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2009/06/literally-on-road.html' title='Literally on the ROAD!'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-7455759020976659047</id><published>2009-06-04T19:32:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:57:58.745+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metallica'/><title type='text'>Starry eyes and the Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SifZ4CV3SII/AAAAAAAAATQ/GXtHq2eSEs8/s1600-h/metallica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SifZ4CV3SII/AAAAAAAAATQ/GXtHq2eSEs8/s320/metallica.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343479039622858882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am - on the road again&lt;br /&gt;There I am - up on the stage&lt;br /&gt;Here I go - playing star again&lt;br /&gt;There I go - turn the page&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When there is nothing else &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there is &lt;strong&gt;Metallica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I say Cricket is my first love, &lt;br /&gt;you guys come in a close second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a ton for being there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-7455759020976659047?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/7455759020976659047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=7455759020976659047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/7455759020976659047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/7455759020976659047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2009/06/starry-eyes-and-road.html' title='Starry eyes and the Road'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SifZ4CV3SII/AAAAAAAAATQ/GXtHq2eSEs8/s72-c/metallica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-6484963279917132325</id><published>2009-06-02T20:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:30:02.418+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'>I to I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I can't write anything, good anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;huh !! when have you even written anything good ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just write... that's it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, better get over yourself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU lazy creature!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And better Start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORKING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'v learnt a Lesson :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-6484963279917132325?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6484963279917132325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6484963279917132325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-to-i.html' title='I to I'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-1848153628919363886</id><published>2009-05-24T13:55:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-24T14:02:54.246+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;you wont feel a thing when those colors fade,&lt;br /&gt;the same words seem so lifeless,&lt;br /&gt;the charm goes away,&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;even the emptiness doesn't exist anymore...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your life seems like a painted wall... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you often say nothing...  &lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;which is actually true!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;...&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-1848153628919363886?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/1848153628919363886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=1848153628919363886' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/1848153628919363886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/1848153628919363886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-wont-feel-thing-when-those-colors.html' title=''/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-3130987713611625900</id><published>2009-05-22T20:35:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:43:12.812+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;... and I stand&lt;br /&gt;to light the fire,&lt;br /&gt;till it burns, inside of me.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt;- Can anyone throw light on the skills a Management student should acquire during his/her MBA program.&lt;br /&gt;Please mail me at &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;aditigupta02@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;its my pre-orientation assignment&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-3130987713611625900?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/3130987713611625900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=3130987713611625900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/3130987713611625900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/3130987713611625900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-i-stand-to-light-fire-till-it-burns.html' title=''/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-1878064397438407356</id><published>2009-04-10T01:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:30:35.613+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOL'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;...we sugar coat every bad situation with a lesson,&lt;br /&gt;what if there is no sugar in a situation.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the salt teaches us never to do it again!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo! I seem to get better at this, I just think about something and lines like these pop outta my head &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-1878064397438407356?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/1878064397438407356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=1878064397438407356' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/1878064397438407356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/1878064397438407356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-8367697356435061917</id><published>2009-03-20T20:27:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:33:57.994+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Management'/><title type='text'>It's ALL about Brand (Management)</title><content type='html'>Why I am writing this?&lt;br /&gt;Because in less than two months, il be officially a Management student,so I am just getting into the mode :P&lt;br /&gt;And there is a lotta hue and cry about facebook changing its layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's what I gotta SAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is one of the most popular social networking sites in the world (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and when I say world you can imagine the amount of users I am talking about&lt;/span&gt;). 'Google it' in our answer to what ever we don't know, 'Facebook it'  is ours, when we have to share stuff with people (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;photos,notes,messages etc&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Facobook's  status today stands only after Google when it comes to the online business, now that's a big thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The applications on facebook are all user generated and they are free, has anyone pondered the fact why people put these applications for free on facebook, which they themselves have generated?&lt;br /&gt;They don't get money outta it, its still Mark Zukerberg who makes all the cash.&lt;br /&gt;He makes money by putting Advertisements on the sidebars, yes the ones we click.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, facebook is free but we the users are the people who are instrumental in making it run, if there are no users, there would be no Ads hence no money for it to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a user driver site, the makers cash in on  the fact that peple spend hours facebooking, and when people are addicted to a product (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;), they can't change it without customer support . There is bound to be backlash. After all, we all feel connected to Facebook, its our mini-online home, isnt it!&lt;br /&gt;I am sure if there are changes in my room which I don't like ill surely protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The layout is one of the most important aspects of a website, playing with it, without a good amount of market research and customer feedback is absolute foolishness. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Something which wasn't expected outta Facebook&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month I got an opportunity to interview Mr. Kiran Khalap (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he heads Chlorophyll, the top most Brand Consultancy in the country&lt;/span&gt;) where he pointed out to me that today for a Company to be successful its very important that it sticks to its core values, because customers get attached to a brand and start relating to it. The word he used was OWNERSHIP, today customers own the brand. They are emotionally attached to it. &lt;br /&gt;Any change in the product is bound to cause an impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like with facebook, users own it, therefore no one has the right to disturb it.&lt;br /&gt;And if they do they will loose their customers big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, if they wont change the layout I am outta quit fb and a loota others like me will follow suit.&lt;br /&gt;Then how in the world will they make money, one golden rule "Never mess with your Customers",&lt;br /&gt;I hope something is done before it too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Old coke and New coke case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still got tons to write but a chapter on Bacterial amylase is calling me, the floor is open for a discussion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-8367697356435061917?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/8367697356435061917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=8367697356435061917' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/8367697356435061917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/8367697356435061917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-i-am-writing-this-because-in-less.html' title='It&apos;s ALL about Brand (Management)'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-6974597102751672765</id><published>2009-03-19T00:38:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:59:23.130+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOL'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;H3&gt;"When you want something, &lt;br /&gt;all the world conspires in helping you to achieve it"&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Paulo Coelho, Alchemist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite quotes ever, and I hate the fact that OSO copied it, Farah Khan should have been sued for it. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway it holds TRUE. &lt;br /&gt;So True &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S- &lt;/span&gt;Naah, I haven't had a break up infact I am not even hooked to have one :P&lt;br /&gt;All that what iv written below, is my way of expressing emotions, I am not that expressive when it comes to emotions in real life and words are the way I express them. So the quotes which I call FOL(s)- Facts Of Life are somethings which I have derived from situations I have faced, sometimes may be a song or a book. That's about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes that follow up post on '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;destiny&lt;/span&gt;' is gonna take some time, got my finals coming up and I need to get good grades else the B-School I managed to get through would kick me out :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am praying that they fix facebook, the new layout sucks :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-6974597102751672765?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/6974597102751672765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=6974597102751672765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6974597102751672765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6974597102751672765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-you-want-something-all-world.html' title=''/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-2433250811379289125</id><published>2009-03-14T02:19:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:27:52.908+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOL'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Some stories have a happy ending, &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;But every story leaves us with a Lesson.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aditi Gupta is currently Up-beat! &lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My facebook addiction is at its peak&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S-&lt;/span&gt; If u'v read my post on destiny below,I'v got the answers, it was all for the good. I'll be putting down the whole story in here soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-2433250811379289125?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/2433250811379289125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=2433250811379289125' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2433250811379289125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2433250811379289125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-stories-have-happy-ending-and-some.html' title=''/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-9060631106839759909</id><published>2009-03-04T23:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:41:03.606+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOL'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"it was the alcoholic heart all along"&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know,&lt;br /&gt;Just let it goooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-9060631106839759909?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/9060631106839759909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/9060631106839759909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-was-alcoholic-heart-all-along-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-7320119414395943380</id><published>2009-02-22T02:03:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:16:40.089+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Music!</title><content type='html'>Some songs have been there forever and u'v heard them before,&lt;br /&gt;you stumble upon them again and get hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qoW4LlOAR5I"&gt;Sacrifice&lt;/a&gt; - Elton John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHr22Lb7ZxA"&gt;Believe&lt;/a&gt; - Cher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHr22Lb7ZxA"&gt;It Must have been Love&lt;/a&gt; - OST Pretty Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme know about the songs you stumble upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt; - Currently I am in between certain events, once I am done ill let you know what I exactly meant. I always find lessons and reasons from events taking place in my place but from a few, I just couldn't find any so I blamed "Destiny".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-7320119414395943380?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/7320119414395943380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=7320119414395943380' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/7320119414395943380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/7320119414395943380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2009/02/music.html' title='Music!'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-419735639860478918</id><published>2009-02-15T01:42:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:55:51.151+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Destiny haa...&lt;br /&gt;I am a big fan of destiny, basically its my favorite word.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes some things happen whos reasons you can't find,&lt;br /&gt;Was it destiny that I spent the last few days in hell, &lt;br /&gt;Was it destiny that my hopes and dreams were fading away,&lt;br /&gt;Was it destiny that made be completely lifeless,&lt;br /&gt;Was it destiny that made me doubt myself and seem as a waste,&lt;br /&gt;I was completely blank and walked as a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;And now I get to know that it was all for nothing &lt;br /&gt;It is destiny that,&lt;br /&gt;What was happening wasn't right at the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess it's destiny which has given me a second shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who's responsible for all those days I spent not living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life can be a pain in the Ass, but its worth all the happy moments :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-419735639860478918?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/419735639860478918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=419735639860478918' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/419735639860478918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/419735639860478918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2009/02/destiny-haa.html' title=''/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-3120023380538873833</id><published>2009-02-12T13:07:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:35:26.287+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why does everything which you expect&lt;br /&gt;Never Happens &lt;br /&gt;And everything which you don't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Just Happen&lt;/span&gt;s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why are some things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;worth nothing&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;just Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why do they even happen&lt;br /&gt;if everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;Why does some things have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No Reason &lt;br /&gt;nor &lt;br /&gt;a Result&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway you gotta listen to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jason Mraz's I'm Yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to get over this song and him :P&lt;br /&gt;(its the Karaoke version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WP-d5QWzVvk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WP-d5QWzVvk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-3120023380538873833?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/3120023380538873833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=3120023380538873833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/3120023380538873833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/3120023380538873833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-everything-which-you-dont-expect.html' title=''/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-2283022451719931723</id><published>2009-02-06T22:04:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:09:52.658+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When things get Bad, I get Mad&lt;br /&gt;That's the only explanation,&lt;br /&gt;I can give for my acts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Let Me Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to FACE it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-2283022451719931723?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2283022451719931723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2283022451719931723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-things-get-bad-i-get-mad-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-7176395576425465018</id><published>2009-02-04T21:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:11:47.889+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Recession Talk</title><content type='html'>These days where ever you go, recession is the current flavor&lt;br /&gt;you put on the news,  job cuts is the news &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently more than one lakh jobs are been cut world wide per day&lt;br /&gt;now that's a staggering figure.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure we all are aware of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now lets try to find some light in these dark times called recession.&lt;br /&gt;One thing positive that I can find in these times is that people will no longer take the beaten track and will look for other alternatives and when a lot of people get down on new roads there will be progress. Amidst the current situations there are several avenues mushrooming which were never heard off, for example in the book Hot ,Flat and Crowded;  Thomas L. Friedman states that green technology is the answer and the benefits of it can only be realized now as cruel oil prizes are unaffordable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has lead people to take up unconventional roads and people are using their inherent talents to something outta it, I am sure not everybody would be knocking the door of a B-school any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;This is just one example, every situation has good and bad we just have to find good in this current one.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As for me, its the first time I am ever facing a situation where I cant find my way in life, all I want from my life is to live off a laptop and a bagpack and go to a work place wearing my all stars . Lemme know where I can do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-7176395576425465018?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/7176395576425465018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=7176395576425465018' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/7176395576425465018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/7176395576425465018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2009/02/recession-talk.html' title='The Recession Talk'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-1633979889040641046</id><published>2009-02-03T22:31:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:13:08.790+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snapshots'/><title type='text'>Aquarius!</title><content type='html'>Well finally the Birthday Spirit caught up with me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more than a birthday, it was more of a Beerday &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends crashed in with some and then my dad took me out for more. &lt;br /&gt;(though I didn't tell him my earlier ones) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SYh7I_TiE1I/AAAAAAAAARY/TJUiY0QUePw/s1600-h/S5003851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SYh7I_TiE1I/AAAAAAAAARY/TJUiY0QUePw/s320/S5003851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298620355963917138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can legally post them (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the perks of being 21&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday is over and I am 21!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;AQUARIUS&lt;/span&gt; - The Sweetheart ( Jan 20 - Feb 18)&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic and honest. Sweet personality. Very independent.&lt;br /&gt;Inventive and intelligent. Friendly and loyal. Can seem unemotional.&lt;br /&gt;Can be a bit rebellious. Very stubborn, but original and unique.&lt;br /&gt;Attractive on the inside and out. Eccentric personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am a typical Aquarius &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-1633979889040641046?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/1633979889040641046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=1633979889040641046' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/1633979889040641046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/1633979889040641046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-finally-birthday-spirit-caught-up.html' title='Aquarius!'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SYh7I_TiE1I/AAAAAAAAARY/TJUiY0QUePw/s72-c/S5003851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-2997708223846278921</id><published>2009-02-01T22:47:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:11:38.684+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm&lt;br /&gt;Well its my birthday tomorrow, the 21!&lt;br /&gt;iv never been high on birthdays,&lt;br /&gt;and things have been real bad lately &lt;br /&gt;im just not all happy n jumpie about it&lt;br /&gt;but people around me are &lt;br /&gt;they are (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;they so are&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;and I guess till tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;it will catch up with me too&lt;br /&gt;and this birthday &lt;br /&gt;just might be the thing to&lt;br /&gt;lift my spirits up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wont be having a big bash, ill just head to Candies for that awesome mud cake 'it can cure anything' and ill be counting down July 2 (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my half birthday&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; :P&lt;/span&gt; that's when its gonna be my big fat 21st party &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though ill turn 21 tomorrow, I wonder when will I start acting as one&lt;br /&gt;I hope that day comes soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw some &lt;a href="http://www.campusjunkie.com/ruia/storydetail.aspx?type=news&amp;id=1598"&gt;Wine&lt;/a&gt; for you. &lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-2997708223846278921?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2997708223846278921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2997708223846278921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmm-well-its-my-birthday-tomorrow-21-iv.html' title=''/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-4348192694348814273</id><published>2009-01-06T00:07:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:20:38.218+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><title type='text'>About me :P</title><content type='html'>This question always choked me, but off late I can write essays on the same &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care to read &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna turn 21 in less than a month (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;but that doesn't mean I behave like one, I was much matured and wiser at 14 than I am now&lt;/span&gt;), I am highly impatient and impulsive at time( &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I've done some stupid things owing to it&lt;/span&gt;). I cant stay, let alone stand at one place for long, I find it hard to hold my interest in things, but once I do; I get quickfixed to it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;. I am pretty social but at times I just like to keep to myself. I think a lot, so much that sometimes I just wonder that's wrong with me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5 feet, I practically have to strain my neck to look at tall people, but now I can say that I've lost all my baby fat and I can fit into my old cloths &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;, though it sometimes sucks when I have to pick my shoes from the kids section (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;size 4&lt;/span&gt;). I am not fussy about dressing, it takes me 5 minutes to get ready, a tee and shorts and I am off. Though I am obsessed with converse All Stars (call it my weakness). I don't put make-up not even a lip gloss (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;believe it&lt;/span&gt;) and I often forget to put a Deo too &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things I am quickfixed to are; Cricket, like 95% of Indian I worship the game (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I call it my first Love&lt;/span&gt;), though I play all racket games quite well, I only follow World Cup football and its Brazil for me till my last breath. I've not missed watching the last 3 Olympics, I used to run 400m once upon a time. I've practically grown up on the play ground. Coming back to Cricket I've been keeping records of all the games India plays since I was 9 or 10, I cried when India was knocked of in the 2007 WC and the T-20 victory was one of the my most memorable moments (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I can go on and on about Cricket, Later&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing, I donno how it came to me, it's one thing I am always gona stick too,I agree I am not the best but its one thing I am good at, blogging is another thing which I can't do without. Its an extension of me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books, I wish I could read all day, I plan to write my own one day ( &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and il coax u guys to buy it :P&lt;/span&gt; ) I've read a hundred of Hardy Boys ( &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Franklin W. Dixon Rocks&lt;/span&gt;), I can read anything ranging from Fiction to self help. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my book list is way too long&lt;/span&gt;) all I need is a good book and I can survive anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes Biology, (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am majoring in Life sciences&lt;/span&gt;) my quest for finding all the answers has come a long way, plus I love ecology (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ask me anything and I'l tell you more&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World affairs are something which I absolutely love to know (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;different cultures, different stuff&lt;/span&gt;)  and I plan to visit as many as my pay cheque can afford :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is one thing I can't do without, I consider myself as a Pop head but I love metal, basically whatever sounds good to me is Music to me. My favorite song is "Take me to your heart" - MLTR, my day starts with "Nothing else Matters" - Metallica.&lt;br /&gt;I cant sing nor can I play a guitar, but I can write some lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The social causes I support are adoption of kids and foster care and of course world peace ( &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am not going to sit around and just write about it, I will make a difference&lt;/span&gt;) and I hope I make this earth a peaceful place before my remains are mix with the soil and microbes get to nibble on them &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a few miscellaneous things, I absolutely hates Mobile phones (my mobile is on the vibrator since the past 6 months) and I never pick my phone and sometimes I reply to an SMS after a week. I always wear a wacky look on my face, my spces come in handy to hide it when and wherever required. My friend have endless names for me but I like to be called '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aditi&lt;/span&gt;'. i laugh a lot, so much that something my stomach sramps up. I currently have 2 jobs but I guess soon I am gonna loose them both &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is anybody listening ?? &lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;I love to dance and I specialize in the Jangli catagory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how can I forget my love for Extra terrestrial and everything super natural,I even want my guy to be like the half Alien, half human hybrid Max Evans in Roswell and Matt Dallas 'Kyle XY'&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; :P :P  &lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yes, I am silly&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;opps I better dose off, gona get up at 6 tomorrow, to be continued&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am just differnt from all the abnormal people around, normalcy is not a word in my dictionary :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-4348192694348814273?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/4348192694348814273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=4348192694348814273' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/4348192694348814273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/4348192694348814273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2009/01/about-me-p.html' title='About me :P'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-8848380919362755703</id><published>2009-01-03T23:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:09:38.237+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World events'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This time around I ain't feeling ''New Yeareee'', one of the years which I am completely clueless about. I've always been a person who always keeps tabs of things going around in the world; world politics and sports. But I just realized that I'd lost my grip of them the past year, I got way to involved with myself that at the end of the year I found myself not knowing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st January, a bomb went of in Guwahati,&lt;br /&gt;2nd Sri Lankan Army storms in against LTTE.&lt;br /&gt;The Middle East crisis intensifies,&lt;br /&gt;there is just no stop to the killing.&lt;br /&gt;Insurgency&lt;br /&gt;Terrorism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Next ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say my life sucks, well there are scores of people out in the world today who don't even have a chance to say this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-8848380919362755703?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/8848380919362755703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=8848380919362755703' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/8848380919362755703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/8848380919362755703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-time-around-i-aint-feeling-new.html' title=''/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-4752142438149508009</id><published>2008-12-30T15:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:18:40.608+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'>2008.......2009</title><content type='html'>The year 2008&lt;br /&gt;I'd had planned to get a job,&lt;br /&gt;now I got two &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achieved a lot,&lt;br /&gt;Read a lot,&lt;br /&gt;Gotta know a lot&lt;br /&gt;Had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;but kinda closed up entirely&lt;br /&gt;to others&lt;br /&gt;and opened up to a few&lt;br /&gt;stopped being my Social self&lt;br /&gt;become harsh and stupid&lt;br /&gt;thank god my friends&lt;br /&gt;stuck around &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eased up on aloota things&lt;br /&gt;picked up a few bad habits&lt;br /&gt;no more rules&lt;br /&gt;was the flavor this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But finally&lt;br /&gt;this phase is past me&lt;br /&gt;and I am going back&lt;br /&gt;to my social self.&lt;br /&gt;But gotta stick&lt;br /&gt;to a few of those habits&lt;br /&gt;keeps me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No resolution&lt;br /&gt;No predictions&lt;br /&gt;for the next&lt;br /&gt;I hope it turns out&lt;br /&gt;with me still writing&lt;br /&gt;for 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-4752142438149508009?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/4752142438149508009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=4752142438149508009' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/4752142438149508009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/4752142438149508009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/12/20082009.html' title='2008.......2009'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-6828027023088602161</id><published>2008-12-29T10:26:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:30:05.380+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOL'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;H1&gt;Sometimes to keep yourself sane,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to do a few things insane.&lt;/H1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-6828027023088602161?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6828027023088602161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6828027023088602161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-to-keep-yourself-sane-you.html' title=''/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-2111797591733071811</id><published>2008-12-22T23:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:41:48.942+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my work'/><title type='text'>MANTRA is Out :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SU_XAuiIXOI/AAAAAAAAAQc/NEeRxN-uZ0c/s1600-h/FRONT+PAGE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SU_XAuiIXOI/AAAAAAAAAQc/NEeRxN-uZ0c/s320/FRONT+PAGE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282677295420038370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the official fest Mag - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MANTRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editors - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aditi Gupta and Alish&lt;/span&gt;a Iyer&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first ever magazine which I officially edited (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;well designed and bought in a sponsor to print it too&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was put together in one night from 8 pm to 8 am. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt;- I am currently unemployed &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to see the entire mag, I can mail it&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-2111797591733071811?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/2111797591733071811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=2111797591733071811' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2111797591733071811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2111797591733071811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/12/mantra-is-out-d.html' title='MANTRA is Out :D'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SU_XAuiIXOI/AAAAAAAAAQc/NEeRxN-uZ0c/s72-c/FRONT+PAGE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-822546141873022444</id><published>2008-12-17T22:57:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:09:23.294+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MEMORIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>\m/</title><content type='html'>&lt;H2&gt;Metal&lt;/H2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;n &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H1&gt;MERRY&lt;/H1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SUk4VpI-4eI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SLsLMR22JwE/s1600-h/S5003376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SUk4VpI-4eI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SLsLMR22JwE/s400/S5003376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280813982540554722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Necrosis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SUk7uWZNBrI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9fEsQNpLaXA/s1600-h/S5003394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SUk7uWZNBrI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9fEsQNpLaXA/s320/S5003394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280817705539929778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Anirudh the lead vocalist, I gotta pose with him.&lt;br /&gt;I love him :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SUk9QVKazRI/AAAAAAAAAP8/4zqTa-0i2IA/s1600-h/S5003392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SUk9QVKazRI/AAAAAAAAAP8/4zqTa-0i2IA/s320/S5003392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280819388836662546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Bhojpuri (Shreyas) and Alisha (Boxer) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SUk_RLVaQFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2I_cWHivOTs/s1600-h/S5003396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SUk_RLVaQFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2I_cWHivOTs/s320/S5003396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280821602401534034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alisha seems high lolz, and Shreyas is getting his ass kicked inside the mosh pit&lt;br /&gt;btw Ali, I got my Revenge and this pic is gonna stay lolzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SUlBNkUDYqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/U-AwvqyD694/s1600-h/S5003385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SUlBNkUDYqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/U-AwvqyD694/s320/S5003385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280823739410506402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys rock so do I :P&lt;br /&gt;and I am the bestestesest :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SUlCt-SWwKI/AAAAAAAAAQU/BvtQw7ZwC6o/s1600-h/S5003401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SUlCt-SWwKI/AAAAAAAAAQU/BvtQw7ZwC6o/s320/S5003401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280825395650150562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my shoes tooo :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts and my neck, I just hope I make it till tomorrow, its Terracotta (Ravi Iyer's new)and Cirkles playing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-822546141873022444?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/822546141873022444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=822546141873022444' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/822546141873022444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/822546141873022444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/12/m.html' title='\m/'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SUk4VpI-4eI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SLsLMR22JwE/s72-c/S5003376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-8425295321904759726</id><published>2008-12-16T16:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:55:54.664+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Fame - Citizen Cope</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YVWfGIbkD1g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YVWfGIbkD1g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is stuck in my head since the past 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to it and lemme know it's just me or you got addicted too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Fame-lyrics-Citizen-Cope/D801AE7BD7F225C648256F5D0006CD87"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-8425295321904759726?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/8425295321904759726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=8425295321904759726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/8425295321904759726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/8425295321904759726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/12/fame-citizen-cope.html' title='Fame - Citizen Cope'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-6598934355550684025</id><published>2008-12-10T23:02:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:38:12.349+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well this morning i was half asleep when my mom announced reading the headlines from the newspaper that troops have been deployed along the borders and personals  have been recalled. It transported to a time about 9 years back. I was in 5th or 6th standard then and the memories of that time are still fresh in my mind. Kargil war somewhere shaped me and has had a big impact on me. I guess I grew up too fast then.I still remember I was at my grandparents place back in Punjab and my dad was to join us in a few days but he was recalled, it was official India was going on a war, a war which was never expected, it was shortly after the peace bus service with Pakistan.it soon began, fighter jets taking off early morning, my house been painted in camouflage, dads squadron deployed, the black outs of an entire station the late night threats and dad rushing out in a few seconds i still remember i couldn't sleep the entire night he was out. uncles telling stories of their air assaults . I watched things on television and all did was wonder WHY. there was heavy causality both sides and i still remember a letter of a Pakistani soldier' wife telling him about his daughter.at the end of the day we all are humans and in a war we kill other human being. there were moments where i couldn't find any logical reason behind the war. why fight over the mistakes our ancestors have made. why kill for a piece of land. is loosing scores of lives for a piece of land worth it . well the patriot in me says yes, i lie my life to defend my land. and there are no buts. i tired getting this fact outta my mind and disconnect my self saying its just a piece of land. but its not just a piece of land its my land. i wish i had a way to stop all the blood shed but unfortunately i don't. and i don't know when its going to end. all i can do is do everything in my power to stop it. back then i was 11 now i am 20, the word war still leaves jitters down my spine i don't want the nightmares to come back. i still ask why all this what is the purpose behind it all, what is anybody gotta get outta it. who is accountable for all the lives.Here i am still searching for answers, but in between there is one thing i am sure of NO WAR, i'l do what even it takes in my power but i wont let us go on a war again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - If you have read this, hmmm I dono what to say to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-6598934355550684025?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6598934355550684025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6598934355550684025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-this-morning-i-was-half-asleep.html' title=''/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-575097927219487496</id><published>2008-11-27T16:00:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:14:56.159+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love&lt;br /&gt;Hate&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Happiness&lt;br /&gt;Gloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some these would never be,&lt;br /&gt;We often chase after them,&lt;br /&gt;But in a second &lt;br /&gt;we loose them ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more Coffee&lt;br /&gt;No more laughter&lt;br /&gt;Just&lt;br /&gt;No more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leopard Cafe marks a lotta fond memories for me,&lt;br /&gt;I wrote those lines there&lt;br /&gt;which I posted on the 16th &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone spray bullets like this&lt;br /&gt;No one has the right on my life &lt;br /&gt;In the moment of numbness&lt;br /&gt;I find myself helpless &lt;br /&gt;and tied .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;As my dear friend says,&lt;br /&gt;These things will happen&lt;br /&gt;you cant stop them&lt;br /&gt;all you can do is&lt;br /&gt;control them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "its time to unite".&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-575097927219487496?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-5232570015721602744</id><published>2008-11-24T18:31:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:34:47.260+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Guilt is colored GREY&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you give, &lt;br /&gt;is what YOU get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Karm karo, fal ki isscha mat karo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Zeewan ke rah par chalte chalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-5232570015721602744?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/5232570015721602744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=5232570015721602744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/5232570015721602744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/5232570015721602744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/11/guilt-is-colored-grey-what-you-give-is.html' title=''/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-5258205602131678722</id><published>2008-11-21T21:37:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:42:45.933+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If Only &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had faith,&lt;br /&gt;If only I could go back, &lt;br /&gt;If only I was wiser,&lt;br /&gt;If only it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost what was mine,&lt;br /&gt;and I blame myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again a loner&lt;br /&gt;this time with a &lt;br /&gt;bunch of caretakers &lt;br /&gt;I walk with faith &lt;br /&gt;and desire &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faith is faith in Oneself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-5258205602131678722?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/5258205602131678722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/5258205602131678722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-only-if-only-i-had-faith-if-only-i.html' title=''/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-2191109945546623464</id><published>2008-11-18T20:46:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:59:26.613+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>DOSTANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bollywood-stars.net/images/dostana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 308px;" src="http://www.bollywood-stars.net/images/dostana.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one heck of a laughter ride, your stomach is surely gonna hurt&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my friends out for it with my second pay Cheque &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-2191109945546623464?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2191109945546623464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2191109945546623464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/11/dostana.html' title='DOSTANA'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-6904846121115520248</id><published>2008-11-18T00:12:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:45:39.202+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SSHCdRhUC-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/Cyzh5G2jpPI/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SSHCdRhUC-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/Cyzh5G2jpPI/s400/image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269706847175314402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pitcher looks empty&lt;br /&gt;no wonder I can&lt;br /&gt;find poetry in the&lt;br /&gt;curves of a roof top&lt;br /&gt;staring aimlessly&lt;br /&gt;at the face in white .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a dreamland&lt;br /&gt;But those dreams&lt;br /&gt;never find a reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will always exist as&lt;br /&gt;illusions and soon would be&lt;br /&gt;forgotten under the tides of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you make them&lt;br /&gt;Real when sober&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something called as &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"True Lies"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16/11/2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-6904846121115520248?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6904846121115520248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6904846121115520248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/11/bticher-looks-empty-no-wonder-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SSHCdRhUC-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/Cyzh5G2jpPI/s72-c/image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-6922758231034352077</id><published>2008-11-11T13:12:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:09:10.428+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Obama Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SRk3-StWH4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/iTPQtnFnN-o/s1600-h/obama1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SRk3-StWH4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/iTPQtnFnN-o/s320/obama1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267302782499954562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;"Our lives may be singular, but our destiny is the same"&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://www.campusjunkie.com/ruia/storydetail.aspx?type=news&amp;id=733"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Obama-Mania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on CJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S-&lt;/span&gt; I am currently doing a report on the role of media in the Obama Campaign, so if you have any stuff, article or opinions about it, kindly leave a comment or mail me at aditigupta02@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oppss guys Iv corrected my Email ID now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-6922758231034352077?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/6922758231034352077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=6922758231034352077' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6922758231034352077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6922758231034352077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-lives-may-be-singular-but-our.html' title='Obama Obama'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SRk3-StWH4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/iTPQtnFnN-o/s72-c/obama1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-2436860978832135988</id><published>2008-11-10T20:48:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:12:46.819+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MEMORIES'/><title type='text'>Jaane Kyuuuuuuuuuuuuu :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0wpI2l4pLC0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0wpI2l4pLC0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes for Boxer and Bhojpuri &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were both right, I get it NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I admit I'm dumb &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt; - Don't kill me for this, their real names are Alisha and Shreyas &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-2436860978832135988?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2436860978832135988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2436860978832135988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/11/jaane-kyu.html' title='Jaane Kyuuuuuuuuuuuuu :)'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-8440479090663347847</id><published>2008-11-01T17:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:13:31.671+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><title type='text'>Wondering...</title><content type='html'>Well&lt;br /&gt; I was just wondering,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;H1&gt;Why am I read&lt;/H1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I write all I do is send a series of codes out,&lt;br /&gt;with the hope; they would be decoded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;br /&gt;Please lemme know &lt;br /&gt;why do you read that I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brick and eggs are most welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-8440479090663347847?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/8440479090663347847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=8440479090663347847' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/8440479090663347847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/8440479090663347847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/11/wondering.html' title='Wondering...'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-126536490026401944</id><published>2008-11-01T16:51:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:05:48.369+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CJ'/><title type='text'>Vote!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.democratandchronicle.com/blogs/chili/uploaded_images/vote-769378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 504px; height: 366px;" src="http://www.democratandchronicle.com/blogs/chili/uploaded_images/vote-769378.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Registering to vote means the difference between helping to change or letting the opportunity pass you by. It's the difference between having a voice or watching silently as others make decisions that affect your life and your future&lt;/span&gt;" - Michelle Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read some stuff I wrote on CJ if you need more reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.campusjunkie.com/storydetail.aspx?type=opinions&amp;id=289"&gt;Stand Up and VOTE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.campusjunkie.com/storydetail.aspx?type=opinions&amp;id=646"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbish Regionalism &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a voters ID register at &lt;a href="http://www.jaagore.com"&gt;www.jaagore.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-126536490026401944?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/126536490026401944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/126536490026401944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/11/vote.html' title='Vote!'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-6656063433342754359</id><published>2008-11-01T16:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:16:39.698+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The winds are blowing, &lt;br /&gt;in the same direction.&lt;br /&gt;The storm is again raging,&lt;br /&gt;the fury of the past was buried, &lt;br /&gt;but this time the levees, &lt;br /&gt;were broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence was the hiding,&lt;br /&gt;engulfing sorrow and pain.&lt;br /&gt;It looked all too familiar, &lt;br /&gt;like a long lost memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that moment,&lt;br /&gt;the end is wanted.&lt;br /&gt;But edges save you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fall would give, &lt;br /&gt;freedom to misery,&lt;br /&gt;and flight to solace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parched and wounded,&lt;br /&gt;illusions soon gather &lt;br /&gt;the storm passes by &lt;br /&gt;from dusk to dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then two angles walk in &lt;br /&gt;song and dance follows&lt;br /&gt;And all your left with is &lt;br /&gt;these words of sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Great Stories, Come out of Great tragedies'&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-6656063433342754359?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6656063433342754359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6656063433342754359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/11/winds-are-blowing-in-same-direction.html' title=''/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-6607342642778265019</id><published>2008-10-27T12:53:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:34:27.913+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Public Again!!!</title><content type='html'>I never though my absence would matter or even be noticed, feels nice that it does &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please don’t expect me to be regular and any sanity around here cuaz  Iv  kinda lost it these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Some recommended reads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;‘&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/span&gt;’ – Khalid Husseini &lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;one of it kind master piece, shows what Irony is made of&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;If u’v read it then try his next ‘&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A thousand Splendid Suns&lt;/span&gt;’, all I’l say about it is after a lota cuts and bruises, a happy ending doesn’t hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Freakonomic&lt;/span&gt; by Durban and Levitt – an interesting read breaks the molds of conventional economics; the blog is on my blogroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Of Course I love You&lt;/span&gt; by Durjoy and Maanvi, Durjoy is a fellow blogger, his blog &lt;a href="http://www.ass-pyre.blogspot.com"&gt;ass-pyre&lt;/a&gt;. His blog inspired him to write the book and makes me believe that one day ill be out with my book too &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;On my playlist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;New Shoes&lt;/span&gt;- Poulo Nutini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So What&lt;/span&gt; – Pink &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Unforgiven-III&lt;/span&gt; – Metallica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The day that never comes &lt;/span&gt; - Metallica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’m yours&lt;/span&gt; – Jason Marz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Have a great Diwali &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do your bit for the environment, please don’t use fireworks (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;some reasons for the same are; 60% of the workers in the fireworks industry are under 14 they are made to work in hazardous conditions with very little pay,  the sound pollution is a nuisance for senior citizens, small kids and pets among others&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;Indulge yourself in a bucket full of Baskin and Robin’s Bavarian Chocolate ice cream or go grab a beer ever better give some money to a charity.&lt;br /&gt;Well I am doing all three. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-6607342642778265019?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/6607342642778265019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=6607342642778265019' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6607342642778265019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6607342642778265019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/10/public-again.html' title='Public Again!!!'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-4312429591931048361</id><published>2008-10-24T22:49:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:57:34.843+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Ali's 20!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SQIFcnl-v_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/14g27IKHW-8/s1600-h/DSC00221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SQIFcnl-v_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/14g27IKHW-8/s400/DSC00221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260773303944921074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me and Alisha &lt;br /&gt;caught in our moment :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the twenties gal :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleeeehhhhhh !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;BUB will come true :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-4312429591931048361?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/4312429591931048361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/4312429591931048361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/10/alis-20.html' title='Ali&apos;s 20!'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SQIFcnl-v_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/14g27IKHW-8/s72-c/DSC00221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-6154818592721084295</id><published>2008-10-23T22:08:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:33:51.305+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>i love tags :D</title><content type='html'>Well PJ tagged me, I just couldn't resist doing this tag :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1.If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I won't leave him :x:X, I'l surely take revenge muhhaha&lt;br /&gt;I'd cast an evil spell on him &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managing an IPL team '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that would be something if it even came true&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, Anshul's because he cannot keep anything to himself and has to tell everyone, everything. Unfortunately I cant do the honors cause he is currently hiding in Bhopal &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Why do you blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am on a extended vacation to find the reason to this &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well both my best friends are already in it, I got no intentions of making it a triangle &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. Which is more blessed: loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get all this love-shuv &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm &lt;br /&gt;next question &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is attached, what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move to the next one &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. If you could root for one social cause, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 most imp on my long list  &lt;br /&gt;Adoption and Foster care &lt;br /&gt;Tolerance and Communal harmony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. What takes you down the fastest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm Lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11. What resurrects you the fastest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big laugh &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12. What’s your fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needles 'I got permission for a tattoo but I am delaying it cause I get nightmares'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJ...the one who woke me up from from deep sleep after this tag I am again dosing off yawnnn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd preferred to be not so rich and happily married &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;15. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep some more &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously who will you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one with better shoes, specs and the one with better brains &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;17. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on your definition of ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget someone no matter how horrible a thing he has done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER, well my memory sucks so ill probably forget but ill never forgive till I remember it&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;19. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd prefer to be single till I get the wrong one &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P :P :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;20. Tag 6 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ever wants to take it up, the floor is open :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-6154818592721084295?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/6154818592721084295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=6154818592721084295' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6154818592721084295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6154818592721084295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-tags-d.html' title='i love tags :D'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-6325384416608254381</id><published>2008-09-22T15:29:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:03:07.415+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sabbatical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Content, confused, isolated, vulnerable, cold, happy, satisfaction, guilt, madness, randomness, excitement, humiliation, jubilation, insanity, craziness, silence, complacency, exhaustion, tiredness, boredom, ecstatic, frustration, scared, angry, anxious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; yes I think alot &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I need to stop thinking,&lt;br /&gt;for that,&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been almost a year since I'v been on rambling on this blog &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; writing about anything and everything. In this time iv read some amazing posts (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;read the pierced section&lt;/span&gt;) which have actually made a difference to my life. Now I see things in a different light. And in this journey iv also made some friends whom I absolutely adore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some where down the line iv lost the purpose of writing (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I have no answer to "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why I blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"). Now its become a mere routine for me and maybe more of an addiction. Writing was always a pleasurable thing which I enjoyed but now it has become some kinda burden. &lt;br /&gt;I want to enjoy it again for that I guess I need to take some time off.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt;- I am not sad or anything, on the contrary I am happy (really happy) which is somewhat an unfamiliar thing (may be the reason behind lack of inspiration) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; plus gotta a few things up my sleeves which need urgent attention.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you guys and gals when I come back, till then IL be dropping by your blogs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chowmein 'I can't stop making jokes'  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-6325384416608254381?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6325384416608254381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6325384416608254381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/09/sabbatical.html' title='Sabbatical'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-980224815052925491</id><published>2008-09-19T21:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:57:48.175+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MEMORIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CJ'/><title type='text'>Excitement !!!</title><content type='html'>I am really not high on Emotions and stuff, the last time I was excited was probably when India won the T20. &lt;br /&gt;But today I am jumping all over the place,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Reason&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SNPuxMDPeWI/AAAAAAAAALo/GbvBv_uUm-M/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SNPuxMDPeWI/AAAAAAAAALo/GbvBv_uUm-M/s320/Image038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247800519632583010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name reads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aditi Gupta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Core Writer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campusjunkie &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaap!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'v got my Visiting cards &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year back I never though that il actually, be paid to write, I need to thank you all who've been commenting on my crappy posts &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words really meant a lot &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys and gals so soooo much &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P :P :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt; - If you bump into me, I am so gonna give you my card &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; and if you don't take it, il have to give it forcefully (I got biceps)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; :P :P :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-980224815052925491?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/980224815052925491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=980224815052925491' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/980224815052925491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/980224815052925491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/09/excitement.html' title='Excitement !!!'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SNPuxMDPeWI/AAAAAAAAALo/GbvBv_uUm-M/s72-c/Image038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-2232911468817322914</id><published>2008-09-18T21:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:54:08.639+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Kabhi Kabhi Aditi :D</title><content type='html'>Singing it for myself &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi kabhi aditi zindagi mein yuhi koi apna lagta hai,&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi kabhi aditi wo bichad jaaye to ek sapna lagta hai,&lt;br /&gt;Aise mein koi kaise apne aasuon ko behne se roke?&lt;br /&gt;Aur kaise koi soch le everything’s gonna be ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi kabhi to lage zindagi mein rahi naa khushi aur naa mazaa,&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi kabhi to lage har din mushkil aur har pal ek sazaa,&lt;br /&gt;Aise mein koi kaise muskuraye, kaise hass de khush hoke?&lt;br /&gt;Aur kaise koi soch le everything gonna be ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soch zara jaane jaa tujhko hum kitna chahte hai,&lt;br /&gt;Rote hai hum bhi agar teri aankhon mein aasu aate hai,&lt;br /&gt;Gaana to aata nahi hai magar phir bhi hum gaate hai,&lt;br /&gt;Ki aditi maan kabhi , kabhi saare jahan mein andhera hota hai,&lt;br /&gt;Lekin raat ke baad hi to savera hota hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi kabhi aditi zindagi mein yuhi koi apna lagta hai,&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi kabhi aditi wo bichad jaaye to ek sapna lagta hai,&lt;br /&gt;Hey aditi hass de, hass de, hass de, hass de, hass de, hass de tu zara,&lt;br /&gt;Nahi to bass thoda thoda thoda thoda thoda thoda muskura..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu khush hai to lage ki jahan mein chayee hai khushi,&lt;br /&gt;Sooraj nikle badlon se,aur baaten zindagi,&lt;br /&gt;Sun to zara madhosh hawa tujhse kehne lagi,&lt;br /&gt;Ki aditi wo jo bichadte hai ek naa ek din phir mil jaate,&lt;br /&gt;Aditi, jaane tu ya jaane naa phool phir khil jaate hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi kabhi aditi zindagi mein yuhi koi apna lagta hai,&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi kabhi aditi wo bichad jaaye to ek sapna lagta hai,&lt;br /&gt;Hey aditi hass de, hass de, hass de, hass de, hass de, hass de tu zara,&lt;br /&gt;Nahi to bass thoda thoda thoda thoda thoda thoda muskura..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey aditi hass de, hass de, hass de, hass de, hass de, hass de tu zara,&lt;br /&gt;Nahi to bass thoda thoda thoda thoda thoda thoda muskura..&lt;br /&gt;Hey aditi hass de, hass de, hass de, hass de, hass de, hass de tu zara,&lt;br /&gt;Nahi to bass thoda thoda thoda thoda thoda thoda muskura..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey aditi hass de, hass de, hass de, hass de, hass de, hass de tu zara,&lt;br /&gt;Nahi to bass thoda thoda thoda thoda thoda thoda muskura..&lt;br /&gt;Hey aditi hass de, hass de, hass de, hass de, hass de, hass de tu zara,&lt;br /&gt;Nahi to bass thoda thoda thoda thoda thoda thoda muskura..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-2232911468817322914?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2232911468817322914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2232911468817322914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/09/kabhi-kabhi-aditi-d.html' title='Kabhi Kabhi Aditi :D'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-2493149469689613243</id><published>2008-09-11T20:13:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:42:39.411+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOL'/><title type='text'>CHANGE</title><content type='html'>The word change is doing a lotta rounds these days because of Obama's campaign &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Change &lt;/H3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H2&gt;People change, situations and positions change them,&lt;br /&gt;Its a fact and needs to be accepted.&lt;br /&gt;I have changed too,&lt;br /&gt;I am not the person I used to be anymore.&lt;/H2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no more a Social animal &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'v become a highly territorial being &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't blame others,&lt;br /&gt;cuaz I don't blame myself for the change&lt;br /&gt;it happened, it just did.&lt;br /&gt;Now, things need to be accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we can learn from '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Change&lt;/span&gt;'is to &lt;h3&gt;move on&lt;/h3&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end, I'm posting this quote which I find really amusing &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;People don't change, they become more of themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-2493149469689613243?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/2493149469689613243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=2493149469689613243' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2493149469689613243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2493149469689613243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/09/change.html' title='CHANGE'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-5009069456128689603</id><published>2008-09-04T20:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:09:29.666+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Rock On !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.masala.com/images/tmp/full/rockhit_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.masala.com/images/tmp/full/rockhit_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie wasn't up to my expectations, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could have been much better (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; v'v seem the same stuff in Hollywood flicks&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Bollywood has broken some new ground by making it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purab Kohli was my pick ouuta the 4 guys, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some shades of his character &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay if you give it a Miss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-5009069456128689603?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/5009069456128689603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=5009069456128689603' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/5009069456128689603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/5009069456128689603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/09/rock-on.html' title='Rock On !!!'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-8511238848248215264</id><published>2008-09-04T20:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:10:31.917+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;Somethings in Life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just, suck the air ouuta you.&lt;br /&gt;You gasp for a breath,&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;you cant even move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things just stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loose your mind,&lt;br /&gt;and the sense of rational thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God,&lt;br /&gt;it was a nightmare &lt;br /&gt;And is Over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-8511238848248215264?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/8511238848248215264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/8511238848248215264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/09/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-6689134857089266934</id><published>2008-09-01T00:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:15:02.744+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'>' The'  vicious cycle :P</title><content type='html'>I read these lines a few weeks back somewhere, &lt;br /&gt;And I dunno why, but I just cant stop laughing at them. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H2&gt;You break some hearts,&lt;br /&gt;Some break yours.&lt;/H2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Life it is,&lt;br /&gt;a Vicious cycle :P &lt;/H3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ROTFL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-6689134857089266934?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/6689134857089266934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=6689134857089266934' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6689134857089266934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6689134857089266934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/08/vicious-cycle-p.html' title='&apos; The&apos;  vicious cycle :P'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-7526116964476226941</id><published>2008-08-26T17:30:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:12:35.076+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Tag 'I'</title><content type='html'>Tagged by n i t i n &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am:&lt;/span&gt; Aditi Gupta &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I think:&lt;/span&gt; Poverty and illiteracy are the two main reasons for xenophobia and hatred all across the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I know:&lt;/span&gt; Human being have 23 sets of chromosomes &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In fact the literal meaning of human beings is 23 sets of chromosomes, something which is common to all of us&lt;/span&gt;'    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I want:&lt;/span&gt; A shining new pair of Roller skates &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have:&lt;/span&gt; 7 projects lined up &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I wish:&lt;/span&gt; that Words come back to me soon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I hate:&lt;/span&gt; Celebrity fixation &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I miss:&lt;/span&gt; AFGJI (my Delhi school) and School Bus (Route no. 8 ) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I fear:&lt;/span&gt; Needles (I am highly Belenophobic) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I hear: &lt;/span&gt; Music :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I smell:&lt;/span&gt; Petrol :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I crave:&lt;/span&gt; Chocolates 'being a big time chocoholic' and Hokey Pokey's  Brownie and Vanilla mix Ice Cream &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I search:&lt;/span&gt; Currently searching for information on Alzheimer '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gotta presentation tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I wonder: &lt;/span&gt; If ever people would stop killing in the name of religion and community &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:( :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I regret: &lt;/span&gt; Nothing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love:&lt;/span&gt; Converse shoes &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I ache: &lt;/span&gt; for High green converse '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;they don't  make them in size 4&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I was not:&lt;/span&gt; expecting to get what I got recently &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am not:&lt;/span&gt; plastic &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I cry:&lt;/span&gt; when I am really really hurt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I believe:&lt;/span&gt; in leaning from mistakes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I dance:&lt;/span&gt; like a Jangali &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I sing:&lt;/span&gt; worst than a Crow &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I read:&lt;/span&gt; one book per week&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I don’t always: &lt;/span&gt; do the right thing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I fight:&lt;/span&gt; sometimes &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I write&lt;/span&gt;: what ever comes to my mind &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I win:&lt;/span&gt; bets &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I lose:&lt;/span&gt; interest in things quite fast &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I never:&lt;/span&gt; give undue importance to anyone&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; :P :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I always:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cheers for the Indian Cricket team and Man U  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I confuse: &lt;/span&gt; my folks &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I listen:&lt;/span&gt; to my ipod &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I can usually be found:&lt;/span&gt; at Vishnu's having Coffee &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am scared:&lt;/span&gt; again needles &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I need:&lt;/span&gt; high levels of concentration &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am happy: &lt;/span&gt; when I know I did the right thing, the thing which I wanted to do, even if it was wrong &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I imagine:&lt;/span&gt; myself to be standing on the sidelines of history when India wins the next Cricket World cup &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Tag:&lt;/span&gt; anybody who wants to take it up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-7526116964476226941?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/7526116964476226941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=7526116964476226941' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/7526116964476226941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/7526116964476226941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/08/tag-i.html' title='Tag &apos;I&apos;'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-2047059424410226323</id><published>2008-08-15T20:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:02:46.651+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Thnks Fr Th Mmrs - Fall Out Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/95wgKdSJGDo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/95wgKdSJGDo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punk Rock at its best &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been addicted to it since a long time, &lt;br /&gt;makes my '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In my Head&lt;/span&gt;' playlist &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thanks for the memories,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories, &lt;br /&gt;even though they weren't so great&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/thanks-for-the-memories-lyrics-fall-out-boy.html"&gt;Lyrics &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-2047059424410226323?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-725823080150577315</id><published>2008-08-10T19:42:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:15:33.986+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'>Indulgence :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SJ8GsTSI0RI/AAAAAAAAAKw/eiYctZveONw/s1600-h/S5002607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SJ8GsTSI0RI/AAAAAAAAAKw/eiYctZveONw/s400/S5002607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232908650188165394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed side,&lt;br /&gt;with my '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to-read&lt;/span&gt;' book pile n my Ipod &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Books&lt;/h3&gt; &amp; &lt;h3&gt;Music&lt;/h3&gt; come 2nd and 3rd on my Love list&lt;br /&gt;first being &lt;h4&gt;Cricket&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-725823080150577315?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/725823080150577315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=725823080150577315' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/725823080150577315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/725823080150577315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/08/indulgence-d.html' title='Indulgence :D'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SJ8GsTSI0RI/AAAAAAAAAKw/eiYctZveONw/s72-c/S5002607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-2093275714685702062</id><published>2008-08-03T18:13:00.025+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:28:02.771+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Guest Blogger : Alok</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SJXTV0-jF6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XZxoy8z0cfw/s1600-h/clip_image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SJXTV0-jF6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XZxoy8z0cfw/s320/clip_image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230318914212403106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name evokes a wide range of responses:&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Huh&lt;/span&gt;?”&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Noise&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Metallica is God&lt;/span&gt;!”&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The best Metal band&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Satanic&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Innovators of Thrash Metal&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sellouts&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Not even close to Megadeth&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Metallica is dead&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hell Yeah&lt;/span&gt;!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that does not even ruffle a hair up James Hetfield’s... nose. Not even a bit. Nor does the rest of Metallica care about what you or anybody else has to say about what they do. That is the spirit behind Metallica’s music. They don’t make music to please your ears and make you dance happily. They make music that shares their own expression, that lives their spirit. They make music they want to make. If you can associate, they’re happy to share. If you cannot, you can as well go please yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If at this point you’re wondering, “What is Metallica?”, or, “Ah, Metallica! Those guys that play I Disappear”, the rest of the post isn’t for you. You’d probably be interested in the Wikipedia page for Metallica or maybe hearing a few of their albums. Search for them through your internet connection. Or ask a friend having one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal here is not to discuss Metallica, their make-outs, their break-ups or who they’re having sex with. My goal here is to recount an experience, a journey through Metallica’s music. To describe what their music makes me go through. If you’ve been through such a ride, hop in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first encounter with Metallica’s music would be “Nothing Else Matters”. Hearing that song being played on a nearby computer, I found myself wandering along a path inside my own self, through a journey of deep emotion: Sincerity and earnest longing in the simple E minor arpeggio the song begins with, pain and suffering in the chorus and refrain, the intense peak in the guitar solo, acceptance and withdrawal in the end. Few songs I had heard before could make me feel that way. . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be some time before I would experience the complete Metallica. I didn’t have a computer of my own, and hardly any access to music, let alone Metallica. During the summer, from the random stuff I’d collected from people, I found another gem: “Stairway to Heaven” by Led Zeppelin, which remains to be the best song I’ve ever heard. Through it I arrived on the album “100 Greatest Guitar Solos”. Hence began my journey into the deep and beautiful world of Rock and Metal music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album featured three songs from Metallica: “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;”, “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fade to Black&lt;/span&gt;”, “Master of Puppets”. It was “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fade to Black&lt;/span&gt;” that caught my attention first. There was pain, sadness and depression in the arpeggiated chord progression the song began with. The feeling of helplessness enhanced with Hetfield’s vocals joining in. Something new awaited me further down the song: Metallica’s riffs. It was my first encounter with the real Metallica sound: Loud, Heavy, Electric and Powerful. I found myself swaying under their influence, banging my head and tapping my foot. But what took it away was the guitar solo at the end. I had never heard anything as fast, beautiful and intense before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;” was a different experience. Not as light as “Fade to Black”, this song begins with series of riffs interspersed with brilliant melodic lines on clean guitars, with angst filled vocals. However, it is when the song picks up its pace and begins its journey into the mind blowing riff and the angry and intense chorus, that I felt, yet again, the sheer force and power in Metallica’s music, banging my head fiercely in submission. But wait, that isn’t the end. With Kirk Hammett’s blazing solo that shreds you apart in its speed and ferocity, the song ravishes me every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Master of Puppets&lt;/span&gt;” is one of the best compositions I’ve ever heard. Beginning with extremely dissonant and “evil” riffs, the song caught me on early. The rhythmic brilliance in the work, the way the riffs switch from one to another and the intensity in the vocals succeeds in building a tension, which is relieved by the interlude: a beautiful twin guitar harmony riding over an arpeggiated sequence of chords. Following its relief is a surge of angry riffs topped by a shredding solo, leading its way back to the tense riffs that began the song. With three different phases to the journey this song leads you through, this song is one talented piece of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I progressed further into Rock and Metal, I moved on from individual songs to hearing complete albums, which is a completely different experience altogether. To a music junkie like me, it’s like reading a novel or watching a movie. Most importantly it’s the picture of emotions, rhythms and peaks that each song paints and the way it blends into that painted by the next song that makes it an experience worth having. Each of Metallica’s albums is a different journey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kill 'em All &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whokilledbambi.co.uk/public/2007/07/kill-em-all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.whokilledbambi.co.uk/public/2007/07/kill-em-all.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This album features the raw, early Metallica sound. The songs have less of structure and more of craziness. But that is what makes this album enjoyable. With crazy, energetic compositions like “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Four Horsemen&lt;/span&gt;”, “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Seek and Destroy&lt;/span&gt;”, “Jump in the Fire”, and “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Whiplash&lt;/span&gt;”, the album is an insane head banging ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ride the Lighting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://elsercho.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/metallica_ride_the_lightning_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://elsercho.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/metallica_ride_the_lightning_front.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Featuring a more sophisticated sound, this album is a focused experience. Each song is a distinct experience in itself. Sharp, gloomy, doom-oriented, and dark, the album takes you through a unique journey of fast tempo riffs and expressive composition. The compositions are heavy and fast paced with many structural elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Masters of Puppets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d130/mywow/Master_Of_Puppets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d130/mywow/Master_Of_Puppets.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Labelled by many as the best Metal album of all time, this album is a dark experience, filled to the brim with heavy rhythms that make your head bang. The songs progress seamlessly into each other, producing a smooth flow of music that is the primary trait of this album. “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Master of Puppets&lt;/span&gt;” features a very refined sound, but never fails to be heavy. Anger, power, aggression, control and helplessness are the themes that the music explores. But it is the constant heaviness and intensity in sound that makes it a great listening experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And Justice for All &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/LPG/51191~Metallica-Justice-for-All-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/LPG/51191~Metallica-Justice-for-All-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Technically Metallica’s most sound album, featuring a different approach than the previous two albums. Metallica’s sound, the core of Metallica’s initial music, remains intact. The album does not provide as involving a journey as the previous two albums do, but has its own features including ultra fast paced drumming and rhythms, odd time signatures and progressive melodies. A very musically strong album if listened to properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Metallica 'The Black Album'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://vivienlos90s.com/wp-content/metallica-metallica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://vivienlos90s.com/wp-content/metallica-metallica.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The album is titled “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Metallica&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”, but is more popularly known as “The Black Album”. It features a lot of musical directions from Metallica apart from Thrash Metal: songs like “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nothing Else Matters&lt;/span&gt;”, “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Enter Sandman&lt;/span&gt;”, “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The God That Failed&lt;/span&gt;”, “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Unforgiven&lt;/span&gt;”, “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wherever I May Roam&lt;/span&gt;” and “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Friend of Misery&lt;/span&gt;”. It is the musical variety in this album and the beauty in every song that makes it Metallica’s best-selling album to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Load and Reload &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abc.net.au/myfavouritealbum/albumart/img/load.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.abc.net.au/myfavouritealbum/albumart/img/load.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.coverportal.de/cover/audio/m/Metallica_Reload_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.coverportal.de/cover/audio/m/Metallica_Reload_a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.n.ethz.ch/student/schmitzj/download/covers/M/Metallica%20-%20Reload.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.n.ethz.ch/student/schmitzj/download/covers/M/Metallica%20-%20Reload.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Load&lt;/span&gt;” and “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Reload&lt;/span&gt;” display Metallica’s further exploration into the depths of Music, away from their roots, towards a more “alternative” sound. The songs are compositionally simpler than the previous albums, the song structures follow a more catchy approach, and there is a conspicuous absence of the intense riffs and heavy rhythms that characterized their earlier sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;St. Anger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://erkansaka.net/blog/archive/Metallica-StAnger-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://erkansaka.net/blog/archive/Metallica-StAnger-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;St. Anger&lt;/span&gt;” is yet another completely new approach to music from Metallica. Featuring a very raw, intense and basic sound, the songs focus more on rhythm and pace than melody. The characteristics of aggression and raw power are easily perceptible from the song structures. The album does not feature guitar solos, and melodies in the songs are structured in a raw, simple fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Death Magnetic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SJW0MOi4Y3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/bVPmun96fVE/s1600-h/2677656680_63ea96b42f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SJW0MOi4Y3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/bVPmun96fVE/s200/2677656680_63ea96b42f_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230284664416527218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Death Magnetic&lt;/span&gt;” is the title of Metallica’s latest album, set to be released this September. It is said to feature a more “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Old School&lt;/span&gt;” and “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Progressive&lt;/span&gt;” approach. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hell, I can’t wait any longer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metallica’s music originates from a very strong sense of rebelliousness, talent, individuality and originality. Whatever they might appear to be, Metallica are musicians first. And it is their Love for Music that is apparent from endeavors like S&amp;M (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Symphony and Metallica, which features a beautiful mix of their music played along with the San Francisco Symphony&lt;/span&gt;). This Love for music is in abundance in all of their work. The unique, dissonant riffs and chromatic melodic lines, the strange beat structures, the non adherence to musical conventions while still sounding good is proof. And that is what makes Metallica one of the best bands in the history of Rock and Metal music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where he head bangs &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iitbalok.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life at IITB &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-2093275714685702062?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/2093275714685702062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=2093275714685702062' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2093275714685702062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2093275714685702062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/08/guest-blogger-alok.html' title='Guest Blogger : Alok'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SJXTV0-jF6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XZxoy8z0cfw/s72-c/clip_image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-379509095730404088</id><published>2008-07-26T00:34:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-27T17:47:09.897+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'>Random Update !!!</title><content type='html'>This post has no head or tail, just a string of few words put together in a state of complete blankness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANGE&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am not gonna bore you about Barack Obama's election campaign here&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well when life gets really monotonous and becomes a cycle of vicious events , that time you need to bring a 'Change'.&lt;br /&gt;Just break free, stop doing the same old things, change your path for some time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I for one, was really bored of doing the same things over and over again, same lectures, some practicals, same train, same everything.&lt;br /&gt;So I just bunked &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;, did everything else but not the same old stuff for a week. It has really bought a refreshing change. &lt;br /&gt;Change it is, when your gloomy and dark, try giving your taste buds some chocolate, I am sure you'll be outta it for sometime '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;even a pack of chips would do, does for me&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the break free mode, do somethings crazy and wacky, take risks break some rules, go wild and the next day u'l be back to normal with a renewed enthusiasm and energy. Try it, worked for me. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of late I am getting a lotta slack all thanks to my '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2 second memory&lt;/span&gt;' 'Yup,its true', from getting fired in class to screaming friends who's birthdays I forgot &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iv called by friend, talked to him and not wished him &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wished my Cousin bro a day earlier &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dono the date of another friend's birthday which is due this month &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is nothing, Iv done worst &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, I am a person who is really not high on birthdays, in fact I call my good friends to wish me on mine &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;, they do the same when its their &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P   &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So if I forgot to wish you '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;which I am sure I will, please lemme know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am in the bunking mode these days, a loota my friends have joined in the same &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;and of late the "Adda" has become a mini parliament where tempers run high on the current Nuke deal, as everybody stands firm on their position and are out to refute the other &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;. These arguments lasts for hours and tea saves the day '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a welcome break&lt;/span&gt;', plus a lotta illegal activities are being carried out on the "Adda" &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;, its so much fun &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week seems to be crucial, got a few things important coming up. &lt;br /&gt;And have to think of a good excuse when my name features in the defaulters list for the second time &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listened to the radio today after almost 2 years, My ipod has packed up &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt; ,same old boring crap, all the channels playing the same set of songs, I wish there was a channel playing Metallica all day &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Radio Channels really need to get a life !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends got their dream jobs, gives me hope that one day its gonna be my turn too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like throwing my Cell phone in a bucket of water '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yes, I hate cell phones&lt;/span&gt;', you're connected to people always &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:X&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt; I never pick up calls and get blasted later for doing so &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:X &lt;/span&gt;and the anxiety of expecting a call kills me&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; :X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt; - I am cumulating all the facts over the N-deal, will be putting forward the stands of both the sides soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-379509095730404088?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/379509095730404088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=379509095730404088' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/379509095730404088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/379509095730404088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-update.html' title='Random Update !!!'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-7737889126810179390</id><published>2008-07-22T19:18:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:03:25.478+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>1-2-3 Agreement</title><content type='html'>Read the actual text of the agreement &lt;a href="http://www.state.gov/r/pa/prs/ps/2007/aug/90050.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The country stands divided on it,&lt;br /&gt;so does the parliament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately Iv heard the arguments from both the sides, &lt;br /&gt;both have given logical and concrete reasons for their stand, &lt;br /&gt;both have interpreted or misinterpreted the nuke deal &lt;br /&gt;both have viewed it under different lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand divided on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what do you make of it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you view it as U.S encroachment ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;India's gateway in becoming a super power ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave a comment or &lt;br /&gt;Mail me at &lt;br /&gt;aditigupta02@gmail.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a ton.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt; - I am talking about the Indo-U.S Nuclear deal,&lt;br /&gt;if you haven't read the news papers lately,&lt;br /&gt;then Google it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-7737889126810179390?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/7737889126810179390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=7737889126810179390' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/7737889126810179390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/7737889126810179390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-2-3-agreement.html' title='1-2-3 Agreement'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-533266084938845679</id><published>2008-07-17T19:37:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:05:48.218+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Shawshank Redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www2.bc.edu/~yanno/Shawshank%20Redemption.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www2.bc.edu/~yanno/Shawshank%20Redemption.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some movies come once in a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lifetime&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ageless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;timeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are two understated words used to describe it. A master piece crafted with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;utmost perfection&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having seen &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shawshank Redemption&lt;/span&gt;, I wonder if I'd ever like any other movie &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It has truly spoilt me went it comes to setting standards. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Entering my list of '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5 Must-Must Watch movies&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite scene is the one in which music plays through out the prison and Morgan Freeman quotes 'It appears as if the walls are dissolving', siting the power of music plus the last scene blew your mind away. &lt;br /&gt;That imagery would stay with me for a long time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan Freeman's narration is excellent and he can add one more fan to his list &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;" Hope is a good thing, a good thing never dies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are not enough to describe the movie,ul have to watch it,yourself to know more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt; - I hope I don't get stabbed for this &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-533266084938845679?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/533266084938845679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=533266084938845679' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/533266084938845679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/533266084938845679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/07/shawshank-redemption.html' title='Shawshank Redemption'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-3550152500573138170</id><published>2008-07-16T00:07:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:33:47.586+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'>All the Time in the World, Yet no Time :X</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;24&lt;/h1&gt; hours in a day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes seem so &lt;h3&gt;less&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes &lt;h3&gt;unending,&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hands of the &lt;h4&gt;clock&lt;/h4&gt; ticks on,&lt;br /&gt;with it &lt;br /&gt;Each second of our&lt;h2&gt;Lives&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say &lt;h1&gt;'Time is the most valuable thing'&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, &lt;h3&gt;I agree&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;So&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H1&gt;No More Wasting this treasure.&lt;/H1&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt; - This is the result of extreme anger and helplessness &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-3550152500573138170?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/3550152500573138170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=3550152500573138170' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/3550152500573138170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/3550152500573138170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-time-in-world-yet-no-time.html' title='All the Time in the World, Yet no Time :X'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-5069497022246413119</id><published>2008-07-10T22:55:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:26:12.325+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>The Darjeeling Limited</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://brandedmale.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/03/12/darjeeling_final_71607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://brandedmale.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/03/12/darjeeling_final_71607.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies are an illusion of the real and unreal world which we live in, they are an extension of what a man desires in his life and what he has achieved. Sometimes emotions are depicted in the most extravagant manner and sometimes subtle words and images speak volumes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There are some movies which come along and leave you baffled, by their simplicity and honestly with images speaking louder than words and you are taken back by what just hit you. Such is the magic or I must say the brilliance of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Darjeeling Limited&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;The movie stars &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Owen Wilson&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Adrien Brody&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jason Schwartzman&lt;/span&gt; playing three brothers in search of their estranged mother who resides in the Himalayas as a missionary, during their journey they encounter different people, situations and deal with some of their own problems. Owen Wilson is at his comic best and with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Irfan Khan's&lt;/span&gt; acting talent at display, the movie surely is a treat to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason why this movie did a magic spell on me, was the way Director &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wes Anderson &lt;/span&gt;uses the beauty of rural India as the backdrop of the film. These are some movies which make you realize how beautiful and charismatic India is, this one surely sits on top of my list. &lt;br /&gt;The subtleness and simplicity of this movie just took my breath away, and has entered my list of the '5 Must-Must watch movies', along side &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lakshya&lt;/span&gt;,' 3 places still vacant &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the movie I was curious about how Wes Anderson sought the inspiration to make such kinda movie and that to base it, in India, well Wikipediaed it :P and finally the answer, it was the man himself &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Satyajit Ray&lt;/span&gt; doing the trick.&lt;br /&gt;Last year the film society at my college screened '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Apu Trilogy&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' , the films were shot in the 1950's and just gives you a glimpse of Mr. Ray's vision  and tells volumes about how his mind worked ahead of its times. The 3 films are ageless and classics its their own league, with people belonging to every era relating and appreciating them.Thats the magic which he brings on screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave it to another post to write about Mr. Ray, for now watch Darjeeling Limited &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lakshya&lt;/span&gt; is another must watch, ill write about it in my next update &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-5069497022246413119?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/5069497022246413119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=5069497022246413119' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/5069497022246413119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/5069497022246413119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/07/darjeeling-limited.html' title='The Darjeeling Limited'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-567774895814046692</id><published>2008-07-02T16:11:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:21:33.436+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><title type='text'>Guest Blogger : Express :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jiggy’s special! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing a post for Aditi came as a pleasant surprise! Now our dearest is suffering from ahem “writer’s block” and wants me to do this post for her. While I secretly know that Jiggs is one of the most laziest ones around and this is another of her banahas to not work, but this might just turn out to be fun. So today when Mumbai is submerged in water and college has declared a holiday, I sit cozy at home and complete this impending post&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; :-P&lt;/span&gt; This one is gonna be about us, me i.e. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Express&lt;/span&gt; aka Shatabdi aka Kabul Express and Aditi aka Jiggs aka &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fundoo&lt;/span&gt;, and the thing that binds the both of us together [&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;apart from blogger&lt;/span&gt;], &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ruia college&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joining Ruia was a turning point in my life, as I am sure it was for many Ruiates. Ruia is one of its type. I don’t think too many people who’ve not been to Ruia will be able to relate to it, but then, we are addicted to that place, this is the case for us. So addicted that we ‘&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt;’ college on Sundays [&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;miss college and strictly not lectures&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:-P&lt;/span&gt;]. The best thing I like about Ruia is that which-ever kind you are [&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;eg. nerd, brat, fun-loving, sincere, hard-working etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;], you find your kinda people there &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:-P &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good within and around the walls of Ruia……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Apni laid-back lives,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carefree majja-masti,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not getting bored of the typical hang-outs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wohi Vishnu ki chai [teri coffee],&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wohi Gulshan mein ban-maska/ keema pav,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wohi DPs ka dinn mein atleast ek chakkar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woh Mondays ko-hi Mani’s [Mondays closed] yaad aana,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wohi “quadrangle mein mil”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri ultra-stupid msgs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canteen mein gup-shup,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger-world k saare updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless talks about Metallica and F.R.I.E.N.D.S and BSB and bitching about all possible people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subah late-wali train mein milna,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading hall mein padhne baithna, aur padhai chhodke baki sab-kuch karna,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam k baad k utre hu-e chehre,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results k baad ka celebration,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utsavv!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sublime Sounds!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna miss you so much gal! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sob sob…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this can wait for another year &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:-P&lt;/span&gt; So coming back to both of us…………. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that we got introduced in First year Microbiology lecture; one of the disaster lectures by your favorite Prof. P .Remainder of our tenure with the micro department in the lectures was spent grinning around the entire class to each other and thinking of methods of passing time. That man really got to your nerves, didn’t he? Well, I still continue to respect him, for his ideas and ideals of-course. Baki non-sense toh hamesha were a constant source of entertainment. He couldn’t stop abusing us, we couldn’t stop abusing him. You even had him in practical! Ha ha, I was lot more lucky, Vora sir, total tp! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously you gave up Microbiology and took Life-Sciences for Second year. Good for your management plans. I canalized my energies into the subject of my choice, Biochemistry. But we had a common chord again, the grand our very own locker no. 39! We shared it, just kept journals in there, but none of us actually used it. Oh no! Your old bag was dumped in there all year long! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! Both of us lost the key! The bacha hua extra key is all crooked, thanks to all the force exertion &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:-P&lt;/span&gt; Now you use it for your current locker! Before late, get extra copies of the key made and distribute to people all over Mumbai!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, one thing many people don’t know about Jiggs and I will do a little pol-opening here, teehee… Aditi is prolly the only person I know who begins to ‘seriously’ study about more than one month before the exam commences! Baki time she is doing all tp possible, but exam k pehle ka ek maheena and exam ka ek maheena, you will find her posted indefinitely in apna Reading Hall. And now she is talking about me inspiring her to study, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second year was sprinkled with so many moments of fun that I can’t even re-call so many of them. All I hold back is the bond, the sense of attachment that shall keep us bonded to Ruia forever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All said and done, I can’t think of an end to this post, coz there is no end to us, isn’t it? But I guess in Third Year we don’t need any chord as such to keep us together. Ek aur saal jhelna hai iss pagal ladki ko, end tak shayaad main bhi pagal ho jau…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhi toh I have lost a bet to her, kyuki by chance Spain defeated Germany in Euro 08. Unlimited cups of Vishnu ki coffee pilani hai madam ko, dekhte hai kitna loot-ti hai &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:-P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! I am straight….. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pervert budhdhi! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhaha &lt;br /&gt;Shatabdi Express ke &lt;a href="http://randomtalkfest.blogspot.com/"&gt;Disoriented Neurons  &lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-567774895814046692?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/567774895814046692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=567774895814046692' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/567774895814046692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/567774895814046692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/07/guest-blogger-express-p.html' title='Guest Blogger : Express :P'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-2326673651961311010</id><published>2008-06-19T02:25:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:18:46.458+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>5 Point Someone - Chetan Bhagat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.boloji.com/bookreviews/052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.boloji.com/bookreviews/052.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunked college again, the plan was to lazy around all day at home but a friends call disturbed the plans for the same apparently the people from Radio One wanted to ask some questions about College life and stuff so had to drop in at college. '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I got my 60 seconds of fame on Radio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home I saw this vendor selling books, so picked up Five point Someone '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;had to read it after a few recommendations&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;', and I must say it was much better that 3 mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the biggest reason why his books sell, is the fact that he ends the story well, Iv just finished reading the book and I must say '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I liked it&lt;/span&gt;'.There is just somethings about the way he ends a story that makes you forget about the short coming of the story. I guess thats the magic of Chetan Bhagat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing that this story made me realize was, one of the reasons I was sulking for so many days was that I was disappointed over my 2nd year grades, though I had reached my targets but I just wasn't used to getting such a low rank. That eat me up inside because I knew I was better that the rest but my bad hand writing had lead me down once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as it has said '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Grades are not everything&lt;/span&gt;', its time for me to stop whining about the rest and get my rotten brain working again '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;its been high time that I get over it, get my act together, start attending lectures and slog out my acad&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P : P &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking of attending lectures, its already 2.30 a.m and I need to get up after 3 hours in order to reach in time for a 7.25 lecture &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;opps today&lt;/span&gt;' is a new day, time to rise and shine again &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt; - If you have loved reading this book, I highly recommend 'Anything for you Ma'am' by Tushar Raheja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-2326673651961311010?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/2326673651961311010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=2326673651961311010' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2326673651961311010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2326673651961311010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/06/5-point-someone.html' title='5 Point Someone - Chetan Bhagat'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-728249119338799753</id><published>2008-06-15T16:06:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-15T17:10:13.612+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>The three Mistakes of my Life - Chetan Bhagat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chetanbhagat.com/img/img_cover_book3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.chetanbhagat.com/img/img_cover_book3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunked my College yesterday, wasn't in a mood to attend some boring lectures of Horticulture, and this book was stock piled for quite some time so the task for Saturday was cut out, but these rains have made me really lazy so finally finished it today &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I haven't read Five Point Someone nor have I read One Night at the Call-center, and the only reason I read this book was because of its title '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;as you may know, mistakes is my favorite word&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;. On top of that Chetan Bhagat was one Guy whom everybody seems to like, so I had to read him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story involves Friendship, Cricket, Politics, Business and how people cope with natural and man-made calamities. Its talks of Gujarat riots and the Earthquake, I still have memories of watching that stuff on tv, and I must say, there were points in the book  which I found hard to read specially the rioting part because Death is the hardest part for me to stomach. And yes there were some parts in the story which I didn't like but over all the book is a good read 'a bit over rated, but nice'. &lt;br /&gt;I can't say ill take any lessons from the book, but the way the passion for Cricket is projected and the way the influence of politics in dairy life is projected, it makes me realize how small things escalate to big things and how our society stands on the threshold of man-made calamities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I got a few questions who's answers I am unable to find &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why does every story has a Girl angle to it&lt;/span&gt;' if uv read the book then I am talking about Vidya' ?? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What fun do guys get outta checking out girls&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And why are girls often projected as brain less and cry babies&lt;/span&gt; ?? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;x(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower your &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gyaan&lt;/span&gt; on the same &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P : P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-728249119338799753?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/728249119338799753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=728249119338799753' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/728249119338799753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/728249119338799753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/06/three-mistakes-of-my-life-chetan-bhagat.html' title='The three Mistakes of my Life - Chetan Bhagat'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-130232654326763387</id><published>2008-06-09T00:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-10T00:47:21.170+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'>Laugh ''Not''</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I can't express regret, grief, concern or sadness anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;After the bad times&lt;/span&gt;, laughter was all I was left with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I Laughed through all the pain, called it the '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;side-effects&lt;/span&gt;' of the bad times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H3&gt; But now laughter has left me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hollow,empty and lifeless&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/H3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if, after all the laughs&lt;H2&gt; Life is laughing at me. &lt;/H2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I stand there &lt;H3&gt;broken again. &lt;/H3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H1&gt;No more Laughs &lt;/H1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But still I stand there laughing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H3&gt;With the biggest joke been played on&lt;/H3&gt; &lt;H1&gt;me &lt;/H1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-130232654326763387?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/130232654326763387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=130232654326763387' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/130232654326763387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/130232654326763387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/06/laugh-not.html' title='Laugh &apos;&apos;Not&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-3580768879016645740</id><published>2008-06-08T22:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-09T08:45:46.941+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We all think we're going to be great and we feel a little bit robbed when our expectation aren't met,&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes our expectations fall short. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the expected simply pales in comparison to the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;You've got to wonder why we cling to our expectations because,&lt;br /&gt;the expected is just what keeps us steady, standing still,&lt;br /&gt;and the expected is just the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;The unexpected is what changes our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Closing quotes of Grey's Anatomy Season 2,episode which aired yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations is a something which we all carry around with us. &lt;br /&gt;Personally I am really not a fan of expectations, in fact thats one thing I really wanted to get away from, and to certain extend did but a few fragments of it still cling to me. And no matter what I do they don't leave me, I guess they are using Fevicol - '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;as they say Fevicol ka joor tuke ga nahi&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all say the best way to go is having ''&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No Expectations&lt;/span&gt;''.&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is if we have no expectations, then we will be like a dead soul wondering around with nothing to look forward to. Pain and happiness are the sides of the same coin, a coin which works in Kingdom Life. &lt;br /&gt;A wise guy:P just pointed out to me that our Dreams and Goals are also expectations does that mean we should stop dreaming &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess not, Expectations will always cling to us in one form or the other, all we can do is, filter our expectations and root out some of the weeds in them, channelize  our expectations towards ourself away from others because many a times its the others who don't live up to our expectations than us going the honors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well talking of the unexpected, thats where a new journey begins into the unknown and sometimes the unknown surprises us in a way that the known could never reap its pleasure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I must say Expectations has left me really confused, &lt;br /&gt;I guess having Expectations is a part of being human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wanna be an alien &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;: P : P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt; - This post is a product of my disconnected thoughts on expectations, I guess someday I might be able to make some sense of it. Till then I hope you guys throw some light on it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-3580768879016645740?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/3580768879016645740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=3580768879016645740' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/3580768879016645740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/3580768879016645740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/06/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-4996705573304404522</id><published>2008-05-29T18:28:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-29T19:12:53.859+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Hope !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.al-ahli.net/pic1/a_-walk-_dam3a18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.al-ahli.net/pic1/a_-walk-_dam3a18.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still on a sabbatical, I just watched this movie called '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Walk To Remember&lt;/span&gt;' which a friend had recommended and couldn't stop myself from writing about what I took from the movie i.e &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HOPE&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times life beats us down, shows us its ugliest face, throws us in a dungent, leaves us empty and we start to question '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why Me&lt;/span&gt;',&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What wrong did I do&lt;/span&gt;? and we start cursing the entire world for putting us through it. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;But does blaming others help?, I guess not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in our darkest hours all we can do is hope. Hope for a brighter new day, hope for a fresh start, hope for a miracle to happen because till there is hope, there is life, in which there are dreams to be fulfilled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't loose Hope &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leavening you with a few things to ponder &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If hope is all you are left with, treasure it cause you never know when the miracle strikes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night falls because morning has to follow&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as they all say '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Umeeg par tou duniya kayam hai&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the song 'Someday' - OST ' A Walk to Remember' &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-4996705573304404522?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/4996705573304404522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=4996705573304404522' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/4996705573304404522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/4996705573304404522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/05/hope.html' title='Hope !!!'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-2566780350198608761</id><published>2008-05-24T11:14:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-24T22:50:27.456+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'>100th post :D</title><content type='html'>My blog has hit its first century &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I am ecstatic &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to dedicate my 100th post to all of you, who read my blog &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am not high on making formal speeches&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have gotta say is -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt; Thank You &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt; Thank You &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt; Thank You &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thank you for reading my words, &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for commenting, &lt;br /&gt;Each of your comment puts a smile on face&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many a times uv &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Just Made My Day&lt;/span&gt; !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the forks who don't comment and just read, guys drop in a few words and ill be on top of the world &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt; - My romance with words&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;has put a smile on my face and helped me get over a lotta things but it has also taken over my life and left me exhausted, so I am just taking some time off blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciya soon fellows &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Peace &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Whaoooo&lt;/span&gt;, my iPod is on shuffle and while I was typing and thinking all the stuff about my exhaustion, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nothing Else Matters &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Metallica&lt;/span&gt;) started playing '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;now thats a Omen or what&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can wipe off my tears now, things will turn out just fine &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-2566780350198608761?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2566780350198608761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2566780350198608761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/05/100th-post-d.html' title='100th post :D'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-7498423265586571130</id><published>2008-05-22T23:12:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:07:23.463+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>aditi :D :D :D</title><content type='html'>I gotta a song named after me :P&lt;br /&gt;hehehee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F2SqAIBu4gw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F2SqAIBu4gw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;*blushes* &lt;br /&gt;Though its not on me, but I can strike off one thing from my Bucket list :P&lt;br /&gt;I gotta a song :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so gonna watch this movie :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-7498423265586571130?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/7498423265586571130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=7498423265586571130' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/7498423265586571130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/7498423265586571130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/05/aditi-d-d-d.html' title='aditi :D :D :D'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-4387458849209225559</id><published>2008-05-20T23:26:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-21T01:07:45.075+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'>Trip Update :P</title><content type='html'>I started on 3th from here with my Mom , and the moment I landed at Delhi I was like '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;aahh Delhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;', nostalgia gripped me right away. &lt;br /&gt;Went to my Mausi's house to stay, my cousin sis '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;who's in 8th&lt;/span&gt;' and bro '&lt;span style="font-weight:italic;"&gt;3th&lt;/span&gt;' had grown taller from the last time I had seen them which was about 1 year ago '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I so wish I could still grow taller, but unfortunately I am stuck at 5 feet since the past 2 years&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;They were busy studying for their Monday tests '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;thats one thing I hate about school, and thank god I am in college, Cauz the Semester system so rocks 2 weeks before the actual exams you start studying and you sail through&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D :D&lt;/span&gt; ' &lt;br /&gt;The next day was spent in carrying my Mom's shopping bags across Lajpat Nagar in the scotching heat'&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I shouldn't be complaining here, cauz I too bought some stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;and yes nibbled on some Momo's '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; I miss them so much here in Mumbai&lt;/span&gt; :('&lt;br /&gt;And also went to this Softy Joint at Sarojani but the softy didn't taste the same :( &lt;br /&gt;Couldn't meet any of my school friends too :/&lt;br /&gt;Showed by blog to my cousins and they go like '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; didi,you look like a Dracula is the picture&lt;/span&gt;' thats the reason I took my picture off, didn't want to scare away my readers &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day took a train to Nabha 'my Mom's place', on which I read &lt;a href="http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/05/anything-for-you-maam-tushar-raheja.html"&gt;Anything for you ma'am &lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the real fun '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;if I may call it so, starts here&lt;/span&gt;'. The moment my Nani laid eyes on me she goes like '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Look at your self you have become so thin, don't you get food to eat back in Mumbai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; :P&lt;/span&gt;' then the party started with my Mom and Nanu joining in telling me all the reasons in the world about staying healthy &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;which I didn't bother to listen cause everyday I gonna listen to the same thing at home, I have been a poor eater all my life, but I love junk food and literally survive on Chips and Chocolates&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;All I could hear was food, food, food and all I said was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;don't blame me, blame the food poisoning.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then in the 7 days I stayed their, it was my grandparent's mission to make me fat, they use to feed me so much food '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;', I was forced to eat and blackmailed too for eating '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt;', had to triple my intake &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I don't understand Parents and Grandparent's fixation with food.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my mom's quite a popular daughter so I had few of my Nani-Bua visiting, they go like - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nani&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So, beta what are you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Last year of Graduation nani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nani&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tou, khana banana seekh lia ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;that time I so wanted to say, take a chill pill, I am just 20 and khana banana is not the sole job of a girl's life, this so sucksss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I said No mujhe nahi aata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she tells my mom 'teach her' something .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now it had been about 6 days without the net and I so craved for the net, went to the market to but couldn't find a single cyber cafe, I guess even god wanted me to keep my promise &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to Delhi meet some old family friends, and landed back home to Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;Was stuck in a traffic jam even at 1:30 at night :P '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;even wondered why Mumbai is called the city that never sleeps&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Came home and the first thing was &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I checked my blog&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-4387458849209225559?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/4387458849209225559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=4387458849209225559' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/4387458849209225559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/4387458849209225559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/05/trip-update.html' title='Trip Update :P'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-5403242584387716036</id><published>2008-05-19T00:02:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:09:29.769+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>TAG  a-z  :P</title><content type='html'>Took a break from being angry :D &lt;br /&gt;n did this tag for a change :) &lt;br /&gt;so tagged myself  :P  :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A - Available?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;College is off, I am sitting at home getting rotten, &lt;br /&gt;ohh yes I am :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;B - Best Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music and iPod&lt;br /&gt;P.S - I have a lotta close friends, they all are the best :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C - Cake or Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yum yum &lt;br /&gt;gimme them to me if their is Choclate in them :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;D - Drink of Choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vishnu ki Coffee :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E – Essential thing(s) used every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPod&lt;br /&gt;Keyboard I cant write :P&lt;br /&gt;Television&lt;br /&gt;Newspaper&lt;br /&gt;Net 'sole addiction' :P :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;F – Favourite Colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White, Purple, Red, Green, Blue, Black &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;G – Gummi Bears or Gummi Worms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gummi Bears :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;H – Hometown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathinda ke kudi hu mai :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I – Indulgence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music n books &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;J – January or February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February, its my bday on 2nd :D :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;K – Kids and Names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhi bahut time hai sochne ke lia :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;L – Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite topic :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;M – Marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoge kabhi :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;N – Number of siblings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, Younger sis &lt;br /&gt;who is completely opposite of me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O –Oranges or Apples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both, but I prefer mangoes *yum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P – Phobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belenophobia - Fear of needles 'shit scared of them' :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q – Quote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''It's Life, Live it''&lt;br /&gt;''Destiny it is :)''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;R - Reason to Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cricket, when India wins &lt;br /&gt;Shreeshant :P&lt;br /&gt;Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;Fresh air &lt;br /&gt;a swim &lt;br /&gt;words&lt;br /&gt;A new comment :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S – Season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summers love them :)&lt;br /&gt;Hate winters &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;T – Tag people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna be egged :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;U – Unknown fact about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a big time Joker who cannot walk without falling :P&lt;br /&gt;n talks as if shes hitting someone :P :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;V – Vegetable you do not like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one in particular &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-rays you have had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots!!&lt;br /&gt;I keep on falling down :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y – Your favorite food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything with cheese n corn n mushrooms *yum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Z – Zodiac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-5403242584387716036?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/5403242584387716036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=5403242584387716036' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/5403242584387716036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/5403242584387716036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/05/tagged-z-p.html' title='TAG  a-z  :P'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-8498570894014948204</id><published>2008-05-16T23:58:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-18T16:57:17.196+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'>Anger Outpoured</title><content type='html'>I'v been really angry lately, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 blasts in Jaipur and about 60 dead, thats what the news flashed 2 days back. &lt;br /&gt;Of all cities, Jaipur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why ? Why ? Why ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the fault of that 10 year old who was killed  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the fault of the bride who's no more &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the fault of all the innocent people who went out of their houses to buy some stuff and pray, to never come home again &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the fault of the man who lost his leg and can never walk again &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why target the innocent &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why kill a fellow human being &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why ?&lt;br /&gt;Why ? &lt;br /&gt;Why ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand what do these #$%&amp;%^&amp; terrorist gain outta it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'd shoot them all, if I had a gun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, not even 2 days to this incident, there is high alert all across the country and these ^#^%&amp; news channels (Aaj Tak)and some news papers (Mid Day) are more concerned about Shahrukh Khan being called a dog by Aamir Khan. &lt;br /&gt;Imagine ??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Its a shame that they call themselves Journalists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then these @%^^&amp;^&amp;# cell phone companies keep calling about  @^&amp;^&amp;* offers about downloads, I lost my patience when I got 3 calls in about a span of an hour '4-5 sms a day were a norm'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god  !!! &lt;br /&gt;for the Do Not Call Law &lt;br /&gt;btw to stop these messages and calls SMS &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;''DNC ACT''&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;for Reliance Users&lt;/span&gt;) to 53733 and it will be activated in 45 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I read the review of Anything for you, ma'am on &lt;a href="http://youthcurry.blogspot.com/2006/06/anything-for-you-maam-no-thanks.html"&gt;Youth Curry &lt;/a&gt;, which made me more angry. Well the writer is a 20 odd year old who's written the book himself, I guess some people forget that they were in College too at some time and have no right criticizing him, cause writing a book is no cake walk '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'v been trying for the last 2 years and I cant get past the first 2 pages&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a wannabe writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Its high time we start giving Indian writers their due credit rather than criticizing them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Btw I am eagerly waiting for you guys to review the book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stop judging and branding people who sport colored hair as show-offs, not all of them are the same, some just do it, cause they want a change. &lt;br /&gt;Just a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nothing less, nothing more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Just a Change&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt; - Been a bit angry &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; and busy, the trip update coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;And I took a break from FountainHead because, the book is so good that I needed some time to digest it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-8498570894014948204?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/8498570894014948204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=8498570894014948204' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/8498570894014948204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/8498570894014948204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/05/anger-outpoured.html' title='Anger Outpoured'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-3419990644517286998</id><published>2008-05-13T14:17:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-13T16:18:09.160+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>anything for you, ma'am - Tushar Raheja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SClWE09nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sMNafdrCa2o/s1600-h/00000000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SClWE09nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sMNafdrCa2o/s400/00000000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199781885712469282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted a break from Fountain head so, I up picked this book '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;had read about it in the newspaper a few days back&lt;/span&gt;' from New Delhi railway station, while I was on my way to my grandparents place in Punjab. &lt;br /&gt;The front page said an '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;IITians love story&lt;/span&gt;', and I was like do they even get time off their books :P &lt;br /&gt;I have big time motion sickness plus sitting at one place for 8 hours is impossible for me, but thanks to this book I didn't come to know how those 8 hours passed. And when my Mom said pick up your luggage I was like '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;we've reached, so soon&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well than day I didn't have dinner cause I so wanted to finish the book &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a complete laughter ride, the coincidences, the pranks, everything is worth a read with Mr. Fate doing his magic. &lt;br /&gt;The story grips you all the while and you cant leave the book until your finished with it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Read it, read it&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Its awesome, I couldn't stop laughter while reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ROTFL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt; - I am knocking on Mr. Fate's door too :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-3419990644517286998?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/3419990644517286998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=3419990644517286998' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/3419990644517286998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/3419990644517286998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/05/anything-for-you-maam-tushar-raheja.html' title='anything for you, ma&apos;am - Tushar Raheja'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SClWE09nDSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/sMNafdrCa2o/s72-c/00000000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-203471859140052714</id><published>2008-05-01T10:57:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-01T11:07:39.484+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'>12 days break :P</title><content type='html'>I am a big time internet addict, with my holidays on this addiction has reached new heights &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing off to Delhi for a few days and then to Nabha,Punjab at my Grandparents place &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Iv made a promise that I wont come online in these days, I just hope I can keep it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well talking of Delhi, I love the city having spend 4 years there (8th to 11th) some of the best years. Got lots of friends and relatives settled there so its like home to me. When I was there the metro and all the flyovers were under construction but now they have changed the face of Delhi. &lt;br /&gt;I hope I get to nibble on some Momo's and meet my school friends. And if I get time ill visit my school too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ahhh, school nostalgic memories&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumbai is a safer city and you get all the independence here,&lt;br /&gt;but Delhi still rocks &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;though I love Mumbai too &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers &lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Ciya on 13th &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-203471859140052714?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/203471859140052714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=203471859140052714' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/203471859140052714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/203471859140052714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/05/12-days-break.html' title='12 days break :P'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-3699915170192996455</id><published>2008-05-01T10:47:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-01T11:08:45.373+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cricket'/><title type='text'>IPL update</title><content type='html'>16 matches down&lt;br /&gt;High scoring games &lt;br /&gt;Nail biting finishes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreign and Local players shining &lt;br /&gt;Big Guns silent&lt;br /&gt;New T20 records been made&lt;br /&gt;Rain of 6 and 4s &lt;br /&gt;Packed stadiums &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleaders grabbing the front page news and a lotta blog posts too &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get covered up in Mumbai &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harbhajan slapping Shreeshant &lt;br /&gt;Shreeshant weeping,&lt;br /&gt;Harbhajan banned for 9 games.&lt;br /&gt;Looses 3 crores for a slap &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy celebrity turnout &lt;br /&gt;Cameras focus shifts on them after every 4,6 or a wicket falls,&lt;br /&gt;as if they have done it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P : P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chennia Super Kings haven't lost a match &lt;br /&gt;Mumbai Indians finally managed to get a victory under their belt &lt;br /&gt;Rajasthan Royals - the underdogs surprised everyone&lt;br /&gt;Good work Captain Shane Warne &lt;br /&gt;Hyderabad Deccan Chargers and Bangalore Royal Challenger are down in the dumps&lt;br /&gt;Kings'11 Punjab are fighting hard &lt;br /&gt;Delhi Daredevils are on a roll.&lt;br /&gt;Kolkata Knight Riders are loosing their luster &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowds enjoying &lt;br /&gt;Advertisers making money &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overdose of Cricket ??&lt;br /&gt;I say Yes,&lt;br /&gt;coming from a Cricket maniac like me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats IPL for you........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surely going for King's 11 Punjab Vs Mumbai Indians on 21th &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-3699915170192996455?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/3699915170192996455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=3699915170192996455' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/3699915170192996455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/3699915170192996455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/05/ipl-update.html' title='IPL update'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-1690848723940884154</id><published>2008-05-01T10:39:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-13T01:46:47.582+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Happy b'day Yashu :D :D</title><content type='html'>for  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4th  May&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SBlRyO4YZ9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/f3qPFOhGB7Y/s1600-h/S5001405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SBlRyO4YZ9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/f3qPFOhGB7Y/s320/S5001405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195273568578463698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Yashu&lt;/span&gt;  !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I won't be there for it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want my Dutch Truffle when I get back &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D :D :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S &lt;/span&gt;- I am broke, so this is all you are getting for your Birthday  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P : P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-1690848723940884154?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/1690848723940884154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/1690848723940884154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-bday-yashu-d-d.html' title='Happy b&apos;day Yashu :D :D'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SBlRyO4YZ9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/f3qPFOhGB7Y/s72-c/S5001405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-25035916976391822</id><published>2008-04-30T18:19:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-01T10:38:54.900+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Hey there Delilah - Plain White Ts</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_m-BjrxmgI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_m-BjrxmgI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had moments when I have cried on this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had moments when I have smiled listening to its lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I call ''&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'' in its true sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd fall flat if someone sings such a song for me :) :) &lt;br /&gt;*blushes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-25035916976391822?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/25035916976391822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=25035916976391822' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/25035916976391822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/25035916976391822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-there-delilah-plain-white-ts.html' title='Hey there Delilah - Plain White Ts'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-5248701707316024899</id><published>2008-04-29T13:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-29T13:02:20.128+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Popping :D</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my net connection again screwed up and the CD which had the movie 'No Country for Old Men' didn't work &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then only movie I could find was Music and Lyrics, owing to the completely messed up study table of mine which has piles and piles of books and papers making it impossible for me to find anything :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the movie opens with the song called 'Pop goes my heart', listen to it for a few laughs &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;LoOLzz :D :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I_wQK0mHbuU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I_wQK0mHbuU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-5248701707316024899?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/5248701707316024899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=5248701707316024899' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/5248701707316024899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/5248701707316024899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/04/popping-d.html' title='Popping :D'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-6676020120466686572</id><published>2008-04-27T01:58:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-27T03:12:45.387+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>Grass is always Greener on the other Side :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My life isn't been a smooth ride, it has had its share of thorns and huddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken dreams and sour memories are a part of everyone's life, and mine is no different.I clearly remember the days when I used to cry myself to sleep, used to lock myself inside my room and just sit doing nothing for hours and hours, had nothing to look forward to and no more dreams to fulfill. I had become a complete lifeless being back then. &lt;br /&gt;As time passed things got better, I had stuff which I could look forward too. And also, I had gained some kinda strength which made me delusional about handling everything which came into my way. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;As I have said before, life always has its ways of telling you '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Who's the Boss&lt;/span&gt;', and even after properly watching my steps I tripped again. It took me some time to get up but this time when I got up I had discovered an antidote to all the pain .&lt;br /&gt;This antidote was '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt;', I can literally say I laughed my way outta the pain and one day all I was left with was a lotta laughs and no pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess after you have gone through pain and misery you get to know what happiness and joy feels like. And I must say I cherish happy times now, more than ever before. &lt;br /&gt;All this has also taught me to live for the moment cauz u never know what happens next, 'may be the earth stops spinning or a volcano erupts beneath you'. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LoLzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say laughter is contagious, you should spread it.&lt;br /&gt;And the reason why you see a lotta &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LoLz&lt;/span&gt; on my posts is cause I wanna spread this disease of mine to ya. &lt;br /&gt;Trust me laughter doesn't hurt,its one of the must have diseases &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with this quote said by some great guy 'who's name I am forgetting, blame it on my poor memory' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I was sad because I didn't have shoes, until I saw a man who had no feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-6676020120466686572?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/6676020120466686572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=6676020120466686572' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6676020120466686572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6676020120466686572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/04/grass-is-always-greener-on-other-side-d.html' title='Grass is always Greener on the other Side :D'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-1891924799213303982</id><published>2008-04-26T18:18:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-26T19:02:41.667+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Ocean's 11,12,13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cinemaevideo.com.br/liq/upload/conteudo_editor/Image/oceans13_01.jpg222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.cinemaevideo.com.br/liq/upload/conteudo_editor/Image/oceans13_01.jpg222.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my Net connection was down, Kings 11 Punjab '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the team I am supporting in IPL' had a easy victory&lt;/span&gt;',so while switching the channels I came across Ocean's 11. I have seen all the 3 Ocean movies earlier and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;can't get enough of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I went to watch &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ocean's 11&lt;/span&gt; was George Cloney &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;, but I came out mesmerized by the skill and intelligence with which the movie was made. &lt;br /&gt;The day &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ocean's 12 &lt;/span&gt;was released, I went and watched it. But I was a disappointed cause it couldn't live up to 11's standard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to give &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt; a miss fearing the same disappointment of 12, but was literally dragged by my cousin to watch it. And I thank him till date for doing it. Cauz Ocean's 13 is one movie which you cannot miss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Its a master piece, hats off to its makers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had our very own Bollywood making clones of it, but they could not come match the tiniest bit of it. I hope some day we get to see such movies in Bollywood too.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that is day is unimaginable &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-1891924799213303982?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/1891924799213303982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=1891924799213303982' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/1891924799213303982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/1891924799213303982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/04/oceans-111213.html' title='Ocean&apos;s 11,12,13'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-4053512258517044626</id><published>2008-04-24T01:12:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-24T01:27:25.907+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'>Typos , typos n tons of typos</title><content type='html'>I am sure you must have noticed a lotta typos 'typing errors', which I make in my posts and specially when I comment on your blogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the heights which my typos have reached is even more than a 250 storied building &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D :D :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have typed '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt;' in places where I had to type '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;slaps&lt;/span&gt;'  in place of '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;claps&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;' in place of '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;'  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-this list is endless these are just a few highlights &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess this happens because my brain functions faster than my fingers, or my fingers functions faster than my brain or there is plainly no connection between them &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; I don't know the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you find any donot's, do's, claps, slaps in the wrong place, please do not get offended cause I haven't done it on purpose. It's again silly Aditi's silly typos at work &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D :D :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Soham told me 'he finds my comments more hilarious than my posts' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LoOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;again its the typos doing their bit embarrassing me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-4053512258517044626?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/4053512258517044626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=4053512258517044626' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/4053512258517044626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/4053512258517044626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/04/typos-typos-n-tons-of-typos.html' title='Typos , typos n tons of typos'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-1095036167279399165</id><published>2008-04-22T01:54:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:10:47.035+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Ode to Samby</title><content type='html'>Well today the bloggerspace is gonna loose a Gem ( I hope for some time only :)&lt;br /&gt;He's Samby  and for me he's my Alien Brother ( We share the same fixation of Aliens :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of his words......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SAz7mbrCJyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KtdOyOSZNMY/s1600-h/yuyti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SAz7mbrCJyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KtdOyOSZNMY/s400/yuyti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191801108133193506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place and it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't how hard you hit, it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done. I know what I'm worth, &amp; I'll go out and get what I'm worth.I been knocked down so many times. But I'm willing to take the hit, and not pointing fingers saying I am where I am because of him, or her, or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain't me. I'm better than that... I have been kicked around, cut, stitched and scarred.. Yeah but I am ready to take the take the hit but not the fall, I know fear, but also the courage to face that fear... That is what the Enduring Spirit is all about... That is what Samby is all about.... That is what I am all about...... I will leave this blog here as a reminder of all that we shared and who knows.....someday I may be back with renewed faith. If not, I can only hope I have touched your lives even if only a little and rubbed of some of that Enduring spirit... my only asset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has surely taught me many things about life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Enduring Spirit always remain with you &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;All ill say is see you soon &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will miss ya&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Thanks for everything ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enduringspirit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Enduring Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; will always be a part of my blog &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I took his permission before putting the words and picture up &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-1095036167279399165?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/1095036167279399165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=1095036167279399165' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/1095036167279399165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/1095036167279399165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/04/ode-to-samby.html' title='Ode to Samby'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/SAz7mbrCJyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KtdOyOSZNMY/s72-c/yuyti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-7257397361463746526</id><published>2008-04-21T20:31:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:18:37.172+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'>Cute cute cute ?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cute girl !!!&lt;br /&gt;Cute guy !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thats normal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now listen to this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cute paper&lt;br /&gt;Cute marks &lt;br /&gt;Cute book&lt;br /&gt;Cute post&lt;br /&gt;Cute chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the list is endless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cute&lt;/span&gt;' is the most used and abused word. Its been used to describe stuff like books and food items too 'heights'.&lt;br /&gt;With all the cuteness around Cute is not cute anymore &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The literal meaning of cute according to the &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/cute"&gt;dictionary&lt;/a&gt; is pleasantly pretty. It was derived from 'acute' and is in use since 1731. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well I guess our past generations have been addicted to this word too. So we shouldn't be blamed, I'll be quoting one of my favorite lines '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;its all in the Genes&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes people their are other words in the dictionary too&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; :D:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try something else for a change.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-7257397361463746526?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/7257397361463746526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=7257397361463746526' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/7257397361463746526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/7257397361463746526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/04/cute-cute-cute.html' title='Cute cute cute ?????'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-9154590563305869172</id><published>2008-04-20T09:32:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-20T10:14:45.490+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UFO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Changes and Alien invasion :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://disneybear.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/05/ABC%20Invasion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://disneybear.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/05/ABC%20Invasion.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sometimes we change, people around us say its okay, but they do not like it. &lt;br /&gt;Cause it forces them to change as well. &lt;br /&gt;I have changed, some people have accepted these changes, some have not. &lt;br /&gt;So Adieu to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The opening line of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Invasion&lt;/span&gt;, Star World, episode which aired on 19/4/08 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Invasion is about a small town which is being which is experiencing bizzare phenomenon after some extra-terrestrial species invaded a near by lake during a hurricane like event. Apparently some of the people were abducted by those creatures and have become human-alien hybrids who have developed special powers. Right now they are not fully aware of what they are experiencing and seem confused about the changes within themselves, which people around them are not been able to accept. They are struggling to get their lives back on track but at the same time they are enjoying their newly developed powers which has given them some kind of strength which is unprecedented .Hence the line about changes.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already written about by fixation with Aliens. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LooLzz &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'd love to have alien powers specially if I can dream walk and do mind reading &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you had some of these powers? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-9154590563305869172?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/9154590563305869172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=9154590563305869172' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/9154590563305869172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/9154590563305869172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/04/sometimes-we-change-people-around-us.html' title='Changes and Alien invasion :D'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-6605005687455674087</id><published>2008-04-19T15:44:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-20T00:48:41.429+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>30 Questions Looooooooooooooong tag</title><content type='html'>Was tagged by &lt;a href="http://skepticsaint.blogspot.com/"&gt;Skeptic Saint &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Last movie you saw in a theater?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Race &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; 2. What book are you reading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fountain Head&lt;/span&gt; - gotta finish it in 4 days else my friend is gonna murder me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Favorite board game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chess&lt;/span&gt; - love it to the core &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Favorite magazine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am really not a magazine person but I read Sports star and Outlook often. But regular with sciam's podcasts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Favorite smells?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hmmmmmmm Petrol, can't think of any other now I guess my nose isn't that good at smelling stuff &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. Favorite sounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Music Music Music &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. Worst feeling in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Somebody betraying your trust &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   India loosing a close Cricket match&lt;br /&gt;   Broken dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Brush my teeth &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. Favorite fast food place?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hot millions's, Chandigard&lt;br /&gt;   Over Fresh, Chandigard&lt;br /&gt;   Momos of Delhi heart &lt;br /&gt;   Mani's n DP's near my College &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. Future child’s name?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Let the time come &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11. Finish this statement. “If I had lot of money I’d….?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Save some, Donate some, and use the rest to travel all around the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12. Do you drive fast?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I don't enjoy driving that much, but i'd love to drive those cars in Tokyo Drift &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nopes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14. Storms - cool or scary?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Scary &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;15. What was your first car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I don't like cars as much as I like planes &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;16. Favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;As you all know I survive of fluids so everything which is a liquid is my fav &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;17. Finish this statement, “If I had the time I would….”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Well, I have all the time, it's  a different thing that I don't do anything with it :D:D I hold a PhD is wasting  time &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;18. Do you eat the stems on broccoli?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Broccoli with white sauce is my favorite dish, I'd have it anyway &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;19. If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Had purple streaks some time back &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;, now the color has gone and they have turned blond &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; plannin to get red next &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;eheheh :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;20. Name all the different cities/towns you’ve lived in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hyderabad, Hindon, Chandigarh, Suratgarh, New Delhi, Mumbai(at present) :D &lt;br /&gt;owing to my dad's Air Force posting &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;21. Favorite sports to watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cricket 'I eat ,sleep, drink Cricket' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; I watch soccer, tennis, F1 tooo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;22. One nice thing about the person who sent this to you? &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Amazing writer &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;23. What’s under your bed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My memory boxes &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; my tennis, badminton and table tennis bats &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;24. Would you like to be born as yourself again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; oohhh yesss &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;25. Morning person, or night owl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Night own, my brains doesn't work in day light &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Over easy, or sunny side up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anything would do &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;27. Favorite place to relax?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In front of my tv &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;28. Favorite pie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Well, the first thing that pops in my mind hearing the word pie is 'American Pie' &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite ice cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chocolate, Chocolate, Chocolate all the way &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;30. Of all the people you tagged this to, who’s most likely to respond first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am not tagging anyone, whoever is interested can take it up &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tag really tested my patience, thank god it's finally over&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; :D:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-6605005687455674087?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/6605005687455674087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=6605005687455674087' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6605005687455674087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6605005687455674087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/04/30-questions-looooooooooooooong-tag.html' title='30 Questions Looooooooooooooong tag'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-6202333906047209652</id><published>2008-04-17T22:25:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-19T16:01:13.776+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cricket'/><title type='text'>$$   IPL   $$</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since I have written about my First Love i.e &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cricket&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th of April, 2008 marks another Chapter in the game's history &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPL 'Indian Premium League' starts from today and has got everybody talking about it for all the good and the bad reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a day has come when I wont have tears in my eyes after if I see Sachin getting out for a duck or Pathan been thrashed for 70 runs. I wont be biting my nails in a close finish nor would I be sad when my team loses.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IL be sitting back and enjoying all the matches, after the T-20 World Cup we already know the kind of adrenal rush, this format of the game brings. And IPL promises the same, with some of the best players fighting it out in the middle. &lt;br /&gt;It would be quite a site watching Sachin and Jayasuria open for Mumbai Indians, Dhoni batting against Ishan, Shreeshant,Pathan, Brett Lee bowling for Mohali's 11 Kings, Ganguly facing Harbhajan. Would definitely be a treat to watch &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would also give the Local players a chance to shine and learn from their much experienced team mates, IPL would act as a platform from where they can dawn the India Cap, plus the amount of money they getting is bonus.&lt;br /&gt;Talking of money, after looking at the player auctions the moolah involved is really astonishing, it seemed as if the corporate world has gone nutts over IPL :D, every body from big corporate house to film stars like Shahrukh kahn and Preity Zinta wanted a piece of it. Making debutants like Ishan Sharma Millionaires over night, the Monkey controversy fetched Symonds more money that his Captain Ricky Ponting and Dhoni ended up getting more money that Sachin, Ganguly, Dravid. It seemed as if a bunch of people who had zero knowledge about team composition went bizark fetching players based on their Brand value and popularity as against their requirement in the team line up. &lt;br /&gt;Well what is done is done, I hope next time they do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPL was launched by the BCCI to cut ICL 'Indian Cricket League', it also went on to banning the players who played for ICL. Though  ICL wasn't much of a success but still managed to make a mark. And with all the buzz surrounding the IPL, its the BCCI who is making stacks of money. Its their greedy of money which has lead to putting media restrictions and as a result of which, IPL is been boycotted by many parties. BCCI is acting as a giant crushing everything that comes in its way. &lt;br /&gt;But, I wonder how long can they dominate cause they are loosing respect and support day after day with its antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day its the players who will run the show and its them whom we care about and enchant slogans for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supporting King's 11 Punjab, cause its my home team plus Shreesant, Yuvraj, Pathan, Brett Lee are in it :) &lt;br /&gt;So its time to pick by your loyalties and get down to battle of another kind &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-6202333906047209652?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/6202333906047209652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=6202333906047209652' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6202333906047209652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/6202333906047209652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/04/ipl.html' title='$$   IPL   $$'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-5980215373165803843</id><published>2008-04-17T11:44:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-17T15:19:23.796+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Uptown Girl - Westlife</title><content type='html'>This is called a typical Pop Song :D:D&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite Westlife Songs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJ4rA2iLB2k&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJ4rA2iLB2k&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original was sung by Billy Joel :)&lt;br /&gt;And thanks a lot you guys, my iPod is working now :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-5980215373165803843?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/5980215373165803843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=5980215373165803843' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/5980215373165803843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/5980215373165803843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/04/uptown-girl-westlife.html' title='Uptown Girl - Westlife'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-8088799749811205522</id><published>2008-04-16T17:44:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-19T15:56:13.133+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Can't think of a Title</title><content type='html'>A few days back at 12 at night, I came across the first episode of the first season of F.R.I.E.N.D.S (yUP, I had nothing better to do :) ,it filled me with nostalgia of all the years iv been watching them. The characters have somehow grown up after all the ups and downs that they have gone through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;That gives me hope 'that some day I will grow up too'&lt;/span&gt; LoOL &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/02/uk-dvd/images/stills/friends-season1-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/02/uk-dvd/images/stills/friends-season1-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS is one of my all time favorite tv shows, hats of to the script writers how made every episode simply perfect and a delite to watch. The actors added the spark   and we had one of the greatest tv shows ever. &lt;br /&gt;As for the characters, we all have similarities with them, I think I am a mixture of Chandler and Ross ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Teme who you are and leme know whom you think me to be :D :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-8088799749811205522?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/8088799749811205522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=8088799749811205522' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/8088799749811205522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/8088799749811205522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/04/cant-think-of-title.html' title='Can&apos;t think of a Title'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-5340869199608410575</id><published>2008-04-11T21:28:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:27:31.675+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World events'/><title type='text'>Tibet -the larger picutre # 2</title><content type='html'>Come this August and curtain from yet another Olympic games will be raised, this time the host is Beijing,China. And the focus of the entire world will be on it. It will also mark a curtain raiser for China. &lt;br /&gt;The current unrest in China's backyard is aimed at disrupting China's showcase into the world. It is aimed at defacing China at the world stage but doing so will also disturb the sanctity of the games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe that Sports and Politics should be treated differently. Yesterday the pro-Tibetan parties have out a warning about kidnapping and  killing athletes. Something like this was shocking cause innocent lives will be at stake. Athletes will become mere puppets in the hands of their governments who cant back out reason being risking bad relation with China and if they go ahead a threat to their lives would loom over them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athletes prepare day in and day out for the Olympics, and when it comes down to this kind of conflict. The games no longer are about them but about dirty politics and hidden agendas which takes away the glory of Olympics. &lt;br /&gt;Olympics are about victories and cheers and among all the present tensions I have my doubts on its spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news reads that Kiran Bedi, Rahul Gandhi, Baichun Bhutia have refused carring the Olympic torch. They all have personal reasons for the same but according to me it sends a wrong signal out. World over the pro-Tibetan lobbies have attached the Olympic torch and due to the same reason back home the torch relay is cut down to only 3 km in New Delhi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These events make me sad cause targeting the Olympics and creating violence wont do any good to anyone but it would create more tensions and bad blood between the two parties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am not here to take sides, nor I intend to change your opinion about the same and may be I got some facts wrong but this is something which I have comprehended and I think is right. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-5340869199608410575?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/5340869199608410575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=5340869199608410575' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/5340869199608410575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/5340869199608410575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/04/tibet-larger-picutre-2.html' title='Tibet -the larger picutre # 2'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-8098842057774155083</id><published>2008-04-11T19:20:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:37:01.475+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World events'/><title type='text'>Tibet -  the larger picture # 1</title><content type='html'>China's economy is growing at a rate of 10% for almost a decade, the global markets are flooded by everything '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Made in China&lt;/span&gt;' from toys to electronics and because of its low cost, is has lead to Job cuts and closure of many industries world wide. China is ruthless when is comes to competing with their counter-parts. This makes China a big threat to biggies and has lead to the seeding of mass scale hatred against China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is evident from world wide protests against China after the recent Lhasa riots and a wave of Tibetan uprising, the western media to some extent is biased towards Tibet and has at times painted an incorrect picture of the events which are actually happening in the region. The riots in Lhasa by pro-Tibet supporters lead to mass scale destruction of property and killing of innocent civilians too. Some elements in the Tibetan freedom struggle are resorting to wrong methods for seeking their demands. The world wide support for its cause it just fueling their ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tibet wants an autonomous control and the all the power in its own hands, this brings us back home to Kashmir, where the demands are the same but are we ready to give up Kashmir??&lt;br /&gt;I guess not, so how do you expect China to give up its claim on Tibet.&lt;br /&gt;May be I not aware of things and hard facts, maybe my judgment is  wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not siding with China here, but the recent protests have sparked doubts in my mind about the involvement of external elements who are using Tibet as a shoulder to fire their gun. A lot of countries are jealous of China's growth and secretly aiding Tibet for their own political gains.&lt;br /&gt;No country will openly condemn China for its acts and support Tibet cause doing so means straining relations with Beijing which would be like stabbing itself in the stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact Dharamshala houses Tibet's government in exile since 1959, but New Delhi never recognized it as legitimate.Then also Tibet is one of the major reasons of the bad taste of affairs between the two countries. And in the present scenario considering China's might, New Delhi seems to be in a fix about how to handle the situation. Till now India has taken a cordial approach but soon it will have to take a decision about the future course of action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-8098842057774155083?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/8098842057774155083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=8098842057774155083' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/8098842057774155083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/8098842057774155083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/04/tibet-larger-picture-1.html' title='Tibet -  the larger picture # 1'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-469783494324131165</id><published>2008-04-10T22:54:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-10T23:26:49.187+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-------'/><title type='text'>Swirl :P</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was sitting in front of my college facing the cricket ground, suddenly a friend of mine pointed out towards a Swirl bringing up. We watched it built and its collapse in a gap of a few minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Swirl is build up by sudden change of the wind direction causing a twisted motion, which rises up and then collapses after a few minutes when the normal conditions prevail&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LoOLzz&lt;/span&gt;, I am not giving any gyaan here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday something really unexpected happened to me which was like a roller coaster ride twisting  me all around &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; but after some time the nausea ended &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This omen '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the swirl&lt;/span&gt;' taught me one thing that, things happen when you have least expected them. No matter how you plan things or how stable your life seen to be. Life always has the last laugh. &lt;br /&gt;It always shows you &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'Whos's the boss'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BTW&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My results are out :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a ton for all the wishes , I did good :):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-469783494324131165?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/469783494324131165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=469783494324131165' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/469783494324131165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/469783494324131165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/04/swirl-p.html' title='Swirl :P'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-3141834769753507338</id><published>2008-04-09T19:54:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:49:59.143+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>Wrong decisions And No Regrets :)</title><content type='html'>After tons and tons of wrong decisions that I'v made I can easily call myself the queen of wrong decisions. LoOLzz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starter, &lt;br /&gt;I am doing the wrong course (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;though I emencely enjoying do it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the wrong College (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;though I have a gala time out their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I trusted the wrong people &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;at least now I know whom to trust and whom not to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked with the wrong people (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;though learned to tackle stuff&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;Made Friends with the wrong people( &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;though the time spent with them wasn't that bad&lt;/span&gt; )    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;I don't regret any of them, these were my own decisions '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;with a few external forces acting :D'&lt;/span&gt; and I take full responsibility for them too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Somewhere&lt;/span&gt; these decisions were a great vehicle for me to learn important lessons of life. They were pretty hard to digest at the beginning but now I won't have had them any other way &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given a chance to backtrack on any of them, I would take a pass &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;btw &lt;/span&gt; my result is tomorrow (Alisha and Express's too ) so wish us Luck &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-3141834769753507338?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/3141834769753507338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=3141834769753507338' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/3141834769753507338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/3141834769753507338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/04/wrong-decisions-and-no-regrets.html' title='Wrong decisions And No Regrets :)'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203174315998441908.post-2226795536600708183</id><published>2008-04-08T11:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-08T11:54:41.427+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Wind of Change - Scorpions</title><content type='html'>This song is currently engraved in my mind :)&lt;br /&gt;I practically hear it all day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/taVW8Kv2HcQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/taVW8Kv2HcQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203174315998441908-2226795536600708183?l=writingpad02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/feeds/2226795536600708183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203174315998441908&amp;postID=2226795536600708183' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2226795536600708183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203174315998441908/posts/default/2226795536600708183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingpad02.blogspot.com/2008/04/wind-of-change-scorpions.html' title='Wind of Change - Scorpions'/><author><name>AG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04282092401309947729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuOMdaVR99A/Sx1gMMD7olI/AAAAAAAAATw/KKhOJhtnZoQ/S220/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
