<?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-24997287</id><updated>2012-01-11T13:43:38.351-08:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='list'/><category term='gyaan'/><category term='Jugaad'/><category term='Pursuit'/><category term='Terrorism'/><category term='change'/><category term='Random Wehlapanti'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='Vodafone'/><category term='Bad Book'/><category term='Abstract'/><category term='2012'/><category term='Recession'/><category term='perfect'/><category term='travel'/><category term='rat race'/><category term='Fucking Matt Damon'/><category term='Life 2010'/><category term='A Sunny Shady Life'/><category term='6th sense'/><category term='Internet Bragging'/><category term='Abstract Blogging'/><category term='future'/><category term='story'/><category term='recovery'/><category term='Book Review'/><category term='Internet'/><category term='Volunteerism'/><category term='senseless'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Employee woh hai'/><category term='Genius'/><category term='work rants'/><category term='Life 2011'/><category term='world'/><category term='What not to read'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='Stinger Returns'/><category term='ideas'/><category term='time'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Free book'/><category term='aura'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='bell&apos;s palsy'/><category term='ultimate question'/><category term='Sirius going Serious :P'/><category term='moving on'/><category term='Harsha Bhogle'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Clicker'/><category term='race'/><category term='Rakhi Sawant'/><category term='Ingridients of happiness'/><category term='Nature Power'/><title type='text'>Dayz of my Life</title><subtitle type='html'>A lost gamer , wanna b writer , ping pong addict , hopeless dreamer who s living the dream OO but WTF was the dream anyways ;)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-2553154663354513394</id><published>2012-01-11T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T13:43:38.369-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jugaad'/><title type='text'>JUGAAD</title><content type='html'>2012 seems to be an year of promise unlike my jinxed year ,2011.It is the first time i dont have any resolutions :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I think i have found my calling in life!!!! - I plan to propagate the understanding and effectiveness of JUGAAD in the world of business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to an article in ET, 81% of Indian businessmen said jugaad was the key reason for their success. I can see their logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean look at the odds. My laptop had the following problems : Screen not working , CD ROM gone , no battery and last but definitely not the least , WINDOWS got corrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think to my self , I have had it worse and then i realized all i had with me was : 1 Knife (sharp) and a pirated Win XP boot CD. No i had not had it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if there is one thing i ve learned in life it is this : Jugaad is not just a shortcut or quick clever solution, it is a way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if I can get my god-forbidden, bed-ridden ,on a death roll laptop working in just over an hour with just a knife and a 5 year old CD , U can do almost everything in life. Just follow the JUGAAD way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Too much of B school essays can do this to you :D&lt;br /&gt;P.P.s: Goldspot rocks.. Its been so long since i have heard such great muzik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-2553154663354513394?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2553154663354513394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=2553154663354513394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/2553154663354513394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/2553154663354513394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2012/01/jugaad.html' title='JUGAAD'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-5400846210257328947</id><published>2011-11-23T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T21:32:45.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life 2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Where is my Totem</title><content type='html'>Lately I have observed a new thing about me: I have started trying too hard. I dont know how or why but somewhere down the road, I changed. Maybe it was my subconscious attempt to overcome or even compensate for BP but even after it was gone, my habit of trying too hard remained. Even writing, that to a certain extent came to me naturally , became more of a mechanical process.  I have started taking everything too seriously.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all need our "Totems" and constantly keep on re-discovering them (For the unenlightened ones who are too busy to watch the masterpieces by the likes of Christopher Nolan or Tarantino , please watch Inception :). Totem is that "something stable" in your life that keeps it real. It could be anything from family to feeling passionately about something. I used to think that a Totem has a lot to do with that adrenaline rush or those moments when you feel the ultimate high but now i feel that its role is more continuous than that. Your Totem is not really something that you will feel when you jump out of a plane or after winning an almost impossible-to-win match. More than its presence , i think you can feel its absence. For instance not playing TT for long or not reading something inspiring in a long time, gives me this feeling that something is not right or something is missing. The feeling is different from not being a part of the routine that you were used to. Routines change and we adapt but the absence of Totem will ensure that you are unable to adapt. Its like a Superhero's sidekick that the Superhero can't do away with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, the reason i have been trying too hard is to find more Totems  in my life and that process has impacted almost everything i do. However ,I feel that this makes it worse. You cannot find something like that by searching it like a Gollum and calling it "my precious" , you gotta let it come to you. That's the only way. As cheezy as it may sound , its "a lot like love", You gotta let it find you (I am as Original as they come and YES, I have been watching a lot of romcoms lately).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe , relax , chill. Taking everything too seriously is only gonna destroy the journey and by my experiences , its ALWAYS the journey that counts in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-5400846210257328947?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5400846210257328947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=5400846210257328947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/5400846210257328947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/5400846210257328947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2011/11/where-is-my-totem.html' title='Where is my Totem'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-6246284323005319152</id><published>2011-10-24T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T09:25:15.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life 2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bell&apos;s palsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Finally Bell's Palsy doesn't Bother me anymore :)</title><content type='html'>I wrote these entries long back, after being diagnosed with Bell's Palsy . Today i feel i m finally comfortable putting it here. Hopefully it will give someone strength to go through it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It all started two days back ,  December  1&lt;sup&gt;st &lt;/sup&gt;2010, Day1: There is a weird sensation on my tongue and I simply can’t move my nose to the left side of my face. After a few hours I realized that my lips were also drooling. The whole day I was under the impression that I might have eaten something and it’s an allergy because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day2: I woke up feeling even worse. Whatever little facial movement I had yesterday was gone. Still sure that it was just a minor allergy, I went to a doctor. After a minute of examining me, he simply told me that I had facial nerve paralysis, better known as Bell ’s palsy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I  am 25 and have lived a healthy life for the major part of my life. A  term like paralysis was enough to put me on panic mode. By the evening  of day two , the severity of the paralysis was getting more and more  evident. I was not even able to completely close my left eye and while  smiling only one side of my face moved , making me look like Two-face  from Batman. I had a few hours before my visit to a neurologist. So i  ended up on internet and wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closest anything that  came to my symptoms was Bell's Palsy. Everything matched. The statistics  said that 1 in 65 can get this , but i just couldn't believe something  like this would happen to me.  But now i know better.The neurologist ,  as expected , told me that i had Bell s palsy and gave me a course of  steroids (For ref:Wysolone-10 40mgx3,30mgx3,20mgx3,10mgx3 and 5mgx3 with  vitamins).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is day 3 ,I know this will stay with me for  sometime and the situation is getting worse. I am starting this blog to  make a journal of these days , for anyone else in same situation and for  myself to read someday later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am realizing today that  everything we take for granted, is a privilege. After losing my smile ,  literally , I know the value of being able to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="date-outer"&gt;&lt;div class="date-posts"&gt;&lt;div class="post-outer"&gt;&lt;div class="post hentry"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5336139173896619434"&gt; When all this started , I was sure that it is temporary. It cant happen  to me for long. Today is day 6 and i am starting to accept it. I guess  acceptance is the 1st step towards a good recovery or at least getting  over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest problem is the eye. Always keeps on getting  watery and strained. I am applying regular eye drops but they dnt help  much after a while. I can only move my left cheek a little , all other  sensation in the left side of my face is now gone :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its all about keeping a positive mindset.&lt;br /&gt;I once used to say this often ; "Look at the bright side"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This too has a bright side.With all the time , now I can finally get around scoring 780 in gmat and get my mba over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day9&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;Is it too weird to be so excited when you are down with Bell's Palsy?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very happy today simply because of all the wonderful people out there , esp at this &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/pages/Being-brave-with-Bells-Palsy/115529021800705"&gt;fb community&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  have always been a big advocate of social networking but never before  yesterday did i realize how important it really is. Sometimes , all we  are looking for is a small push or just someone , who has been in a  similar situation , to say that "it's gonna be allright".To read their  stories and to share their pain is a very moving experience and I highly  recommend it. Infact , I think its highly addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also do check out these videos (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/kibbitron#p/a/u/0/yURcxZ4J14M"&gt;Video1 &lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UzlNgdTURW4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Video2&lt;/a&gt;) . They are a strong testament to what human spirit is all about and the most important thing i got from them is  HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which  brings me to the first line of this post. Is it too weird to be so  excited when you are down with Bell's Palsy? - I am excited because i am  full of hope. I know its going to be alright and i can't wait :) . I am  , like so many others , grateful to Bell's Palsy , for it is the  strongest reminder i have ever got about how important it is to take  care of yourself and how unexpected life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cliched as it may  sound , i do believe in those forward mails that come in your inbox  sometimes. Something like - " Go out live , jump , dance , do one thing  that scares u , try , challenge , fight , win , lose , cry , laugh ,  laugh till you cry , make mistakes." Do any of it or all of it but dont  stop from anything just because you got BP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates:&lt;br /&gt;There is a  little pain that has started creeping in near my ear and cheek bones.  From others experience , i read that it happens to quite a few of us.  Still, i am planning to get a second opinion on how things are  progressing.  The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;infamous&lt;/span&gt; eye  twitching is here now. It's kinda irritating but the bright side says  that if it goes on like this , atleast I can use this as an excuse to  wink at cute girls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing i discovered is the Power of  Bubble gum. Chew any gum at least a day and it ll do the massage for you  even while you are at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;Day 13,End of Steroids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had held the image of being these super scary and harmful  medicines in my mind. After researching heavily into it , the image has  only gotten stronger. Of course they get rid of the problem but  prolonged usage of steroids have such scary side effects that its just  better to avoid them if possible. Today , as i took the last tablet of  my prescribed dosage , i was really glad that my course of steroids is  done for now.  I will continue to take vitamin supplements esp V B12.  since they  really beneficial for the nerves without much harmful  effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update : &lt;blockquote&gt;Things always go worse before they get better&lt;/blockquote&gt;I  think my rock bottom in terms of the nerve damage has been hit and slow  signs of recovery are on the way. There is some sensation back on parts  of my tongue and there is slight ,very limited , movement in my left  cheek. If only there was a solution to this supersonic hearing , i would  be in bliss :p .Though on the bright side , I can always gear up as a  superhero who specializes in eavesdropping by his left ear :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  am actually surprised how less this bothers me now. In fact not only has  there been no affect on my schedule , but i have also become more  focused towards my life goals. There were a few things that i had been  procrastinating for a very long period of time and now due to Bells  Palsy , I think i am going to do better than i would ve originally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  Haven't posted here in a while and not a lot has happened either.&lt;br /&gt;After  consulting with another neurologist , i decided to go for physiotherapy  and electric simulation. It aint as scary as it sounds.Kind of fun  actually. Slowly and slowly i do feel there is some change but it still  aint enough to be quantifiable. The research data seems to be  inconclusive to decide whether it will help or not but I still thought  of giving it a shot. Maybe i just wanted to feel that i am trying to get  it right and not just accepting this and moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye is still  a pain but kind of getting used to now. The pain behind the ear and  cheek bones , is gone. Maybe the nerves are recovering or maybe not.  Hopefully something quantifiable will happen soon :)&lt;br /&gt;Cheerz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back , the only regret i have from my treatment is the electric simulation. Dont Go for it.There is a lot of synkinesis or residual effect left on me but thats on very few things and hardly bothers me anymore. Everything else is awesome in the lala land :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-6246284323005319152?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6246284323005319152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=6246284323005319152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/6246284323005319152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/6246284323005319152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/finally-bells-palsy-doesnt-bother-me.html' title='Finally Bell&apos;s Palsy doesn&apos;t Bother me anymore :)'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-1185046209684227445</id><published>2011-10-24T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T22:54:34.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My bundle of Sunshine</title><content type='html'>is here :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how different i would or rather should feel now..Will definitely look back at this time smday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-1185046209684227445?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1185046209684227445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=1185046209684227445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/1185046209684227445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/1185046209684227445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-bundle-of-sunshine.html' title='My bundle of Sunshine'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-8737893370839161914</id><published>2011-09-17T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T02:40:12.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Jinxed Year???</title><content type='html'>After a very long time today i thought , "I could get used to this life". Things are finally starting to look bright , could this finally be the end of my Jinxed year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-8737893370839161914?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8737893370839161914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=8737893370839161914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/8737893370839161914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/8737893370839161914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/end-of-jinxed-year.html' title='End of Jinxed Year???'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-6937552756276491290</id><published>2011-07-31T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T11:12:03.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfect'/><title type='text'>The very best last message ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&amp;amp;v=lLbWoaoDh-4"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-6937552756276491290?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-3174855750630953030</id><published>2011-06-26T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T02:22:18.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Genius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gyaan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultimate question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pursuit'/><title type='text'>The Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Circumventing combinatorial explosion via advanced pattern matching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might not be the answer to all the important questions that we may ask over the course of our lives but this is definitely the key to it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-3174855750630953030?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3174855750630953030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=3174855750630953030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/3174855750630953030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/3174855750630953030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/genius.html' title='The Genius'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-4889476515890086306</id><published>2011-06-03T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T14:18:52.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are all human :(</title><content type='html'>Sadly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-4889476515890086306?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4889476515890086306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=4889476515890086306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/4889476515890086306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/4889476515890086306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-are-all-human.html' title='We are all human :('/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-7392090051823126172</id><published>2011-05-17T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T13:56:51.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Wehlapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life 2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><title type='text'>Past . Present . Future.</title><content type='html'>Standing on the edge of the change which i always wanted , I still look back at things.  I know the future has great things in store but then why is it that I still feel like hanging on to the past.  Just completed 1 year in my new(really?) company and this year has by far been the fastest year of my life. I mean if i think back 1 year , i can literally remember everything in detail but in between there is a huge blur.Contradiction is what completes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m stretching between my desire to live the past and to  run into the future , while effortlessly fucking up my present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Stephen hawking , to travel in future we just need to move really , really fast. I do not know why , but that i can relate to that very well. I am , in a way , traveling through time , back and forth , and surprisingly i dont like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-7392090051823126172?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7392090051823126172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=7392090051823126172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/7392090051823126172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/7392090051823126172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/past-present-future.html' title='Past . Present . Future.'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-2626703720610225584</id><published>2011-04-16T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T13:24:32.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprised</title><content type='html'>I know i am not good with understanding people but this was a shocker.&lt;br /&gt;I have never been so off the mark about someone. Hopefully i ll learn something here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-2626703720610225584?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2626703720610225584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=2626703720610225584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/2626703720610225584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/2626703720610225584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/surprised.html' title='Surprised'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-3352737130361022748</id><published>2011-04-10T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T07:35:19.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Udaan</title><content type='html'>Subah ki kirno ko rokein jo salaakhein hai kahan&lt;br /&gt;Jo khayalon pe pehre daale woh aankhein hai kahan&lt;br /&gt;Par khulne ki deri hai parinde udh ke choomenge&lt;br /&gt;Aasman aasman aasman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahani khatam hai ya shuruwaat hone ke hai (hone ke hai)&lt;br /&gt;Subha nayi hai yeh ya phir raat hone ko hai (hone ke hai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second song i ve ever heard that stirs so many things inside me that i feel unable to express it. Starting fresh , even with the scars , it Feels good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-3352737130361022748?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3352737130361022748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=3352737130361022748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/3352737130361022748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/3352737130361022748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/udaan.html' title='Udaan'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-3899603020623541438</id><published>2011-03-06T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T10:31:53.226-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><title type='text'>Closest Purpose</title><content type='html'>I have always been fascinated by Universe, its origin and more importantly its meaning.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a man of detail but a man of story. I am not destined to be a scientist but a theorist.&lt;br /&gt;I hope whenever i tell a story , it involves the eternal cosmic question.   WHY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-3899603020623541438?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3899603020623541438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=3899603020623541438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/3899603020623541438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/3899603020623541438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/closest-purpose.html' title='Closest Purpose'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-1955182129995336574</id><published>2011-03-06T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T09:57:10.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it.</title><content type='html'>Gandhi had the wisdom to see beyond the normal.&lt;br /&gt;Just realized another meaning after watching this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17jymDn0W6U&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-1955182129995336574?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1955182129995336574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=1955182129995336574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/1955182129995336574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/1955182129995336574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/whatever-you-do-will-be-insignificant.html' title='Whatever you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it.'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-6191739404717635439</id><published>2011-02-15T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T19:49:09.011-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stinger Returns'/><title type='text'>The Battle within..</title><content type='html'>There are only few times in my life when i have fought ... bloody hard with myself to achieve something. At times i do think i have gotten things easy in life but its these battles i remember the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few i lost and a few i won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any fight with yourself is not an exciting movie sequence but a slow  boring monotonous day repeated day after day where your passions fuel  your decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire is raging again. My average results have started to hurt again. I need to achieve something to give myself more meaning. I cannot stay still anymore. My satisfaction was an illusion.Its time to start again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to revoke what i really am. The unsatisfied one..... STINGER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-6191739404717635439?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6191739404717635439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=6191739404717635439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/6191739404717635439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/6191739404717635439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2011/02/battle-within.html' title='The Battle within..'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-2194253653547142958</id><published>2011-02-12T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T11:41:58.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rat race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race'/><title type='text'>When I was a kid...</title><content type='html'>I used to think about life and the possibilities used to blow me away. Slowly and slowly i started liking what i had and got greedy. I felt that if i loose this little everything will be lost. Change started looking like the biggest enemy. The dreadful sinking feeling kept on coming whenever there was talk about any change. I forgot how i used to be when i was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day i felt like a king because i was the best at playing Tekken3 in my whole sector. Those small things made so much difference in my life. They meant everything to me and I was complete in myself. I dont know why , i dont know how but something in me changed while i was in preparing to be a part of the rat race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before engineering , i too like so many other aspirants started running without knowing why. We ran and we ran like hell. Overcoming so many obstacles , tests , study sessions and fought to take a place in the prestigious IIT. I like most of my friends lost that race :) But the race stayed in me. From a kid who was absolute , i transformed into a boy who s afraid. Afraid of taking the next step , afraid of trying unconventional , afraid of admitting the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today , after a long long time , i feel that change is good. If anything , it makes u get closer to your real self.It makes u get closer to the time when you were a kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-2194253653547142958?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2194253653547142958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=2194253653547142958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/2194253653547142958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/2194253653547142958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-i-was-kid.html' title='When I was a kid...'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-6464603114245913804</id><published>2010-12-30T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T10:00:03.023-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Goodbye 2010 :s</title><content type='html'>2010 was an year of a lot of things but most importantly for me it was an year of change.So many things changed , just so many. As the year ends , I feel i am going in my hibernation phase and before i do that i would like to jot down to maybe see later what 2010 was for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jan &lt;/span&gt;- Mad rush to change the Job , GMAT , Travian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feb &lt;/span&gt;- Interviews , interviews and more interviews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May &lt;/span&gt;- Offers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April &lt;/span&gt;- Moving on from aricent and nostalgia about amazing life in Aricent really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May &lt;/span&gt;- Moving to the new job , apparently new life.Scared about the End of Table Tennis :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June &lt;/span&gt;- End of Travian. Travian was like a bad breakup , we had so many fights that it just wasnt going to work :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July &lt;/span&gt;- I cant remember but think I must have saved the world and removed the whole month from my memory for the greater good :) Yeah thats my plan to justify my sad memory. Added Later : I just remembered my highlight of that whole month was that I gave GMAT.Yeah that right , my life is all thrills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August &lt;/span&gt;- Bday , Parties and mad spending's/shoppings :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sept &lt;/span&gt;- GOA. There were 5 of us. Me "The Retired One" , Bhutani "The Nangeshwar Baba" (We even came up with his advertising campaign : "Kam Kapde Zyada sach"), Hari "The Landeshwar Baba", Sanan "The WannaB "1"" and finally Ramu as the evergreen , super powerfull "Boki Baba"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oct &lt;/span&gt;- Contemplation about the Bakar to be written in Bschool Applications and Winning EXL's TT tournament. Surprising even in such a small place , I was being considered the underdog and i loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nov &lt;/span&gt;- Extra Contemplation about the Bakar :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dec &lt;/span&gt;- End of Greatest hits :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact that i can no more crack 25+ oldies jokes and i could only do 2 out of my 7 last years resolutions (the most boring ones), i dont have much complains. I feel a lot is on the verge of changing and after a very long period of time , I am looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had time to think abt my resolutions , so i ll let the thinking part slip to 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;P.s: Lazlo Bane - Superman (scrubs theme song) really worth listening to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-6464603114245913804?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6464603114245913804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=6464603114245913804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/6464603114245913804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/6464603114245913804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2010/12/goodbye-2010-s.html' title='Goodbye 2010 :s'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-7963109131872320755</id><published>2010-12-20T19:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T19:20:08.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Greatest Hits</title><content type='html'>And this is how the greatest hits came to an end ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-7963109131872320755?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7963109131872320755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=7963109131872320755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/7963109131872320755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/7963109131872320755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2010/12/greatest-hits.html' title='Greatest Hits'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-3631798004375117402</id><published>2010-08-01T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T12:37:21.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>720 :|</title><content type='html'>There is a particular feeling that creeps in when after having been associated with something for a long time , one finally has to move on. Be it a long mission that finally got over , a project that got deliver , a long book that you fell in love with or a preparation schedule for a test that keeps you on your toes for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when finally the long race is over , you realize that race has become a part of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that i take from this marathon is the guilt of not addressing the end speed issue which costed me the treasured 750 mark :P&lt;br /&gt;I still have a hunch that i might have to come back to this race , to win it , to beat it , once again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-3631798004375117402?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3631798004375117402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=3631798004375117402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/3631798004375117402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/3631798004375117402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/720.html' title='720 :|'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-6811078091302263118</id><published>2010-06-23T11:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T11:18:54.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'Anonymous'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;/b/ is what Ellsworth Toohey wanted to B.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-6811078091302263118?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6811078091302263118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=6811078091302263118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/6811078091302263118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/6811078091302263118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/anonymous.html' title='The &apos;Anonymous&apos;'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-585002043839691791</id><published>2010-06-17T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T15:17:57.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6th sense'/><title type='text'>6th sense</title><content type='html'>At times when I am dreaming and just before i wake up , the dream sequence somehow merges into the existing reality. Like if there is a phone about to ring then the dream automatically shifts into a sequence where something like the sound of phone is perfectly present in the dream too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think there s something like 6th sense , aura , energy or whatever that can sense surroundings and send messages to our brain. How wonderful it would be to understand and maybe use such ability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10150205448435521&amp;amp;oid=188577927099"&gt;This can be a good example&lt;/a&gt; if its not a staged version.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; (sry cdnt attach it on external link and i feel too lazy to download/upload it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-585002043839691791?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/585002043839691791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=585002043839691791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/585002043839691791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/585002043839691791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/6th-sense.html' title='6th sense'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-8078914396330288798</id><published>2010-06-15T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T09:18:59.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Wehlapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sirius going Serious :P'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Up and Down</title><content type='html'>Life according to me is a great equalizer. It has its own ways of making sure that your emotions are balanced. If you feel sad with the sadness quotient = 0.3 on a scale of 0 to 1(with 0 being you are happy , 0.5 is bored and lonely and 1 being you haven't played a game in ages :() and are sad for say 3 days i.e 0.3X3=0.9 , so according to my childhood notion you should stay extremely happy with the happiness quotient of 0.9 (with 0 being you are sad , 0.5 being you getting a new job and 1 being you becoming your boss's boss :p) for one full day ie 0.9X1 =0.9.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it sounds too easy to quantify emotions and other intangibles as such like this but on a longer run i am sure this is the way things get adjusted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you are sad for too long , someday great happiness will come for short duration and vice-a-versa. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Only change is constant :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-8078914396330288798?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8078914396330288798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=8078914396330288798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/8078914396330288798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/8078914396330288798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/up-and-down.html' title='Up and Down'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-310986365046812851</id><published>2010-05-19T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:07:51.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stinger Returns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><title type='text'>I have to come back</title><content type='html'>I have to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Almost half the year has passed (with 1 major change though :) but so many resolutions left incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;I need the sense of urgency.&lt;br /&gt;I need my writing.&lt;br /&gt;I need my photography.&lt;br /&gt;I need my flying.&lt;br /&gt;I need the dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-310986365046812851?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/310986365046812851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=310986365046812851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/310986365046812851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/310986365046812851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-to-come-back.html' title='I have to come back'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-1504330899290567206</id><published>2009-12-13T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:25:24.630-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stinger Returns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ingridients of happiness'/><title type='text'>Resolutions 2010</title><content type='html'>Its been 10 years since 2000. A decade has passed since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tv&lt;/span&gt; was the "Big" thing , FRIENDS  was ending and i was realizing that Video Games is my passion for life.&lt;div&gt;2010 will always be special for many more reasons , so i am hoping that these resolutions will add onto that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)&lt;b&gt;Learn Guitar&lt;/b&gt; - Whenever a song is playing , Guitar is what i think stands out the most. Probably the most overused resolution of all time but in 2010 i ll "Learn Guitar".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) &lt;b&gt;Make A Documentary&lt;/b&gt; - Something tells me that this is the only unfinished resolution i have of 2009 and maybe there is still time left to complete it but in any case i ll make sure my documentary is there is 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)&lt;b&gt;Learn Photography&lt;/b&gt; - Photography for me was always a way for non-creative people to act creative. So its time i start acting like a true Engineer.(Added later : A lil photoshop is good too ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)&lt;b&gt;Write the Novel&lt;/b&gt; - The only resolution in 2009 which i could not complete.Although i did try a little on a &lt;a href="http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/timeless-love-story.html"&gt;short (read:over the edge science finction) story &lt;/a&gt;. A published author for the story in my head. "This is I.T.".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)&lt;b&gt;Sky Dive 2&lt;/b&gt; - Yea Baby , dunno how , dunno where but this year is for skydiving part2 ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)&lt;b&gt;Job 2&lt;/b&gt; - It's time.Also see below :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7)&lt;b&gt;Try to start own business&lt;/b&gt; - Be it any form , i ll give it a shot :) might not be fultime but will be there. Shares, stocks , franchises , IT new ideas lets see :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-1504330899290567206?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1504330899290567206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=1504330899290567206' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/1504330899290567206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/1504330899290567206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/resolutions-2010.html' title='Resolutions 2010'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-4898403869968064699</id><published>2009-09-06T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T13:13:37.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Wehlapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract Blogging'/><title type='text'>Live your dreams.</title><content type='html'>It is easier said than done. But what stops one from chasing his/her dreams. There s an ad which says "When you were a kid you wanted to be so many things , what happened to you now?".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This feels so true.Why are we dying in the daily rut of things? Forgetting what is really important to us.A sudden urge inside of me keeps on calling , asking me to fly , every now and then.I wonder why am i not , why am i so afraid of the unknown monster.I wanna step onto the unseen places , discover the whole world from my eyes.Backpack and not look back , till the time I feel satisfied with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answers lie within you and you ve known that for long now. So why is it that the desire to unearth them is not so strong anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish this for everyone as i wish it for myself "I hope we all go on and live our dreams."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-4898403869968064699?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4898403869968064699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=4898403869968064699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/4898403869968064699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/4898403869968064699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/live-your-dreams.html' title='Live your dreams.'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-5986044183628473571</id><published>2009-07-04T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:55:51.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stinger Returns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harsha Bhogle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fucking Matt Damon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Sunny Shady Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rakhi Sawant'/><title type='text'>What's common in  *Life Changing Mail* *Rakhi Sawant* *Fucking Matt Daemon* and *Harsha Bhogle*?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So i am back and here are the Updates :: Past couple of months flew down pretty fast.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; i have been doing crazy amount of work in office.My fear of "Real" coding is gone.Not much progress on writing a book front but just few minutes back came to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;knw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;a href="http://search.twitter.com/search?q=%23novelrace"&gt;novel race&lt;/a&gt;.It's a group of writers trying to finish their novels first which i think is a wonderful idea.I am hoping that this will give me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; kick on my "Bottom"(Too much British Sitcoms :P). My Table Tennis is still where it was 5 months back , all thanks to my rigidity in getting that "backhand flick topspin" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ofcourse&lt;/span&gt; my beer belly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like my Novel i keep on stalling my GMAT.At times this aimless running makes me wonder about the most important question of them all "WHY". But just as i start asking such questions ,things like "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rakhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sawant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Swyamwar&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/b&gt; starts airing on TV.Trust me when i say this , the expressions made by the people on that show can beat all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aamir&lt;/span&gt; khan's of this world.Seriously Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sawant&lt;/span&gt; is one person who will always be "disgusting and funny" without a zilch of effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Just when i thought i had seen it all , i received a mail which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; the following pics (&lt;b&gt;which indeed have changed my life&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCDQAaCmYWA/Sk_hZ25Pi1I/AAAAAAAAADM/CX8U1DTVk5U/s1600-h/5.gif"&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/_vCDQAaCmYWA/Sk_hZ25Pi1I/AAAAAAAAADM/CX8U1DTVk5U/s320/5.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354746316315396946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCDQAaCmYWA/Sk_hZkSDT1I/AAAAAAAAADE/NSdLuVL5whA/s1600-h/4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCDQAaCmYWA/Sk_hZkSDT1I/AAAAAAAAADE/NSdLuVL5whA/s320/4.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354746311319179090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCDQAaCmYWA/Sk_hZI76YOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Yfi0zSy5n2I/s1600-h/3.gif"&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/_vCDQAaCmYWA/Sk_hZI76YOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Yfi0zSy5n2I/s320/3.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354746303978561762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCDQAaCmYWA/Sk_hY_O7iWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YZOqTCjYnxM/s1600-h/2.gif"&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/_vCDQAaCmYWA/Sk_hY_O7iWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YZOqTCjYnxM/s320/2.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354746301373974882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCDQAaCmYWA/Sk_hYghGSmI/AAAAAAAAACs/yjUcCYu1zGQ/s1600-h/1.gif"&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/_vCDQAaCmYWA/Sk_hYghGSmI/AAAAAAAAACs/yjUcCYu1zGQ/s320/1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354746293128677986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really India TV did changed the way i look at everything.And If i ever kill my self , blame it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rajat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sharma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You cant miss him , he s the one who "Grills" everyone but maintains the second most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ridiculus&lt;/span&gt; hair style ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first one goes to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Harsha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Bhogle&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCDQAaCmYWA/Sk_k0d0XmHI/AAAAAAAAADU/MDNYzmpj0O4/s1600-h/h1.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCDQAaCmYWA/Sk_k0d0XmHI/AAAAAAAAADU/MDNYzmpj0O4/s320/h1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354750071975417970" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 284px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The super commentator recently pulled of a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Reshamiya&lt;/span&gt;" and turned into this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCDQAaCmYWA/Sk_k0jE5L3I/AAAAAAAAADc/lluvNriNM5c/s1600-h/h2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCDQAaCmYWA/Sk_k0jE5L3I/AAAAAAAAADc/lluvNriNM5c/s320/h2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354750073386905458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mean , Dude..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today After a long time, i watched the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ft3VxwEpbko&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Fucking Matt Daemon&lt;/a&gt; Video. For those of who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know , Jimmy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Kimell&lt;/span&gt; is a popular TV Anchor who has show "Jimmy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;kimell&lt;/span&gt; live" which airs on ABC in US.To cut the long story short ,at the end of the show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Kimmel&lt;/span&gt; used to thank his guests and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;say &lt;/span&gt;"Our apologies to Matt Damon , we ran out of time". A star like Matt Damon would never be scheduled to appear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;near&lt;/span&gt; the end of the show and be bumped on top of that, only that he did Bump M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;att&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;damon&lt;/span&gt; after inviting him in the end to his show in sept06. Damon in response made this video with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;kimell's&lt;/span&gt; long time girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it was scripted but the video is truly a piece of Art.Go watch it (Here's the link again for the super technically challenged ones &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ft3VxwEpbko &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; "&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now we come to our Title's Question , what really is common in 3 of these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The answer is simple ..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing , absolutely nothing at all :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-5986044183628473571?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5986044183628473571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=5986044183628473571' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/5986044183628473571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/5986044183628473571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-common-in-life-changing-mail.html' title='What&apos;s common in  *Life Changing Mail* *Rakhi Sawant* *Fucking Matt Daemon* and *Harsha Bhogle*?'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCDQAaCmYWA/Sk_hZ25Pi1I/AAAAAAAAADM/CX8U1DTVk5U/s72-c/5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-8630137897417749355</id><published>2009-04-14T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:15:19.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Satyam Bik gai :o</title><content type='html'>Finally after what felt like a million years , controlling shares in satyam were bought by Tech Mahindra for 352 m $  .I felt kinda relieved coz it seemed like th future of 48000 IT professionals was in jeopardy , which could have really screwed up life for IT services in India.Imagine a buffer of 48k ppl in mid of recession where freshers are already on 2 year waiting notices from company.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard some things like , some tenants were denied a place for rent after landlord heard they were from Satyam...Hopefully things will change for the better now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best of Luck guys :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-8630137897417749355?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8630137897417749355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=8630137897417749355' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/8630137897417749355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/8630137897417749355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/satyam-bik-gai-o.html' title='Satyam Bik gai :o'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-8632934689402334558</id><published>2009-04-02T11:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T03:01:33.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Wehlapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet Bragging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recession'/><title type='text'>Internet Bragging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Yeah I played Waldner once. I beat him. and Wang Hao and Ma Lin. And I bench press 800lbs and can dunk on LeBron James. Also I had sex with Angelina Jolie AND Brad Pitt and I make a million dollars an hour as a Lamborghini test driver&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The paragraph above is perhaps one of the best response to internet Bragging i have read in a long time.(Waldner is one of the greatest Legends of Ping Pong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of millions of pseudo wars fought on the internet , ever since net started.From the times of yahoo chatrooms having India Pakistan wars , to forums full of hate speeches one thing is always common , they all are full of "Internet Bragging".Back then it was usually some stereotypical IT nerds fighting over why Unix kicks Window's ass , usually in more colorful language than you can imagine , which still exists to a certain extent(If you dont believe me , just write a post saying "Windows Rule , Linux Sucks" and then see how soon you get hacked :P).Now its either some macho guy who claims that he eats 5humans like you for breakfast (Dont even get me started on his Lunch) or some multi Gazzilionaire who can buy Citicorp (By the looks of it , it might not be a Internet Brag item for long :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this makes me wonder , apart from the expected Ego boost what all can it provide.And what if the person actually starts believing what he is writing.What happens then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if majority of us start believing that - it ends up in Recession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and by the way, A.R Rehman usually asks me for tips on muzik ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-8632934689402334558?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8632934689402334558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=8632934689402334558' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/8632934689402334558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/8632934689402334558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/internet-bragging.html' title='Internet Bragging'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-1855992446007342091</id><published>2009-03-25T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:33:08.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Sunny Shady Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What not to read'/><title type='text'>A Little Sunny and a Very Very Shady life (Book Review)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not a book reviewer nor do I have any experience in that field but I do like reading a lot of books , so when I read this new book by “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; blogger” showed up on a bus stop in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;delhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; my curiosity and happiness were quite natural.The book is "A Sunny Shady life" and i have to confess the book makes your life very very shady :P After reading half of this book , I decided to put this on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ebay&lt;/span&gt; for half of price (even lesser if any of you interested).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have never been so disappointed by a book before. From start it feels like “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Atmkatha&lt;/span&gt;” of an extreme case of wannaB looser. Everything is highly exagerated but is still boring. To read even a couple of hundred pages it took me 4 days of extra effort and I always felt more irritated and more angry by the sheer stupidity of the author.I mean how bad can you really get man.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The book is the story of a Looser &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;delhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; chap who starts as a &lt;a href="http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/holidayzzzz-with-cyber-despos-and-jr.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Cyber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Despo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and later manages to get into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DCE&lt;/span&gt; (Delhi College of Engineering),due to which he becomes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; cool. Since in his great engineering college days he gets , I quote &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“name , fame and game (girls)” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I am serious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what he wrote)&lt;/span&gt;. After 5pt some1 , a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Chetan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bhagat&lt;/span&gt; clones have come up and I am usually happy to read them , because most of the time they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; trying to write something good.This time it was not the case.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It starts with an overconfident , arrogant future Sunny (the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;protagonist&lt;/span&gt;) who has everything from name in his college, to fame in his college ,to girls from his college (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;WAO&lt;/span&gt; ;).Then he tells the life of old “sunny the guinea” who was a total nerd.Endless boring description of his personal life and new found “sex life” , leaves the reader wondering if this kid never actually grew up.Even if there is little interest created by his trip plans , it is murdered by the author's habit of repeating his jargon and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;quest&lt;/span&gt; prize which i quote again &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;“name , fame and game (girls)”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;But not everything was bad about this book , although the cover was absolutely wannabe but still eye catching.Also , One chapter before the end was really good but it seemed like the whole book was tried and formed around that single chapter.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If 5pt some1 was the start of a cult , which told the real story of most engineers , this book has hit the rock bottom in being one of the worst books i have ever read. I will no longer pickup such books thinking it might just be worth it. Maybe this is what happens when you write just for the heck of it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All in all , read this book if you are looking for a headache and a waste of hundred bucks.On the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;other hand&lt;/span&gt; if you want to , take it from me , I might just give this crap to you for free.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And just to finish off this so-called review of mine , i give this book 1* /5 .The single star is for its ability to irritate any reader which makes it an apt gift for your enemies/boss/teachers or whomsoever you wanna kill :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.s:I was super pissed when I wrote it and still am but i feel justified ,since I had high hopes from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;blogger&lt;/span&gt; writing a novel but instead of some good novel all i got was a headache.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-1855992446007342091?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1855992446007342091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=1855992446007342091' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/1855992446007342091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/1855992446007342091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-sunny-and-very-very-shady-life.html' title='A Little Sunny and a Very Very Shady life (Book Review)'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-8233973606074225062</id><published>2009-03-03T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T03:26:27.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Wehlapanti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Employee woh hai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><title type='text'>Employee woh hai</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;My post on the Bashing of Barkha Dutt (Shoddy Journalism fame :P) and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Rajeev Masand (I sold my integrity fame) is taking it's due time , meanwhile i got across this nice little story.Give it a look:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none;"&gt;Employee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;color:olive;" &gt;woh hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;jo aksar  fasta hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;interviews  ke sawaal me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;badi  companiyon ke jal me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;boss aur  client ke bawaal me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;color:navy;" &gt;Employee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;color:olive;" &gt;woh hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;jise  intezaar hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;weekend  night par dhoom machane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;boss ke  chhuti par jane ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;increment  ki khabar aane ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;color:navy;" &gt;Employee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;color:olive;" &gt;woh hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;jo sochta  hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;kaash  padhai par dhyaan diya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;hota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;kaash  teacher se panga na liya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;hota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;kaash ishq  na kiya hota.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;color:navy;" &gt;Employee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;color:olive;" &gt;woh hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;jo pak gaya  hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; 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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;teamwork ki  chataai me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;color:navy;" &gt;Employee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="text-decoration: none;color:olive;" &gt;woh hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" style="font-weight: normal; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-8233973606074225062?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8233973606074225062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=8233973606074225062' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/8233973606074225062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/8233973606074225062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/employeewoh-hai.html' title='Employee woh hai'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-2660655473975193448</id><published>2009-02-20T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T03:14:38.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vodafone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ingridients of happiness'/><title type='text'>Every morning i wish i could just play... Wish the mornings would just stay</title><content type='html'>So many dreams , so less of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we all were kids we all dream of doing things when we will grow up. While growing up those dreams take back seat while more realistic "goals" take their place.Some of us wanted to fly like "Swat kats" , some wanted to be race car drivers  others wanted to be Wrestlers (more twisted ones like me wanted to be talk to aliens and play games all day , but that's another story for another day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder how many of us actually live our original dreams and not the ones crafted due to necessity. This is especially true in our country , India where the fight to live defines our career or life path. Some claim that they love work in a bank and its their dream job but is it really? Isnt that job a hyped up ambition created by society. Other's are in love with the IT jobs but is it really love or is it another compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have the capability to be truly satisfied even in compromised state (another reason why most marriages last so long here) , those people are actually lucky. For the rest of the crowd it can be a frustating journey to do things which the world wants you to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have much of a specific point to make except one , dont let those original dreams die. They are the answers to all the questions you seek. They will tell you the meaning of life and they will make you live it your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky to a certain extent that i am happy in the compromise but if there is only one thing that is constant , it is Change. I feel the change inside me , it compells me to live my dreams , do the things that will not really give much of money but will give a lot of meaning to me.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some of them would be travel the world, experience everything which the guy on lonely planet did :), fly more , open a Tea Stall , Live in Mountains , Sit and listen to river on sunny winter days and keep on living like that :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post this song for everyone who s in search of that eternal bliss , i hope you get it.(It's the Vodafone Jingle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Everyday i want to fly stay by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Everyday i want to dream stay by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Every morning i wish i could just play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wish the mornings would just stay”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-2660655473975193448?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2660655473975193448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=2660655473975193448' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/2660655473975193448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/2660655473975193448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/every-morning-i-wish-i-could-just-play.html' title='Every morning i wish i could just play... Wish the mornings would just stay'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-8719401435220739781</id><published>2009-02-09T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:11:02.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Great" Recession</title><content type='html'>I am not sure if i love Recession or hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recession according to conspiracy theorists is created by the likes of Rockefeller to eat up the small fish and retain their power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to economists it is created due economists trying to fix things which are not broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to politicians it is created by "foreign powers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Shiv Sena it is created by "Non marathi Maanos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to optimistis it is created to make you see other horizons and explore different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to pessimists it is always there , you just see it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to IT Industry it is created to have some cost cuttings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Banks it is created since they all were sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Bush it is created ... well he still doesnt have a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Obama it is created to initiate the "Change" , whatever that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Pope it is created by GOD to punish humans for their evil deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Average American it is IMPOSSIBLE it can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to average Indian it is just another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to me it is another reason to overthink :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-8719401435220739781?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8719401435220739781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=8719401435220739781' title='146 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/8719401435220739781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/8719401435220739781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-recession.html' title='The &quot;Great&quot; Recession'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>146</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-3552245278903731826</id><published>2009-01-24T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T03:24:12.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon post..End of 08 , Helluz 09 :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As usual , i have shit loads of things to write here but as always i will run after the most shiny object i just saw :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a change , I ll try to cover both of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Shiny new things first :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Very few people will ever realize that they stumble upon treasure everyday".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new year's Resolutio &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"1 year 1000 movies" ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the shit loads of stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much has happened in last 6 months that i can write a chapter on it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; ,  if not a book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; mentioned most of it but i can repeat just to be fail safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I surprised myself around 6 months back when i got serious about MBA.Surprised myself again when i chose to come to US and not give this year's MBA exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last 3 months have been a pure joy ride of finding myself all over again.This particularly was not related to coming to US but to be away from my comfort zone , be truly alone for a change (Well not entirely , my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; phone bills prove that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be alone and to truly come back to my real element is what i was seeking after i started working. It might seem that i am making a big deal out of wearing down in just 1.5 year of hardly working (That reminds me , i came up with a complete wanna be quote &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Smart work pays smartly , hard work pays hardly"&lt;/span&gt; ;). Those days after my graduation completed and before i joined work , that was the time i discovered that the best job in the world is to be an audience. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The whole world can act like a stage if you let it. There is so much to see , so much to explore , so much to live that there is nothing else you should do&lt;/span&gt; (I agree completely in sync with Couch potato theory :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last 3 months have just given me that. I came here leaving my super comfort zone. A perfect house , a perfect phase , a perfect life but even in that perfection the feeling of something not being right was there. Maybe that's why when a chance to go to a new country alone came , i took it. I thought a lot but i knew my decision even before i started thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i reached here in US , the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first thing&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt; was the aura, the feel factor, that this country has created in the heads of millions of souls like me.It was "&lt;/span&gt;Yes i am in the promised land , living the "DREAM" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second thing was looking at the sky and saying to myself &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Who screwed up the SKY&lt;/span&gt;".Lemme explain , when i reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;denver&lt;/span&gt; and came out of the airport , i looked at the sky.It was one of the weirdest skies i had ever seen.It was so beautiful and blue , even to the point of it looking artificial for a moment. And then i saw the clouds , they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; thrown out of their natural shapes due to heavy air traffic. I mean so much of pointed lines that it felt unreal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;third &lt;/span&gt;was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt;. After reaching my hotel , i came out to see the great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; life. To my surprise there was none on the streets. A feeling of holocaust was certainly there (esp coming from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Delhi&lt;/span&gt; , am sure most places in US would feel like that).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a couple of weeks i started building my comfort zone again.Getting a nice place , meeting new people , making some great friends both from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;meetups&lt;/span&gt; and my great workplace. Before coming i made sure that i would finish any novel that i can get my hands on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Catch-22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Fountainhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Shantaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Accidental Time Machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life of Pi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atlas Shrugged --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Were those on which i could get my hands on , in last 3 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same was the case with movies (can't write all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; the list would cross 200 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; but a few worthy ones) but ones like "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taken , Curious Case of BB,Office Space,The Wrestler,Milk,Valkyrie,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Oye&lt;/span&gt; Lucky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Oye&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hazaron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;khwaishen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;aise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (yes i finally saw it)" made me realize about how powerful can cinema really be and the reason why i love it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my 3rd media level and the start of it all GAMING , i recently started with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;GTA&lt;/span&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;GTA&lt;/span&gt; vice city was my reason into PC gaming after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; stint with 16bit,32bit and PS1 (Which along with a lot of pocket money , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;costed&lt;/span&gt; me my eye sight but what use is it if not to see such human wonders).My backup has Fallout3 and Left4Dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides my super couch potato attitude , i also wanted to get back to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;explorer &lt;/span&gt;side of me (If there was one).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ll be honest , there were simply two things i wanted to do since i was a kid.One was to be a World traveller and other was to Fly. As it turns out , this new year i started both of these :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best part about being alone here was that i was gonna travel alone (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; not in huge groups i am used to :P). Like all tourists i wanted to see the Sin city "Vegas" and the NYC.Sadly both of them are on opposite sides and i decide to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;goto&lt;/span&gt; with the west side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas was what i thought it would be.An amazing place ,full of life and a city which is a money sucking machine.I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think i will forget 27 Dec 08 soon.The date for my first &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sky dive.&lt;/span&gt; After years of imagining how it would feel like , i was actually doing it&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.Skydiving was everything that i thought it could be.&lt;/span&gt;The feeling of true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Freefall&lt;/span&gt; is difficult to explain in words.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's fear overtaken by happiness&lt;/span&gt; in my case.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To see the world as it really is can only be done if you are high enough.I certainly was High enough&lt;/span&gt; :D.To feel your shoes about to fall off , when you get your feet out of the plane , when wind hits your face and you see the real meaning of 13000 feet.The great jump and finally to see why flying is so rewarding.I think everyone should do sky jump &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; once in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly that day i saw the ugly side of my greed also when i managed to lose around 400$ in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gambling&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah , i LOST that much amount of money. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt; even more to convert it into Rs , so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; do that and i will spare myself the details :P. So somehow i managed to have the costliest day of my life where i blew up around 700+ $ totally on those two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;intangible&lt;/span&gt; things, yeah i wont forget 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Dec soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to my great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;colleagues&lt;/span&gt; at work in Denver , i was able to work from Home (yeah right :D i love this concept) and carry on with my extended vacation into California.My first stop was San Jose.The silicon valley. Besides my techie inclination i had another reason. To meet a long lost friend after a Gap of 8 years.It's such a great feeling to see that we had changed so much , yet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;had'nt&lt;/span&gt; changed at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made some great new friends.Explored Fransisco with them.The golden gate , the food at fisherman's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;warf&lt;/span&gt;.Crazy lesbian filled new year's party at Jose and left the next day for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOLLYWOOD&lt;/span&gt;,LA.Again on reaching LA another plan of San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Diego&lt;/span&gt; was made and so i ended up there also. Universal studios, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;hollywood&lt;/span&gt;, Sea world and the Santa Monica/Venice beaches are as good as i heard them to be.With that i ended my extended 12 day trip to the west (also my camera which i dropped in sand on my last day at the beach :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The economic conditions in the world and esp in this country are not so good.That had somewhat a huge impact on my life also. As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;filmi&lt;/span&gt; as it can be , just after my "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;grande&lt;/span&gt; vacation" i was told that my project &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;did'nt&lt;/span&gt; get extension here and i will be going back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;india&lt;/span&gt; after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;jan&lt;/span&gt; instead of April.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i came here in a hurry and within 2 weeks , i am leaving this place in a hurry in 2 weeks.Having said all that , i still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have any regrets. No regrets at not giving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;mba&lt;/span&gt; exams , no regrets on leaving the perfect life and going back to start it all over again , no Regret at all of this trip getting cut short (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Golgappas&lt;/span&gt; and Butter chicken are my big motivators to go back sooner :D).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2008 was the year of Great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Beginning's&lt;/span&gt; again.A change so unexpected , yet so much required.2008 was the year for finding the old things in myself all over again :).Something i wrote as Bye bye 08 few weeks back :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:12px;"&gt;08 was the start of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;TT&lt;/span&gt; mania. I became deeply obsessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:12px;"&gt;with table tennis / ping pong this year. Day in day out I played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;TT&lt;/span&gt; in office :P (Yeah I am a software engineer , that’s all we do). Slowly and slowly I started getting better and then much better. After a couple of months I knew that I was hooked to it. One of the best times were the evenings I used to go back , dead tired of playing for 5-6 hours and feeling great about it (esp looking forward to my great cook’s cooking).  08 was also the year I felt at home in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;gurgaon&lt;/span&gt;. After the initial unsettling phase getting out of my old life , Life in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;gurgaon&lt;/span&gt; started becoming a great phase of my life. Esp due to my house , the independence , a perfect flatmate (read: partner in crime) and above all a superb cook. Days passed by   Novels Movies Gaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:12px;"&gt;934 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; floor crazy parties :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:12px;"&gt;CAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:12px;"&gt;USA Skydiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:12px;"&gt;Gambling Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:12px;"&gt;LIVING  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: normal; white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;By the Looks of my resolution , 09 is only gonna be bigger and better.More 3forms of media, more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;TT&lt;/span&gt; , bigger dreams and simply more fun.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's to 2009 , hope you all get what you really want and if not hope you all find happiness in what you get :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s:Roadies 5 song is great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.p.s:Try &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Masakali&lt;/span&gt; , its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; good that it can make you write for 2 hours at 3 am in morning :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-3552245278903731826?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3552245278903731826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=3552245278903731826' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/3552245278903731826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/3552245278903731826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/marathon-postend-of-08-helluz-09-d.html' title='Marathon post..End of 08 , Helluz 09 :D'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-4715079503255175472</id><published>2008-12-21T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T01:09:35.291-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clicker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ingridients of happiness'/><title type='text'>Click Click Click</title><content type='html'>There are probably a million things in my head right now i wanna write about.&lt;div&gt;My upcoming trip to Vegas (Vegas baby :P) , or backpacking in California , or plans to finally fly via skydiving , or trip to "The Beach" or meeting some very interesting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; or my obsession with novels (finished 6 huge novels in last 1 month) or maybe a zillion other things but right now all i wanna write about is Pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes those tiny little pics , that we click all the time , from our phone ,our cams even our ball pens (Technology is a funny thing my friend).&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It might sound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;clichéd&lt;/span&gt; to repeat that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A picture is worth a thousand words" but it indeed is worth a thousand words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i really wanna talk about is actually how some pictures can really make the event even more memorable than it actually was. Say for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eg&lt;/span&gt;. a simple pic of your friends at a college canteen cracking some joke , it might just be any other day. But a couple of years down the line that normal pic will seem priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A picture is not just a picture. It brings about the warmth of the place , the feel , the smell (if u were standing close to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MCP&lt;/span&gt; gutter , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; luck :P) and just about everything of those good old days. Even if its just an out of focus goofy looking pic which got clicked by some mistake , someday it will make you smile. It can also get you fired if you think about it later in the day start smiling when your boss is giving you a lecture on being serious in office but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; a different story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All i wanna say is Just click those pics, Even if the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;weirdo&lt;/span&gt; friends of yours are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; you click it , even if u wanna do an overused&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;  5 guys peeing together and shooting their back pose still... click it, Even if u think you are looking fat (which you might as well be :P) just click it , Even if your aeroplane cum Love letter falls in your teacher's hand, click it.If your friends are drinking water or just boozing after a hangover, click it.Even if you wanna pose in front of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; car, click it. Or if you just wanna act that you are shooting your friend but you really wanna shoot the girl standing behind him , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; click it.. Click Click Click...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; trust me , they are all worth it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere down the line they will make your day or might as well get you fired but as i said , that a different story :)&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-4715079503255175472?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4715079503255175472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=4715079503255175472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/4715079503255175472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/4715079503255175472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/click-click-click.html' title='Click Click Click'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-2878623656319782925</id><published>2008-11-26T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:21:36.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My CAT story .. ROCK ON</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Posted this entry at one of my fav sites , just wanted keep it in my blog too :)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i ll look back at this craziness , this obsession , this change of priority some time in the future :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well it’s not really a story with an end yet but I have a thing for cheesy titles it seems :P. I hope if this post can make someone feel more confident and stronger towards CAT exam , I guess the effort would be worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For me Cat has been a very exciting journey so far. I am one of those thousands of passive students who visit websites and forums on a regular basis and are too lazy or too shy to post something here (former in my case :P) but at the same time are feel gratitude towards TG for the excellent website and some of the best lessons in quant/eng I read so far &lt;img alt="smile" src="http://totalgadha.com/pix/s/smiley.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I passed my engg from a reputed Engg college in 07 and somehow never liked the mad rat race that every classmate of mine had fell into i.e. go to an institute and practice (&lt;i&gt; read: cram &lt;/i&gt;) some tips , tricks of cracking the CAT . Also I was more of a confused person really who didn’t knew if 4 years of engg in software was worth just leaving it like that. I wanted a taste of the real thing , to work in software industry and go to the promised land i.e. &lt;strong&gt;USA &lt;/strong&gt;and decide after an year or two if its my piece of cake or should I start running in the mad race after all. So I never gave cat 06 and got a decent placement in India :P , came to gurgaon for work. Though somewhere deep down inside I always had a thing to see other countries and experience what the fuzz is all about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Life was going in a good flow , got a nice place here with a great friend. Work seemed like fun , money was good and I felt like &lt;i&gt;"Alice in wonderland" &lt;/i&gt;(Not literally ,Its Pun intended &lt;img alt="smile" src="http://totalgadha.com/pix/s/smiley.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt; &lt;i&gt;but I still wanted to work abroad for some time and understand broaden my horizon (whatever that means) &lt;/i&gt;. Couple of months passed down and my roomie turned out to be some cat wizard as he was scoring &lt;strong&gt;99 percentiles &lt;/strong&gt;in every mock types. With any usual discussion with any fresher ending up with CAT (It happens in IT industry esp. in my Company &lt;img alt="smile" src="http://totalgadha.com/pix/s/smiley.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt; my curiosity grew with time. I finally decided to give cat 07 a shot. Filled the form and thought of preparing somewhat , although I was still not sure if I wanted to do an mba but it never hurts to get good marks does it :P. Time kept on passing and everytime I thought of studying I usually ended up reading articles on strategies or success stories or reading debates like "&lt;strong&gt; Cat is just an aptitude test ,it needs no preparation" &lt;/strong&gt;and to be very true it kind of made sense to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Personally now I think ,although the previous statement might be true for a selected few but for a major chunk of people the best way to crack cat is to prepare in a planned manner assessing everything with SWOT analysis and then figuring out where you went wrong in your last practice test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So there it was D-day. With no pressure whatsoever , I went to the exam hall. I have to admit , it was kind of fun to see people running around nervously , trying to cram in last one bit of information that will help them in winning this crazy cat race (I was about to write that I am a &lt;strong&gt;sadist &lt;/strong&gt;since I was having so much fun there but somehow never knew the exact meaning of the term , until I googled it now to find the exact meaning , needless to say , it has saved me a lot of weird queries and maybe a possible ban from this website :P). Then we started the paper , it was fun and I kind of felt I was sailing through with a few exceptions where i knew that i can solve the question and i ended up giving like 8-10 mins to some of those questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt; Lesson 1 learnt: Ego isn’t really that useful in exam , we all know it but hardly a few understand the real meaning of it &lt;/strong&gt;.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I came out and saw everyone discussing the paper , somehow i couldn’t remember exactly what choices or questions i really marked in the paper nor was i that much bothered about it. I was more curious about how my roomie's exam went. Few more months passed and i got to know that the results were out. I quickly texted my details and was somewhat pleased to find i had scored a decent &lt;strong&gt;93 percentile &lt;/strong&gt;with somewhat 90s in quant and Di and somewhat 80s in English. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Logic has always been somewhat of a problem for me. I always think i am deducing the right logic till the end. Somewhere in the middle i realize it wasn’t that right in the first place but i give myself benefit of the doubt and go on till the end when i realize that i ve screwed up &lt;img alt="smile" src="http://totalgadha.com/pix/s/smiley.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt; When i got my percentile i thought &lt;i&gt;" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aah well that was easy , next time i ll just score some 6-7 percentile more and Voilaa here comes the topper of India :D , i even thought of writing a speech for next year, ( &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;modesty aint really my thing u see &lt;img alt="smile" src="http://totalgadha.com/pix/s/smiley.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I quickly enquired my roomie's percentile and he had gotten &lt;strong&gt;99.2 &lt;/strong&gt;with somewhat 92 in english.I was very happy for him and felt all IIM s are within his reach.Then something very unexpected happened , he didn’t got any IIM call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Lesson 2 learnt: If you don’t score equally well in all 3 sections , you are still a rat in the race). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Year 2008 started. Although work was going great and i got some of the best reviews in the company, things started sounding somewhat monotonous. Even with all that appreciation i wasn’t getting the 'high' i was suppose to. So i started searching for answers. With more and more information analyzed , marketing and Business development seemed like things i would like to pursue. I had some experience in that with a college stint in managerial stuff , so i grew more interested in that and somewhat detached with software engg life. When i had finished about a year working in my organization , i decided to sit down and decide what i wanted. Even with the best appraisal and reviews (although meager in these days of cost optimization :P) in the whole company within my level , i knew for sure that i didn’t see my self in this trade 10 years down the line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So i decided to give CAT a shot somewhat more seriously this time.Around this time i was introduced to the likes of totalgadha.com and Pagalguy.com, being a fan of &lt;strong&gt;cheesy names &lt;/strong&gt;(read the title of this post :P) they caught my attention. I simply stayed on because the material on &lt;strong&gt;TG &lt;/strong&gt;was far better than some of the other things i had seen on the net or had borrowed from my roomie and success stories thread of &lt;strong&gt;pg &lt;/strong&gt;. After so many discussions on how to go about things i saw a free mock cat from TG , &lt;strong&gt;Copycat 1. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The test went again with smooth flow.Got to know the marks , they weren’t that much but the percentile showed to be around 96 and again my i thought&lt;i&gt; "Damn i am good, 93-&gt; 96 now -&gt; 99 -&gt; 100 :D , my journey to success :P, now where s that success speech i ll give to the news reporters" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Meanwhile due to reading a lot of articles/posts i saw that most of the people recommended giving a lot of different mock cats and analyzing all of them &lt;strong&gt;thoroughly. S &lt;/strong&gt;o i joined TIME mocks and gave my first time mock with full expectations of ending up in 99, felt it was easy enough came back home and analyzed to see the score. After totaling i compared my scores with others and was somewhat surprised to see that it was something like lesser than 90 percentile and after a couple of days after it was confirmed. I scored somewhat 90. "&lt;i&gt; O well ,it s just a little glitch &lt;/i&gt;93-&gt;96-&gt;90-&gt;99 yay &lt;img alt="smile" src="http://totalgadha.com/pix/s/smiley.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;", i thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Being an engineer Quant was suppose to be naturally easy to me or so i thought.After sometime i realized that i was very much out of touch with it. So i started focusing on my quant. And then something very strange started happening , the more i prepared the worse my scores got. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Second mock ,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt; boom &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:83 percentile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Third mock , &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;kaboom &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;78. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fourth mock ,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt; Holy sh*t &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;70 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fifth mock ,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt; oo this must be a bad dream i have hit &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;65. At that point i thought i had hit the rock bottom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Lesson 3 learned :Kill the GODdamn ego and be true to yourself... I do think when you start preparing , its somewhat natural for your scores to dip a little , i think its because you start focusing on one part of one section and in my case the ego was still there for time/speed/distance, i lied to myself a thousand times but it was still there.) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Next mock , &lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;phewww ok somewhat sane &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;:92 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Next mock , &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;OMG its a conspiracy against me, damn those TIME ppl : &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;60 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Next mock , &lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the INDIAN version of the "Truman show" yes its the only possible explanation : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;45 percentile &lt;i&gt;, i had truly hit the rock bottom. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;n the meanwhile ,i did a lot of things.I thought of preparing for &lt;strong&gt;GMAT &lt;/strong&gt;but it was kinda late to make sure i get everything like recos etc with right prep in place so dropped the idea . I kept on preparing madly and its not that i was not revising my mocks but still things weren’t going right.I discussed a lot with my roomie who was always consistently cruising at 99s.Discussed same things over and over for weeks with him.&lt;i&gt; You do have a lot of patience bro &lt;img alt="smile" src="http://totalgadha.com/pix/s/smiley.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;All this while i changed &lt;i&gt;my strategies , my approach , my time division &lt;/i&gt;. 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&lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well , not really &lt;/strong&gt;, but then i started understanding where i was going wrong. Along with my Ego problems i was getting super nervous and super time conscious too(talk about problems ehh). I would look at the clock every2 mins to see if i have solved the question and if not i would panic which would usually ruin the whole exam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 4 learned:I ll club in a few of them here: CAT can be like quicksand , the more you panick the worse it gets.Also , Accuracy and speed and equally important. So just remember "Don’t panic and do what you would do normally". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some more mocks passed and with this new found answer "Don’t panick" my scores started improving.Scored some 90's , gave some mocks at home and online , scored like 95+ in those. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The confidence was coming back.New strategies were working , my main strategy now was to at least read every question in the exam , pick the sitters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 5 learned: PICK the god damn sitters u &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORON &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;(I am sure you all know it , probably the most overused word in CAT jargon , but please understand the meaning of it and implement it in whatever way its possible for you but please kill those sitters or at least kick yourself hard when you analyze your mocks) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Although things were going fine but i was still not in the esteemed &lt;strong&gt;99%ile club &lt;/strong&gt;. One of my problems is that i do not plan to settle down in anything less than an IIM. My so called logic is simple. The reason i want to do an MBA is along with the change of career I want to be an &lt;strong&gt;entrepreneur &lt;/strong&gt;sometime later in my life and learn things which will help me in that. Somehow i wanna be at the best place which promotes such thinking.With professors like "&lt;strong&gt; Sunil Handa &lt;/strong&gt;" at IIM A (trust me i read a lot of posts things blogs in my search for answers) , those are the only institutes that i think will serve my purpose. I know my logic is again somewhat flawed but still i roll with that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After 4 months of preparation things changed.I gave a mock at home ,a SIMCAT.Everything went fine , i was acting sanely , killed all my ego &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After like 20 mocks , &lt;strong&gt;There it was : 99.5%ile , &lt;/strong&gt;with 96+ in all 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It all felt so easy to do and i finally learned one of the most important lessons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 6 learned: It's all in your head. If you have prepared somewhat seriously for a couple of months , you probably know it all. It's all there. You know that you can do it , none of your previous\current\next mock scores matter. Mocks scores are meant to be meaningful until you analyze them and then they should be forgotten. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I finally was more comfortable while giving the tests and was getting better scores. I won’t bore you further with more mock info but safe to say i was crusing safely into the elite club now &lt;img alt="smile" src="http://totalgadha.com/pix/s/smiley.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Things were getting awesome , i had even set up an alarm of Nov 15 at 9:30 P.m with a note that says &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;"so jaa Champak , sleep now because tomorrow it’s your day" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With somewhat strange twists of fate , in mid October i was offered a chance to goto USA for 6 months. I had to either choose CAT or goto US on around 30th OCT. &lt;i&gt;Old priority vs. new priority , old dream vs. new dream , the ultimate confusion &lt;/i&gt;(I guess you get the point and i should cut the melodrama here &lt;img alt="smile" src="http://totalgadha.com/pix/s/smiley.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After thinking about it a lot , i choose to go ahead with it. I decided to try my luck with the US trip.My reasons or so called logic is again simple (Save some more money to fill in the heavy tuition fees and even prepare for GMAT with CAT and what the hell im only 23 i m not that old that i cant take chances :P I m sure it s gonna be somewhat flawed but still..) Although i have to admit it was very difficult to let go of my comfort zone , a perfect life with the thrill of chasing this daemon known as &lt;strong&gt;CAT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I reached here in US end of this October, hardly 2 weeks before CAT 08.Thinking and reading about CAT still gives me chills. Just read the wonderful post by TG "CAT08 scared, who me?”. Thanks a lot man , this thanks is from thousands of passive lazy bums like me ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At least a 100 times i have thought that i made a mistake of not giving CAT this year but i am happy to have made my decision and now am sticking with it &lt;img alt="smile" src="http://totalgadha.com/pix/s/smiley.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of the main reasons i wrote this huge (now gigantic :P) post , is i wanted to convey one thing i learned the hard way. It's all in your head.(&lt;i&gt; I know i am repeating stuff but redundancy comes in the nature of my job &lt;/i&gt;) If you have prepared somewhat seriously , you can crack cat this year easily. &lt;strong&gt;It's time to go for the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kill &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Don't think too much just go ahead and claim what is truly yours . Success is so within your reach , GRAB it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 7 :I always loved this simple fact. CAT is just about scoring 40 percent of the marks in a multiple choice question paper. Don't tell me you can’t score those passing little marks , I mean seriously do u really think you can't score even 40 percent marks????? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wrote this post because i know what it feels to get 45%le or even lower (You thought i would write here every sad score of mine :P) and i know how easy it is to rise up and become one of those in the top of the list. If you have every faced such low numbers and then gone back up again , you have already won most of the battle , its just last few punches left in this last round. Repeat what you have already accomplished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ohh and when you do , dont forget to ask me for the Success speech i prepared ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rock On.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(I got a little carried away in the last line didnt I :P Jai bollywood &lt;img alt="smile" src="http://totalgadha.com/pix/s/smiley.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rahul a.k.a Stinger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P.s: i am posting from a new id as i want to keep my profile somewhat secret since i am kinda suspicious even my Team leads and managers surf TG ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P.P.s:I coud'nt find a better and easier to read font, do let me know if it’s still difficult to read &lt;img alt="smile" src="http://totalgadha.com/pix/s/smiley.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-2878623656319782925?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2878623656319782925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=2878623656319782925' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/2878623656319782925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/2878623656319782925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-cat-story-rock-on.html' title='My CAT story .. ROCK ON'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-4578894569488755577</id><published>2008-11-01T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T09:56:29.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>My list of things to do in next 6 months :)</title><content type='html'>So somehow with strange stroke  of (i dont know what to call it) something , i landed up USA. Will post the details later (Details include encounter with cops the first day and getting lost at 11 in night :) , what else do you expect of me.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this post i am thinking of makin my list of things to do while i am here and will check after 6 months when am about to leave :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)Ski - It wont be difficult since i am so near Rocky mountains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)Goto Disneyworld- Yeah well , living the dream u c :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)See New York-New York- Its been a thing i wanted to do for long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)Goto Hooters - I am a guy with a huge influence from hollywood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)Goto Hollywood - Duhh :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)Goto "the" beach - :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7)Goto a huge gaming convention - :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Decide a psp or a p3 - *Evil Laugh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm , i guess i ll add more things as time goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon post my adventures in this Lala Land , though my intial impression are biased due to this being a mountanious town :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheerz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-4578894569488755577?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4578894569488755577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=4578894569488755577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/4578894569488755577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/4578894569488755577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-list-of-things-to-do-in-next-6.html' title='My list of things to do in next 6 months :)'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-1848967027490813783</id><published>2008-07-28T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T15:55:52.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terrorism'/><title type='text'>Y</title><content type='html'>The only English Alplhabet that has the power to keep me awake at 3:50 in the morning ...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; "Y"&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of Y's in my life but lately i ve been struck with a very rude ugly reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terrorism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder "Y" would anyone do such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;How can some people be so pathetic that they follow such &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;parasitic ideas&lt;/span&gt; so blindly.Only we humans are capable of such absolute dumbness.Only a few species kill their own kinds but we just never seem to get enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think about it  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Terrorism" or "Jihad" or "Holy War" or "Hindutva ki Ladai &lt;/span&gt;(I agree its the lamest name of them all :P)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; are all just ideas , completely parasitic in nature.To go on a war , to kill for the right, to hurt others for the greater good &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(of whom , i wonder)&lt;/span&gt; , to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sacrifice your life&lt;/span&gt; for your religion/god/people - all these are nothing but parasitic ideas. I say parasitic cause these ideas also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;consume the host&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets look at the physical hierarchy of this idea in more detail.We the followers on the name of "Ram/Allah/ or any reason maybe even Rakhi sawant/Mayawati one day", take these ideas from the originators , lets call them the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mother Bee".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Bee is probably the strongest of our species.Their strength lies in their ability to lead a large number of people , its their call usually what they want to do with such a zombie crowd.Some such Mother Bee s are "Hitler" "Mussolini" "Gandhi" "Modi" "Al gore" "George Bush" "Steve Jobs" etc etc.They have the power to convince people onto the things what they think is right (In George Bush's case he's just a ugly irritating confused bee but powerful nonetheless). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hitler&lt;/span&gt; choose to "purify" his nation but killing million innocent people ,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gandhi&lt;/span&gt; choose to  help people but his own ways  , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al gore&lt;/span&gt; choose to help the enviornment. ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and Modi , Bush just choose to play stupid all their lives)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Bee has two kind of followers : "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incubators" and "Messengers"&lt;/span&gt;.Sadly the messengers are the worst kind , since they not only incubate the idea in their own minds but they spread it to other , get angry when people dont agree with their ideas and for their ideas they are willing to die/kill their own kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incubators &lt;/span&gt;are bad , but sadly we all are incubators in one way or the other but the messengers are the ones i have  real problem with.They are the ones who work as weapons , they are the ones whose lives get destroyed , they are the ones who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cry &lt;/span&gt;in the end the most.They are dumb enough to believe everything , to get their thoughts mixed up , to stop questioning , to start believing everything the "Mother Bee" says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas are like living beings , they are born , matured and they die.Sadly the parasitic ideas live loooong as they feed on their host.Everyone wants to know what is the solution to all this , my &lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;answer is simple , stop feeding this parasitic idea , kill this lowlife that is sticking in our lives like termites and eating it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please never give in to such ideologies cause they will do nothing but diminish the chances of your life getting any better&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Open your brain , question things , investigate , drop stereo types , stop hating just because he/she s not your religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Y"&lt;/span&gt; i ask , are we all so different., yet so same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;do we criticize hitler when there s one lurking around every corner these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;do we crib when its we who are spreading this hatred this virus , in one way or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to end this on a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;when &lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;when &lt;/span&gt;will we all wake up and realize that we dont need to feed this ideology anymore , &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt;&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/24997287-1848967027490813783?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1848967027490813783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=1848967027490813783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/1848967027490813783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/1848967027490813783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/y.html' title='Y'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-3644676081194012267</id><published>2008-06-15T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T08:39:03.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature Power'/><title type='text'>Monsoons :D</title><content type='html'>Finally the monsoons are here , even in this god forsaken area better known as "NCR" region. One of the most awesome times where ya can just sit and look outside your little windows to see how beautiful everything looks and still be hungry for some more greenry , some more birds chirping.&lt;br /&gt;Days where all ya can think of is drying up after getting wet and getting wet all over again.Days where pakoda's can taste better then Roasted Chicken :P&lt;br /&gt;Dayz where all you can dream of is waking up in hills with water droplets hitting your tin roof emitting one of the best sounds you will ever hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all get to enjoy your monsoons :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:This cheered up post has nothing to do with me over drinking Tequila + Vodka + Beer last nite :P (hich hich)&lt;br /&gt;Cheerz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-3644676081194012267?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3644676081194012267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=3644676081194012267' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/3644676081194012267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/3644676081194012267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/monsoons-d.html' title='Monsoons :D'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-5692322656447729906</id><published>2008-05-30T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:48:01.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am begining to wonder that the more we grow up , the more confused and stupid we become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was a kid , i was so clear in my hear , so focussed on things i wanted (even if they were just video games and well .. more video games) but slowly and slowly we start looking in every direction to understand what we "Really" want and sometimes why we want what we want :P&lt;br /&gt;I am sure my confusions are pretty evident from the paragraph above (or my Blog in general)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to pen down some brilliant and some not so brilliant things that i ve experienced&lt;br /&gt;in recent timez :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Table Tennis is so much more than just Table Tennis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You understand certain things only after you ve achieved a certain level" -(so damn true)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It definately pays to be a smart worker :) Me getting the best performer is a clear example of that (Read : Self Praise)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading is not so boring and a bad habit after all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work Experience is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; about work but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything &lt;/span&gt;about life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nostalgia is a good thing esp. about college.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I actually like everyone way more than i pretend or show.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a nice guy and a selfish guy.(Irony ehh :D)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone should watch the following :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "The man from earth",&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donnie Darko" &lt;/span&gt;and "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spring summer fall winter and spring&lt;/span&gt;.." in movies and "Last lecture" search it out on youtube.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really want to be a globe trotter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never thought of all the things , some thing like IIM A bug will bite me but it did :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanna slap that baldie on Roadies named Raghu for being the biggest hippocratic Dhakan on this planet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If there s anything more intriguing than "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The hitchhiker's guide to galaxy" &lt;/span&gt;, its gotta be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"God wants you dead"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I should stop typing and goto sleep :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-5692322656447729906?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5692322656447729906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=5692322656447729906' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/5692322656447729906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/5692322656447729906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-title-i-just-feel-nostalgic-even-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-485723605834015768</id><published>2008-03-25T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T00:10:43.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work rants'/><title type='text'>Choices :  Are they really half chances ???</title><content type='html'>Sustainability of the charged mind is directly proportional to passion which is simply mad love "for a certain thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just wondering what are the chances that my choices will have sustainability in them.&lt;br /&gt;Gaming is something i wanna do all my life but writing one is something i won't do until i get it served in a platter getting job in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gamelab&lt;/span&gt; or something.&lt;br /&gt;Selling something does excites me just like marketing it simply because of the dynamic nature of the job. Sadly making and giving presentations also tops my list.&lt;br /&gt;Public speaking and instant recognition (read: Results) is what makes my pulse rise.&lt;br /&gt;In some terms, being a perfectionist in things i love , is something i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been striving for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Software &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Engg&lt;/span&gt; job , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; take me wrong ,it gives me freedom , comfort , good relaxed work and also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TT&lt;/span&gt; ;) but the fire is sometimes missing.&lt;br /&gt;Entrepreneurship ,risks , high stakes is what i will risk all this easiness , comfort zone for.&lt;br /&gt;Just writing this to read about my dilemmas after 20 years ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-485723605834015768?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/485723605834015768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=485723605834015768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/485723605834015768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/485723605834015768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/choices-are-they-really-half-chances.html' title='Choices :  Are they really half chances ???'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-3457322830570442679</id><published>2008-01-31T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:22:49.082-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract'/><title type='text'>Drops of jupiter :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vCDQAaCmYWA/R6IuECSpMcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/C3bN6NvlgvM/s1600-h/heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vCDQAaCmYWA/R6IuECSpMcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/C3bN6NvlgvM/s320/heaven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161738769789432258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to write , so many things from Donnie Darko to Schindler's list , from work to sleep (synonyms at times ;) , so many things from TT smashes to "Crysis" but right now just memories coming  in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old beautiful memories and hopes of building new one .To get lost in clouds , go backpacking Europe .... long list :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to write that "Life's Good" :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-3457322830570442679?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3457322830570442679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=3457322830570442679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/3457322830570442679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/3457322830570442679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/drops-of-jupiter.html' title='Drops of jupiter :)'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vCDQAaCmYWA/R6IuECSpMcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/C3bN6NvlgvM/s72-c/heaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-5996580108546473920</id><published>2008-01-11T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T02:30:30.636-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sirius going Serious :P'/><title type='text'>A timeless Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Prologue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He woke up suddenly and looked at his wristwatch. It was 06:30 hours, Wednesday, 10, April 2030. With a shock, it occurred to him that – he had successfully time traveled 10 years into the past but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t his world, his time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rajan&lt;/span&gt; had worked for many years, day and night, for his time machine to work. Many called his dream an impossible fantasy but failure was not an option for him. For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rajan&lt;/span&gt;, the only reason to live anymore was to go back in the past and avoid the dreaded accident, which took away &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Neha&lt;/span&gt;, the only girl whom he ever loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rajan&lt;/span&gt;, an orphan, spent all his childhood in an orphanage where sorrow and hatred were his only companions. With his above average intelligence and hard work he managed to win a scholarship sponsoring his education and later his research. Finally able to see the way to a better life he immersed himself under his work. Even after becoming a successful physicist and getting a lot of recognition for his work, he always felt incomplete from the inside. The world that was full of wars and misery, always made him felt that he did not belong here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 27, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rajan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Shrivastava&lt;/span&gt; was considered as the Einstein of Indian Physics. It was one of the guest lectures in a University where he met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Neha&lt;/span&gt;, It was love at first sight. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Neha&lt;/span&gt; was pursuing her Masters in English Literature at that point of time. The combination of Literature and Physics seems unlikely but when these two met the sparks flew. While &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Neha&lt;/span&gt; was mesmerized by the young brilliance of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Rajan&lt;/span&gt;, he was blown away by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Neha&lt;/span&gt;’s simplicity. If love was Particle physics, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Rajan&lt;/span&gt; would have faced no problem understanding it but something as complex as love even confused the young Genius. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Neha&lt;/span&gt;’s bold approach that made it possible for them to meet again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly and slowly they both came so close that it felt impossible to even think of staying away from each other. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Rajan&lt;/span&gt; for the first time in his life felt complete. The feeling of being alone that he always felt was no longer there. It was 1st Jan 2030, around two years they had first met, he proposed her for marriage. With that came a Yes, which was the most joyous moment of his life. The duo fixed the date of marriage as 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; April 2030.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; April, the date that changed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Rajan&lt;/span&gt;’s life forever. Days felt like months and months like years in waiting for that day and finally it arrived. That day in the morning he received a call from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Neha&lt;/span&gt;’s father, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Neha&lt;/span&gt; had met with an accident. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Rajan&lt;/span&gt;’s heard stopped for a second. He quickly rushed to the hospital where they took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Neha&lt;/span&gt;. He saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Neha&lt;/span&gt; lying on the bed with her eyes closed, the doctors had declared her brought dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hearing this he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t understand anything that was going around. He felt completely numb with inability to respond to anything. For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Rajan&lt;/span&gt;, the purpose of his life was lost again. All his dreams and wishes seemed to have ended with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Neha&lt;/span&gt;. His depression and unwillingness to live started to grow more and more on him. He kept on living like this for many years until one day he got to know about recent advancement in physics on String Theory to prove that existence of “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Multiverse&lt;/span&gt;” was indeed possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;multiverse&lt;/span&gt; is basically set of multiple possible universes (including our universe) that together comprise all of physical reality. In 2025 things like flying machines seemed to be a thing of the past, they were everywhere and in abundance. The Holy Grail now was to find a way to travel to different stars. Stars as we know can be Billions of light years away and no matter how much they tried, human life span &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t be increased to even a mere few hundred. Thus better and more possible ways to travel around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Multiverse&lt;/span&gt; was sought-after. One of the most prominent ideas was of a wormhole. A Wormhole is basically is topological feature of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;spacetime&lt;/span&gt; that is essentially a 'shortcut' through space and time. To understand it, just consider space and time to be a curved entity and a wormhole is just a connecting tunnel between the two layers. Now with recent advancements it seemed possible , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;theoretically&lt;/span&gt; to open both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Intra&lt;/span&gt; and Inter-Universe wormholes through which one can go back in time in his own timeline or a different reality parallel to his own , but controlling which one you open was’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;nt&lt;/span&gt; really possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hearing upon such possibilities &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Rajan&lt;/span&gt; saw a chance, a chance to undo the past and rewrite the future. A huge chunk of scientific community had its own apprehensions on changing things in the past since even one small change can lead to changing the entire human race as we know it , popularly known as the Butterfly Effect. Also there was a risk of just getting to some alien world where dinosaurs were the smallest of creatures. But for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Rajan&lt;/span&gt; , just a mere possibility to be with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;neha&lt;/span&gt; again was enough to take any risk.After years of hard work and hundreds of failures he finally managed create his own space-time portal , his own time machine. Since there was no way to prove if the portal would work &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;as expected &lt;/span&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Rajan&lt;/span&gt; was sure that this would work. He set the destination date as TUESDAY ,10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; April 2030 , the day which changed it all. The machine was working , time space portal was opening in front of him. It was by far the most brilliant thing he had ever seen. A perfect spiral bending both space and time , the Event Horizon of his Wormhole was in front of him.With no second thoughts he walked straight into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next moment “He woke up suddenly and looked at his wristwatch. It was 06:30 hours, Wednesday, 10, April, 2030. With a shock, it occurred to him that – he had successfully time traveled 10 years into the past but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t his world, his time!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t be, he checked a calendar. There was no mistake. It was Wednesday not Tuesday, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t his timeline. He was now in a parallel universe, this reality hit him like a brick on the face. What if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Neha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t even existed in this world, “what if” these two works scared him like never before .He rushed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Neha&lt;/span&gt;’s place, hoping to find her there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was now standing in front of her house. With trembling fingers he pressed the doorbell and there she was, looking as beautiful as ever. A sense of absolute nirvana entered his soul , only to be shattered by the sentence that followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, how can I help you?”, said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Neha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Epilogue:&lt;/span&gt; 6 Months later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sometimes in life we get much more than what we had wished for. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Rajan&lt;/span&gt; was now in a new world, a much more beautiful world. This was a World with no wars, with no Global warming, with no inequality amongst people and more importantly this was a world where satisfaction and not materialistic success was counted as the reason to do anything in life. No mad rat race, no blind technological advancement rush but just a blissful understanding to cherish what you have and make everyone else’s life better. For the first time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Rajan&lt;/span&gt; felt that he was in the right world, he belonged here. On his personal front, Love was in the air again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Neha&lt;/span&gt; was alive and well. They were good friends now and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Rajan&lt;/span&gt; had just asked her out. Although &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Neha&lt;/span&gt; knew they had just met, but she always felt they had a deep connection. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Rajan&lt;/span&gt;, on the other hand, always knew why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is all you need&lt;/span&gt;” – The Beatles were right :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-5996580108546473920?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5996580108546473920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=5996580108546473920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/5996580108546473920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/5996580108546473920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/timeless-love-story.html' title='A timeless Love Story'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-5257975724413555154</id><published>2007-12-26T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T02:57:07.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Wehlapanti'/><title type='text'>Gudbye 2007</title><content type='html'>Merry X mas,Terry Xmas , Humari Xmas .. :P&lt;br /&gt;My Xmas eve was almost close to perfection , just slept , ate , talked and watched movies all day.Dayz like this and i just start missing my college dayz, mainly because everyday back then was like this.Ahh the good old lazy dayz ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz 2007 is almost over and its time for my yearly look back at my life :D .I think 2007 will alwayz be my year of the big change.Completing my engineering .. moving out of the house for the first time to this great wanna be "Metro" city.. to living independently..obsession with SOUTH park .. to eating chicken almost everyday twice.. to getting super obsessed by TT.. to things that changed a lot in me, will definitely remember this year as the year of Change, change that was alwayz inevitable and somewhat required.Good or bad i don't judge things anymore , it's simply all good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and the new gadget this year is my new "AWWWWWWWSUM" phone , Nokia 5700 which is a symbian s60 3rd ed phone equipped with 369 mhz arm 11 processor and a superb 16 million colors 2.2 inch screen, in cartman's (Watch South Park u Genius :P) term 'Simply Awwwsum".Also buying it finally ended my 2 month old search , phew :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few dayz back i watched a documentary "ZEITGEST", although very controversial and a little incorrect , that documentary gives you a completely different perspective of looking at things.It first talks about Christianity and other religions and how they are based on older religions and cultures mainly derived from sun worship etc.Then it talks about the 9/11 controversy mainly repeating things from "Loose Change"-another good documentary, and in the end it talks about US banks inflation etc and how everything is controlled by a few individuals..The way we all are getting used to accepting things in our daily lives , we definitely need the questioning attitude back in our daily lives, and this movie definitely gives you that.A must watch for everyone , so give it a shot.You can search it easily on Google videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just heading home for the whole week tojust sleep eat and enjoy till the year ends.Hope you all have a great year ahead :) have fun..&lt;br /&gt;Cheerz Sirius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-5257975724413555154?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5257975724413555154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=5257975724413555154' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/5257975724413555154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/5257975724413555154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/gudbye-2007.html' title='Gudbye 2007'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-4544726909739127783</id><published>2007-12-10T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T23:37:11.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dayz in Dusty City :P</title><content type='html'>Writing after like a zillion years, feels quite different.My last (Real) post dates back to May 23rd with the end of my college dedication post.After that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why how when i just stopped blogging , i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; had the urge to write anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did the great Sirius (I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; change that easy :P) felt the urge to write again , u may ask.Well the sad person i am , i was searching something on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;google&lt;/span&gt; and somehow got my blog s link as the search result.And then it was like a scene from a Sci-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt; movie with a total past recall (exaggeration (Seriously a pain spelling that) is the theme of this blog remember ;).Its been so long i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; written and there s so much stuff that has happened , so i ll start from where i left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my graduation there was just too much of free time and too less of games , so was just dying to get my joining date.Finally got my d.o.j &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of August in the city of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;emerging&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BPO's&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a "BAD drivers nation" a.k.a "Dusty City" a.k.a "Too many malls too less money" commonly known as "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;GURgaon&lt;/span&gt;".To say i was excited would be an understatement , i was on top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my great journey started with hiring a CAB with a couple of my college friends from my hometown Chandigarh to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;GURgaon&lt;/span&gt; a day before the d.o.j to a great awesome many star &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;complimentary&lt;/span&gt; guest house provided by my company.It was a great day , filled with hopes and dreams, the journey was going great with good breakfast ,clicking pics cracking jokes etc. And then it happened , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;KABOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Taxi Driver (who was also super inspired by movies like TA RA Rum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pum&lt;/span&gt;) forgot that brakes can sometimes be used.So we crashed into another car in front of us.Our car was simply screwed,the whole engine part looked like a scene &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;frm&lt;/span&gt; 'scrap metal collector s' series.To add to that it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; so no Mechanics :D (Who says luck does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nt&lt;/span&gt; exists).So here we were ,3 young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;wannab&lt;/span&gt; software engineers with dream on how to spend our first salary, stuck in middle of nowhere (The name of the place is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Gharounda&lt;/span&gt;).After a couple of hours of blame game, we realised the best thing to do now is to catch a bus to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Delhi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we managed switching like a million buses in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Haryana&lt;/span&gt; Roadways (which by the way is on 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; position in Guinness world record for stuffing the maximum number of people in a bus) we ended up in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;delhi&lt;/span&gt;.That was the time , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;blueline&lt;/span&gt; mania had just started.In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;delhi&lt;/span&gt; we had to catch ya bus for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Gurgaon&lt;/span&gt; from "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Dhola&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Kuan&lt;/span&gt;".After seeing that sight , i just shifted to, 'Ive seen it all' category.It was like bus overshooting thrice its intake capacity and still running on 60 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;kmph&lt;/span&gt; (The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;DTC&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;delhi&lt;/span&gt; bus service holds the 1st position in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Guinness&lt;/span&gt; records).Somehow we managed to stuff ourselves into that 'thing' , having the consolidation of great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;multistar&lt;/span&gt; Guest house waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dreams were broken, once again, only when we reached there.The guest house was there all right , they just forgot the stars part.It was just a 2 storey residential house with small rooms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;over stuffing&lt;/span&gt; loads of people. All the that day , all of us kept on saying it cant get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;any worse&lt;/span&gt; than this, but GOD on the other hand , was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;nt&lt;/span&gt; listening... ;)&lt;br /&gt;(To be continued)...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when :P ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-4544726909739127783?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4544726909739127783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=4544726909739127783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/4544726909739127783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/4544726909739127783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-dayz-in-dusty-city-p.html' title='My dayz in Dusty City :P'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-1551268469909912705</id><published>2007-10-13T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T23:23:01.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 months :O :s</title><content type='html'>My dayz in dust city a.k.a "GURgaon" coming up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: I m not dead , just that i am running for the post of laziest person alive. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-1551268469909912705?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1551268469909912705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=1551268469909912705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/1551268469909912705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/1551268469909912705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/5-months-o-s.html' title='5 months :O :s'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-5637787075924516477</id><published>2007-05-23T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T12:21:15.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>And this is how 4 years came to an end .. :)</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow s is my last day in my college.After tomorrow no more engg assignments , no more "mam i m late" excuses(i did that everyday for the last 4 year , not kidding ;) , no more sleeping in lectures and waking up to sms ppl :P, no more of those Mass Cuts...no more...but it all feels like it was just Yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; i was standing in that counselling to get a seat in P.E.C. , my rank was called and Dad specified not to take that stupid branch I.T..."Take mechanical or atleast electrical" but am glad onto what i decided :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; i was standing in hostel in front of seniors.Trying to Rag some hostelers and i being a day scholar saying "I aint doing that, jo ukhaadna ho ukhaad lo" and then worrying about it for the whole next day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; i was giving my first sessionals and going for a booze party the moment the first test got over, only to find out later that i fucked my first sessionals (50 sessionals later , things havent changed much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; i felt something so amazing so special , i felt i could fly without wings, to that era on LC forums :) only to be followed by my first ever Re-Appear in my 1st Semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; , when i got my freshers party and made some friends worth keeping 4eva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; when i got into AIESEC , met some of the most amazing friends i ve today and some of the most amazing times.Everything from the weird parties to Rebellious "Revolutionists" (My Organizing Committee, the most amazing set of ppl i ever worked with and some of my best friends :) to the end of that great journey , everything seems like it happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yesterday&lt;/span&gt; , when somethings i thought would last 4eva ended :( and that mad rush inside to wanna get placed in a company.Finally getting good jobs and better things coming my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesterday &lt;/span&gt;, when i again started feeling so happy inside , with complete peace in my heart and head... to uncontrollable feelings changing things again for good, to finding someppl so special so innocent so amazing to be with :) , with those crazy night outs to weird coffee talks to those "Barista Evening" to K gang get togethers,( to all night msgin chats with kiddush) :P :) to having some ppl get so close that ya actually consider them family (Miss u faggots :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; when i went to Mcleod for the 1st time and then the super amazing 2nd time, everything feels so damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed emotions is what describes me the best right now.Tomorrows as this amazing journey comes to an end , i really don't think the last day matters much to me. Since the ppl who made this journey worthwhile r still with me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope the coming few years r as eventful as these last 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wake me up when September Ends,Here comes da rain again falling from da starz,Drenched in my PaIn again becoming who V r ;) , Wake me up when September Ends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Personal note:Rea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lly , right now those everyday Barista 35 meets with ya guys seem to be the most amazing time i ever spent ;) Miss my 2nd home nd Family :P (kud kud , puppie , preeto nd my mashu ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adioz&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/24997287-5637787075924516477?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5637787075924516477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=5637787075924516477' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/5637787075924516477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/5637787075924516477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-this-is-how-4-years-came-to-end.html' title='And this is how 4 years came to an end .. :)'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-3510327278082530157</id><published>2007-03-24T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T11:33:48.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>LONG time no c :P</title><content type='html'>Something tells me that i ve used that title before :P. In my long race to become the most irregular blogger on this planet i ve outperformed my expectations also , still trying my best. It has almost been two months or so since i last wrote an entry on this blog.Its funny how things ya plan can change anytime , just yesterday i was wishing my laptop would come nd i could blog more often.So much has changed since yesterday, so much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a couple of weeks back i went to Mc leod Ganj again , da Paradise just seemed so much more beautiful this time. Just so soothing ,just so relaxed, just so simple ,, just so perfect. It s lazy laid back times like this that makes me wonder why s everyone in such a hurry in their lives , why can t we just wait for sometime and look back at why we are running in the first place. I really dunno what life has plans for me but am sure someday i ll do what really seems meaningful to me, to just sit back, enjoy life and understand what it means.(Seems like a scenario pretty close to something i do these dayz :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so damn satisfied with my current life right now that i dunt want it to change even a single bit.But i know in a couple of months , all this would change , but am sure da memories would stay da same , esp "Pieces of me" ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adioz nd keep smiling everyone , coz thats what makes life so worth it so wonderful , to just keep smiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-3510327278082530157?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3510327278082530157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=3510327278082530157' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/3510327278082530157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/3510327278082530157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/long-time-no-c-p.html' title='LONG time no c :P'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-170919649988849501</id><published>2007-02-03T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T22:20:44.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volunteerism'/><title type='text'>We Volunteer :)</title><content type='html'>We all are living very fast lives , so fast that at times we even forget what we are doing and why we are doing it &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anywayz&lt;/span&gt;. Slowly and slowly we turn into these confused selfish beings , who have no time for anyone even themselves.  At times i wonder why are we in such a hurry , what are we really running for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Volunteer according to me is such an initiative taken by this group of individuals , asking people to stop running and look at the realities and face them. We all sit at home and crib about things , crib about problems like poverty or &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;illiteracy&lt;/span&gt; , or say that "&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xyz&lt;/span&gt;" politician is so corrupt but very few of us go ahead and do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Volunteer is for such people who want to do something about it. In this initiative we plan to create an awareness amongst the youth  , for them to feel the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; they have for the society and those kids who are &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nt&lt;/span&gt; as privileged as they are. It's like this culture change that we tend to achieve , a trend setting of people standing up and taking the initiative and doing something about the issues they just keep on cribbing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about "We Volunteer" is that it s all dependent on your initiative.The inculcation of true spirit of volunteerism in our daily lives , is what we want to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;So if you are just sitting at home , thinking how can i change things around here or for more information just log onto &lt;a href="http://www.wevolunteer.co.nr/"&gt;www.wevolunteer.co.nr&lt;/a&gt;. Be a part of the change ya &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; wanted in the society , instead of just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;I Initiate , do u ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-170919649988849501?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/170919649988849501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=170919649988849501' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/170919649988849501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/170919649988849501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-volunteer.html' title='We Volunteer :)'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-116756748163144315</id><published>2006-12-31T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T04:18:04.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookng back @ 2006...my Life..</title><content type='html'>I will always remember 2006 as the year of change , the year of new begining. A lot of things change every year but this year kinda felt special . I dont normally blog at 5 in evening at new year s eve but i just saw a blog entry i wrote about an year back on 30th dec 2005 in some other blog:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just finished another book of my fav author now Chetan bhagat.Book was 1 night at a call centre was abt 6 people workin in a night call centre and how their lives changed in that one night.After 5 point some1 i really wanted to read it and loved it really :D.Story was more of a motivating thing to move on in life to achieve Success.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can kinda relate myself to the story.Well i have decided now that its time to bring that long awaited change in myself.To get more focussed on what i really want out of life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I still wanna be a big hot shot GAME developer.Also i think its not really possible to grow in life if you really stick on living a safe life of a office job ,Success comes only by taking RISKS along with hardwork i suppose.(lolz i am actually writing it as my daily diary but then on second thoughts i dont think tht no1 will b interested in my daily blogs nd i dont even care tht much lolz &lt;img src="http://rahulkd.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":P" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; ) Well so here i am all pumped up. &lt;img src="http://rahulkd.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; 1 thing is for sure  i have changed my thinking about books.I used to think they cant be fun but man they can surely b fun and change a lot of things in you.Today is also elections in AIESEC ,i thought tht i would kinda feel bad and all but now i actually feel tht i have already WON &lt;img src="http://rahulkd.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;TC adios&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So many things have changed from that blog entry to now or have they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year 2006 for me started with hope , a strong desire to achieve something , to change things the way i wanted.The first thing on my mind was to get my super screwed up grades to a decent eligibility criteria for placements. I alwayz knew i would never be interested in the "MAD MBA race" quite simply because thats not where i can see myself , so the best option for me not to get thrown out of the house was to get a decent naukri. When i say super screwed up grades , i mean SUPER screwed up grades. Made so many mistakes of neglecting things even when they should ve been the highest priority at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The good things about me , is that i dont need a push to get started.I dont wait for something grand to get me started.A thought is all it takes and a thought it was to get me running again.&lt;/span&gt; This time i didnt let myself down. I alwayz knew i can never be a 24/7 bookworm, no matter how bad i want to be that , so this time i didnt even tried. I just became myself again...and before i knew i managed to pull my grades to that dreaded elgibility criteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The placement wasnt that tough at all , huge thanks to mass Recruitment phenomenon thats happening in India these dayz. But i can surely say that i will never ever Forget the Night i got my &lt;a href="http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/road-to-paradise.html"&gt; first placement &lt;/a&gt;.The fat tyre before the test , the fuck up , when my name was announced ,the drive back to home at 2 in the morning ,the amazing weather it was that night, felt like being in heaven. Things surely have changed , but the feeling of that night is unforgettable in every sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 will always be the year i bought my dream machine. Being a dedicated gamer , and a not a console fan , i wanted a new &lt;a href="http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/placement-season-and-laptop-search.html"&gt;laptop and had a crazy list of things i wanted in it&lt;/a&gt;.  I finally managed to buy "Da beast" a.k.a  Asus s96j , capable of satisfyin my every need including gamin :P for atleast a couple of years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It s true that desires in humans never end , but they change from one form to other , just like energy in science.We can never be completely satisfied , and i do agree with that but for me there comes a threshold of satisfaction after which its all peaceful. 2006 did brought that to me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Getting over the things and moving on was perhaps the best part of it , or was it really? I do ask that to myself sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year i also became a fan of barista again simply because of the "lafaa gang". Literally spend every other evening there with these wonderful people , and loved every moment of it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything from those crazy nightouts , to those trips to paradise , to everything was quite simple perfect for me.&lt;/span&gt; It wont be wrong to say that for me 2006 was the year of friendship and the realization of how deep can it go in such short span of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i have somehow managed to complete an year of blogging.With around 40 posts , and loads of ups and downs i somehow am still a blogger at heart and i guess will alwayz be. From the dayz of being super excited about posting , to the dayz of thinking that its over now and then back to the dayz of loving the concept of blogs.It has been quite a ride.Somehow i ve managed to become more mature in the sense of a blogger. When i started blogs , all i was super concerned about was the number of people reading it or the number of comments they leave here but slowly and slowly i have realised that blogging is as much as a thing for yourself as for others. Sure i still love it when people like what i write , but more than that i love it when i smile reading my old things :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only regret i will take from this year is that i was nt able to work much on my game project.One Xcuse might be that after the gap of about an year i was back into playing some of the greatest titles of all times. Started right from&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; GTA SA to NFS MW to FEAR to AOE 3 to SCarface&lt;/span&gt; .....trust me when i say this , the list is long :) .As a new year s gift i ve fear XP to myself , which will be played in a couple of dayz. Am sure next year would be the year of my game start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact next year would be start of a lot of things. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My first job , the first time in my life when i ll move away from my parents, the first time i face an uncertain future , my Graduation , going away from some friends i care more than myself , changing the way i live the way i am....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at things other then myself , just yesterday something happened which i guess will affect a lot of things in coming future. Saddam hussen was hanged yesterday by a Government of Iraq created by USA. I would nt have cared much if his own people would have taken him down , but the fact that another country invaded a weaker country and executed their President just for the race for Oil, made me think about it so much. From the looks of it , the world future isnt that bright. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dark shadows are coming over and i guess it will keep on getting darker till they all explode, against USA&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and then the whole world&lt;/span&gt;. I hope i am wrong , but if ya look at it there s just no easy way out for USA now or maybe for any other country now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 2007 just about 6 hours away from here , I hope it brings happiness to all of you and peace to your minds. I guess things are about to change in mylife , and for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The real game called "LIFE" is about to start or has it already started :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tc Adioz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-116756748163144315?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116756748163144315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=116756748163144315' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/116756748163144315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/116756748163144315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/lookng-back-2006my-life.html' title='Lookng back @ 2006...my Life..'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-116694055397008881</id><published>2006-12-23T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T22:09:13.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a beautiful day</title><content type='html'>This song by U2 , best describes my current state of mind.It all looks so beautiful at times , esp when life s moving at a perfect speed. It's not that i have no worries or tensions to take care of , i have my share of problems , starting from only gettin 10 hours of sleep at times to not being able to complete a mission in some game :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from a nightout.Its 11 Am according to my watch and Get-some-sleep-dude according to my head , but dunt know why just wanna stay awake and write about it.It started in a very unplanned manner as usual (by usual i mean Everyone reaching late and then not knowing what exactly do we wanna do next).Being a saturday night we all ended up in a club , dancing till around2.Being in chandigarh , the sad part is that there s nothin much ya can afterwards.So we all ended up sittin in the cars and chatting away the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the whole night.From Ritam enacting Janice (Chandler's gf in friends, seriously if u dont know what am talking about here just jump off a cliff ) to we discussing daily soaps, movies and me discussing about my future plans on opening a "RICE CAFE/BAR" with all marketing and finance already given to Ankit (Actually he even gave the punch line "baar baar lagataar" but due to its dual meaning nature we kinda planned to rethink about it).It was all just amazingly awesome , as kidu puts it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times , i ask myself the question , which i guess every blogger does after a certain period of time. No its not why the Google ad sense is not making any money on the blog(it's actually a pointer for all ya goodie people to click on those ADs :P) , its "Why do i Blog".&lt;br /&gt;There are loads of answers which come to my mind.The best one is at days like this , its to record how happy I am at that point of time and to look back at it one day to realise how good things can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining as bright as ever.It s time like this that makes me realise just how beautiful all this really is , just how beautiful life is. It indeed is a beautiful day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s:I swear my post had nothing to do with the cute gurl , who lives right in front of my house ,staring at me . ;) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adioz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-116694055397008881?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116694055397008881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=116694055397008881' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/116694055397008881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/116694055397008881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-beautiful-day.html' title='It&apos;s a beautiful day'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-116655357891034718</id><published>2006-12-19T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T10:39:38.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolute or Complete</title><content type='html'>Life changes faster than i think it could. Sometimes i try and make meaning out of all the pieces of it , usually end up with different set of pieces. Probably the reason its so hard to completely understand makes it so interesting in the first place.There s so much you think you know , and then there s so much that happens and ends up teachin ya that what ya know is just the edge of the iceberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is there anything that is ever complete.If we believe that change is the only constant thing then its bound to happen.If that s the case everything ya have or do will have to change over a period of time.Thus it means that everything is incomplete because there s something that has to be changed over the period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the argument everything we have in life say love, friendship, work , dreams are all incomplete in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good side of this is that from that argument it is always possible to change anything in life at any point of time , be it anything , it can be changed.It's just a frame of your mind that stops ya from doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story :Extra free time results in too much extra thinking ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more important things that i want to write about like how my new haircut was able to bring a smile (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was more than that actually)&lt;/span&gt; on my parent s face or how these dayz i am forced to watch breakin news like "Kahan gaye 90 kilo : yeh kahani suniye Adnan sami ki zubaani" but dont know why felt like writing that instead. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adioz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-116655357891034718?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116655357891034718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=116655357891034718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/116655357891034718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/116655357891034718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/absolute-or-complete.html' title='Absolute or Complete'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-116551992256533403</id><published>2006-12-07T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T11:32:02.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments , thats all we live..</title><content type='html'>One moment is all it takes , to change your life completely.Just one decision , be it impulsive or thought after , can be the reason things can change so rapidly.Sometimes we make such good decisions that results in good expected things , other times we just screw up so bad that everything goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But be it good or bad , the decisions we take results in shaping the kind of person we become.Any slight change here or there would result in something that is just not us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So should we really keep cursing ourselves or our "so called" wrong decision , in case things seem to get bad.After thinking about it i really dont think so.Also , most of the times , the things we do which look horrible at that time , end up being not so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i said , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moments&lt;/span&gt; , that's all it takes , thats all we need , thats all we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.:Due to my super boring exams nd my overall lack of interest (partially due to extensive gaming) for writing am not able to blog much.Ohh nd this was just what i wanted to write , just like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-116551992256533403?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116551992256533403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=116551992256533403' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/116551992256533403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/116551992256533403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/moments-thats-all-we-live.html' title='Moments , thats all we live..'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-116198490798948359</id><published>2006-10-27T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T14:35:08.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Paradise ...Take 3..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Ab tak aapne dekha&lt;/b&gt; : Oye &lt;b style=""&gt;PAANDU&lt;/b&gt; pichle post padh le dimmag mat chaat :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aur ab Aage&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :-  Our new &lt;a href="http://www.why_do_u_click_here_u_moron.com"&gt;buddies&lt;/a&gt; aka &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Da Mosquitoes"&lt;/span&gt; were there to welcome us into our new accommodation for the coming couple of days and I must confess they seemed pretty hungry according to their behavior. Sadly we weren’t in the mood for blood donation, so we freshened up and ran back to the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though am not much fan of shopping (infact i hate it :P) but the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T shirts&lt;/span&gt; there were simply superb.Preet and shushie were like two lost kids in an ice cream parlor , they simply went nuts on their shopping spree. Me and kiddo who were still the two sane people left bought a couple of clothes and came out. Knowing that it would at least take an hour or a miracle to get those two out of the shops , me and kiddo decided to utilize our time. So we simply bought the biggest cake in the pastry shop and almost ate the whole of it (off course the bottom boring layer was left for the shoppers :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After like a zillion years , me met out long lost friends carrying more bags than a "&lt;i style=""&gt;koolie&lt;/i&gt;" at a railway station but still smiling more than Julia Roberts (am not kidding here :P) at their self presumed great deals .Now we had decided that the Dinner is going to be simply superb stuff but while exploring the place a bit further we saw this board.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Good food &amp;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome Waiters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;I have even seen the &lt;i style=""&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish these were brains"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; T shirt , but man this was the heights of stupidity. Even more surprising was the fact that it actually worked because Sushi and Kiddo were no where to be seen around. The food was good and even the Waiters were good (those faggots had no females waitresses &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; those @#$@##@$) but the best part was this cute little Pomerian &lt;b style=""&gt;"samba”. &lt;/b&gt;She was actually this hyper little puppy , who would just run like crazy all over the place. She was so cute that we even made a plan of kidnapping her and taken her back but looking at the number of Waiters with good physique there and keeping in mind that the place is actually close to china and all (What if they knew &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kung fu&lt;/span&gt; and that sorta shit huh ?)  , we decided to drop the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we came back from the fancy restaurant after having some coffee along with some mixed fruit salad (The name was something fancy but basically it was all that was there ,why couldn’t the morons write &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Fruit salad :100Rs"&lt;/span&gt; :P).So basically our dinner wasn’t that satisfying to our tummy but luckily we saw some 2 mins take away noodles. So we had our great Dinner while walking on the road in the middle of the night back to our sidey room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night wasn’t that easy to pass, especially with out new found Buddies in the room who were definitely on a hunger strike before we checked into add insult to the injury , we were genius enough to get some booze back.(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Note to self&lt;/span&gt; Hillz+Booze = Not a good combination :P).So the whole god damn night there was someone or the other kicking and preet talking to himself.I couldnt understand it much but it seemed to be like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Himesh Reshamkimaa's" &lt;/span&gt;songs simply because even da mosquitoes decided to run for their lives (but hey look at the bright side there was no need to buy the coil now ehh ;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;I thought the first day was full of action ..but man my real &lt;a href="http://www.will_you_ever_learn.com"&gt;search&lt;/a&gt; was just about to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;P.s:My attempt is to finish this in 5 parts Max :P and at a good regular speed also ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-116198490798948359?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116198490798948359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=116198490798948359' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/116198490798948359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/116198490798948359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/trip-to-paradise-take-3.html' title='Trip to Paradise ...Take 3..'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-116172097993465047</id><published>2006-10-24T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T12:12:38.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of da Black...Trip to Paradise...Take 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OK ,i know that was a sad choice for a title but well, then again looking at my previous ones i don’t see you complaining either :). It's been realllllllllllllllllly long time now since i blogged properly.Also i have some unfinished blogs which i was suppose to complete the very next day but errrrrr due to unavoidable 24 hours gaming fests with my laptop , those had to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first things first , my fav trip of them all &lt;a href="http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-trip-to-paradisetake-1.html"&gt;Trip to paradise&lt;/a&gt; contd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Ab tak aapne dekha&lt;/b&gt; (Its Recap for all u Angrez out there) - 4 innocent friends left for a place known as Mac leodganj , after lying at their respective places offcourse.They thought that their journey was gonna be an easy one but damn it was full of dangers like sitting inn a &lt;b style=""&gt;HARAYANA ROADWAYS&lt;/b&gt; Bus &lt;i style=""&gt;,the wheels bursting suddenly or near fatal accidents like overeating&lt;/i&gt; :O (Some said it was a miracle that they survived that journey).Just when they thought they made it , he saw &lt;a href="http://www.le_ab_padh_le_aage.com/"&gt;her.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aur ab aage&lt;/b&gt; (I am very inspired by TV serials these dayz)- Well she was &lt;b style=""&gt;"Elena&lt;/b&gt;" from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;paris&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Not exactly your typical I-m-from-PAARIS-I-m-Freakin-HOT types.She was more like "&lt;i style=""&gt;Marge Simpson"&lt;/i&gt; with brown hair , pretty cute if you ask preet ;).The bus dropped us off to Kangda and from there we decided to walk for some distance.Preet even carried Elena s bags , since they were so damn heavy , ofcourse our &lt;i style=""&gt;Punjabi Himesh Reshamkimaa&lt;/i&gt; (that wasnt intentional, i simply can't spell it :P) had no problems in carrying the bags of &lt;b style=""&gt;"Mrs Simpson&lt;/b&gt;" from Paris   :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindblowing, would be an understatement to describe the view.It was , well simply Paradise.We started walking ,but soon we realised that eating chips and drinking coke everyday isnt really a way to attain good stamina, so we simply gave up and caught a local bus.The Zig zag road on which we were travelling seemed like it was floating above a sea of clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another 20 mins , we finally reached the place.After saying goodbye to Elena (I still wonder why would anyone visit India all alone) we started our search for some food.Luckily kiddo knew a lot about the Thai errr tibetian errr whatever damn food that they served there.We finally landed up at this amazing Restaurant known as "&lt;b style=""&gt;The Exile brother's cafe"&lt;/b&gt; , simply having this superb view with amazing music and excellent food(if you can , please try this dish known as "&lt;i style=""&gt;Thupaa"&lt;/i&gt; , its awesome).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there s one good thing about my friends its that they all , just like me, don’t like to plan things in advance. So as usual this trip wasn’t planned one either. As a result we were now 3 &lt;i style=""&gt;"Besahara" kids and 1 Himesh lookalike&lt;/i&gt; , in a distant hill station where everyone speaks a language you cant understand.The best part was that almost no one had any BIG room free , so after some hours of crazy searching we finally managed to get a double bed room with extra mattresses and ofcourse  made some new &lt;a href="http://www.Milte_hain_agle_part_mein.com"&gt;Buddies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be Continued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:24pt;"&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-116172097993465047?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116172097993465047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=116172097993465047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/116172097993465047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/116172097993465047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/return-of-da-blacktrip-to-paradisetake.html' title='Return of da Black...Trip to Paradise...Take 2.'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-115808208055746738</id><published>2006-09-12T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T11:58:21.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heights of randomness -just another day in final year..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"With final year of Engineering comes a lot of responsibilities and  big responsibilities comes a huge need of time committment.Ohh Chuck it , who am i kidding , Party booze , more party and More BOOZE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats exactly what goes in the mind of a 'normal' Final year &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"PLACED"&lt;/span&gt; engineering student.I do not have any more pressure to finish assignments on time , no more tension of ever decreasing grades , no more tension on whether the Professor on whom i had thrown the chalks would find out if it was me ,ahhh well its kinda still there but what i mean to say is Final year means Chillax.Life starts flowing smooth and well you do exactly what every sane person should do when life s in such a smooth phase,PARTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with me and my friends is that we all are the laziest bums on this planet and do not want to do anywork whatsoever.So who the hell will do the planning part ?? Well who the hell cares ehh ;)&lt;br /&gt;Thats exactly what happened with us on last weekend.We all were bored away with life , esp considering the fact that it had been almost close to 72 hours without a proper khappi outing.So we decided a nite out like old "AIESEC" timez.&lt;br /&gt;The niteout memberz :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://preetarjun.nomadlife.org"&gt;Preet&lt;/a&gt;- Another wehla like me :P  ,check out the trip to paradise (That reminds me i still have 2 more parts to write for that  :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiddo&lt;/span&gt; -Probably the cutest and the khappiest girl i have met.(Refer to paradise take 1 :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AB a.k.a "Da Dude"&lt;/span&gt; - Can drive faster then u can think, ohh yeah :D.Quite true to his name btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vaiby a.k.a "Mr. Cool"&lt;/span&gt;- Even if his pant s on fire , most probs he ll stay cool about it.He  just cant loose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yasho a.k.a "Minty"&lt;/span&gt; - Have known her quite recently but man i got to know her so much on this trip ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And Ofcourse me a.k.a "KD" a.k.a "Da best" a.k.a "GOD like"  a.k.a "Perfectionist"&lt;/span&gt; - Man its hard to be modest :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it all started on saturday afternoon when we got to know that kiddo and minty got permissions from their PGs to stay out that night at some friends place.So the nightout was planned errr decided , errrr discussed , errr well we did decided on the fact that it s going to be a nightout.&lt;br /&gt;I had to goto another party so we decided to meet at 8:30 sharp in a coffe joint in sec 35.My party got a bit extended primarily because of Romanian Vodka (it has freakin 90% alcohol :o) and some friend who i met after so long.&lt;br /&gt;So anywayz i messaged them like crazy to reach on 8:30 sharp.They all were kinda pissed off coz i reached at around 10 but hey its me remember and there was romanian vodka there lol.&lt;br /&gt;So then began the biggest decision of them all , what are we really suppose to do next.We had some options like :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go for a Movie and then roam around the city all night (Done that)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just roam around the city (Done that)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roam around the city with slogans of "Gali gali mein shor hai , Pakistan chor hai"(Well seen that in cricket matches :P)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go uphills.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Now the last part interested everyone coz it sure was adventureous and was good enough to eat up the whole night.So then it started , all 6 of us stuffed inside ABs car (dont ask me how :P).As it was already around 11 , most of the "English wine and Beer shop" (Read 'Thekas') were closed.Our hopes of getting drunk were on the verge of dying  brutal death ,just when we saw "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World of whiskies"&lt;/span&gt; (A modern theka with every kind of booze you want , basically paradise ) , it was still open.Trust me when i say this , i have never seen 6 grown up individuals soo damn happy at the sight of a booze shop.I somehow got the feeling that the night is gonna be one hell of a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued .... (trust me i ll finish it tomm :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-115808208055746738?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115808208055746738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=115808208055746738' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115808208055746738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115808208055746738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/heights-of-randomness-just-another-day.html' title='Heights of randomness -just another day in final year..'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-115722651178543020</id><published>2006-09-02T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T12:48:31.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brighter than Sunshine...</title><content type='html'>It's been really long now .Day by day i am gettin irregular in my bloggin habits.Who s to blame ?? I have no answer.Nywayz there s so much that i have to write about , there is so much left like my series of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Trip to paradise"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my unfinished tag&lt;/span&gt; (Yeah i dont forget anything) or things that are happening these dayz like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My new laptop&lt;/span&gt; (ohh yeah i love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"da B(-@$T&lt;/span&gt;(It says "The beast" am just showing off)" , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my 2nd placement , my latest crush &lt;/span&gt;who i saw in barista today lol :D but right now i guess all that has to wait a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished  watching the movie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A lot like love"&lt;/span&gt; , and i have to admit i simply loved it.To a certain extent because of its beautiful  love story but more  importantly because of this song  :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr color="#b0b0b0" noshade="noshade" size="1" width="600"&gt; &lt;span class="body"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;h1&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003399;"&gt; Artist: Aqualung Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Song:  Brighter Than Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; I never understood before&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what love was for&lt;br /&gt;My heart was broke, my head was sore&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tied up in ancient history&lt;br /&gt;I didnt believe in destiny&lt;br /&gt;I look up you're standing next to me&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Love burns brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall, i don't care&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours and suddenly you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you're mine&lt;br /&gt;and it's brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never saw it happening&lt;br /&gt;I'd given up and given in&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't take the hurt again&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the strength to fight&lt;br /&gt;suddenly you seemed so right&lt;br /&gt;Me and you&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Love burns brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;It's brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall, I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours and suddenly you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you're mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's brighter than the sun&lt;br /&gt;It's brighter than the sun&lt;br /&gt;It's brighter than the sun, sun, shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love will remain a mystery&lt;br /&gt;But give me your hand and you will see&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is keeping time with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Love burns brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;It's brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall, I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours and suddenly you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you're mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a feeling in my soul ...(repeat chorus to end)&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;(i just replayed it for the 15th time now :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love aint that difficult to find , you just gotta be patient enough :) , love has its own mysterious ways of reaching upto you.You never know when , where , why  .......&lt;br /&gt;(ohh by the way this has nothing to do with the girl in Baristaa :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s:Soon the world will witness the return of Black, Sirius Black .He aint dead , he s just on a small little break :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-115722651178543020?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115722651178543020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=115722651178543020' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115722651178543020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115722651178543020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/brighter-than-sunshine.html' title='Brighter than Sunshine...'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-115610099983129932</id><published>2006-08-20T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T12:18:36.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Beautiful..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sorry but my continuation to the trip to paradise has to wait for a couple of another dayz. Today am really in mood to write something different. Frankly speaking am not really sure what I wanna write about. Nyways will try to make some sense out of what I want to write. (Quite a difficult job you see :P)&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMP&lt;/span&gt;:I guess its another one of my mood swings , so another different side of me you gonna see.Njoy if ya can lol&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time is the biggest healer and change maker of them all. With time things have changed so much. So much , that sometimes I wonder if there is anything such as permanent in this world. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sometimes you are so happy that you want that moment to freeze and you want to stay in that place forever .Sometimes you are so down and out that you wish if this all could just be a bad dream. The best explanation to this according to me would be that its all about maintaining the equilibrium.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For eg. If you get all the good everytime , sooner or later you will forget the importance and value of small things that give ya happiness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the other hand if u get them in small doses with regular amount of bumps in the road , the journey of life becomes all the more exciting. In gaming language I mean what fun would it be , if you had all the cheat codes and you knew that you are always gonna win.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life if we look at it is really simple. I have always made good decisions in life , because all those decisions have made me into what I am now .Yes , my imperfect nature makes me regret some of them for sure , but if I look at the bigger picture I am always sure that they were indeed good decisions. It wont be wrong to say that all the experience be it good or ugly, its all worth it.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Life is simply “Crazy beautiful”. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Crazy :&lt;/b&gt; Because of the ups and downs , because of the uncertainty it holds ,because of the speed at which it can really change.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Beautiful &lt;/b&gt;: Because of the things it makes you learn , because of the variety it has , because of the loved ones you have with yourself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The journey is always more beautiful if you have more people to share it with. We know those with the name of “&lt;b style=""&gt;FRIENDS”&lt;/b&gt; in life. So always cherish what you have instead of wanting more , trust me it ll make your life quite satisfied if not perfect.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The song below has been one of my favorites &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for quite some time now.Just wanted to post the lyrics along , coz the song is simply crazy beautiful ;) (And true also) NJOY&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;SUNSCREEN by Baz Luhrmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99&lt;br /&gt;If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be&lt;br /&gt;it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by&lt;br /&gt;scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable&lt;br /&gt;than my own meandering&lt;br /&gt;experience…I will dispense this advice now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not&lt;br /&gt;understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.&lt;br /&gt;But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and&lt;br /&gt;recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before&lt;br /&gt;you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you&lt;br /&gt;imagine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as&lt;br /&gt;effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing&lt;br /&gt;bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that&lt;br /&gt;never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="16"&gt;4pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on some idle Tuesday.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Do one thing everyday that scares you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with&lt;br /&gt;people who are reckless with yours.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Floss&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with&lt;br /&gt;yourself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you&lt;br /&gt;succeed in doing this, tell me how.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stretch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your&lt;br /&gt;life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they&lt;br /&gt;wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year&lt;br /&gt;olds I know still don’t.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Get plenty of calcium.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe&lt;br /&gt;you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky&lt;br /&gt;chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t&lt;br /&gt;congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your&lt;br /&gt;choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,&lt;br /&gt;use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people&lt;br /&gt;think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever&lt;br /&gt;own..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the&lt;br /&gt;people most likely to stick with you in the future.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you&lt;br /&gt;should hold on. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and&lt;br /&gt;lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you&lt;br /&gt;knew when you were young.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Live in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New York City&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; once, but leave before it makes you hard; live&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;st1:place&gt;Northern  California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; once, but leave before it makes you soft.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Travel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will&lt;br /&gt;philander, you too will get old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, and when you do you’ll fantasize&lt;br /&gt;that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were&lt;br /&gt;noble and children respected their elders.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Respect your elders.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,&lt;br /&gt;maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one&lt;br /&gt;might run out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will&lt;br /&gt;look 85.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who&lt;br /&gt;supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of&lt;br /&gt;fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the&lt;br /&gt;ugly parts and recycling it for more than&lt;br /&gt;it’s worth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As i said , Crazy Beautiful :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-115610099983129932?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115610099983129932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=115610099983129932' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115610099983129932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115610099983129932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/crazy-beautiful.html' title='Crazy Beautiful..'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-115454728265691771</id><published>2006-08-02T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T14:09:14.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to Paradise...Take 1..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Long time no c ;), ahmm I know but when you combine the heavy duty work for placements and the holidayz &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'utilized'&lt;/span&gt; in the two of the most amazing trips back to back , it becomes a valid reason for my absence and of course some hell lot of stuff to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming back from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TiKartal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; (An amazing place near Morni hills) with my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"AALAA"&lt;/span&gt; group  , I thought of blogging about it but just then the plan of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Paradise"&lt;/span&gt; got finalized , after which I think the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tikartal trip ,AIESEC,B@@ZE day posts&lt;/span&gt; have to wait for some time.By Paradise i meant &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"MacLeod Ganj"&lt;/span&gt; (some lost souls name it as '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maclordgunj' or 'Maclothgunj'&lt;/span&gt; for the Punjabi version :P , so its basically the same place if the previous names ring any bells.).For other s , its a hill station near '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Palampur' and 'Dharamshala'&lt;/span&gt;  , yeah the same place where '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dalai lama&lt;/span&gt;' goes.(If you still don’t have any idea of what i am talking about , just get up from your seat , bang your head on the wall&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; thrice&lt;/span&gt; , come back , and try google ;) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short the place can be best described as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PARADISE&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;”.&lt;/span&gt; Following is my journey to that amazing place and will be broken in parts, yeah it’s that good and big ;), one of the best trips which will stay in my mind for a very very long time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Chaar Acters :-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://preetarjun.nomadlife.org"&gt;Preet&lt;/a&gt; - A      very old and a dear friend , since the dayz of AIESEC.One of the nicest      guys one can ever meet.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Good things&lt;/span&gt;(The Lies)-Calm and composed ,simply a cool dude and an amazing person.      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAD things&lt;/span&gt;(The truth) -Alwayz plans on throwing everyone down the hill, shopping      FREAK :( , can’t sleep on trips and doesn’t let other ppl sleep either.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Kiddo&lt;/span&gt; -A very old and dear friend,      since the dayz of AIESEC. One of the cutest and coolest girls I have ever met.      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good things (The lies)&lt;/span&gt;- can always make you smile ,never tries to rush ppl early in      the morning, introduced me to "Thuppa" (GAWD I miss that kinda      food) :D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Bad things&lt;/span&gt;(The truth) - Oversleeps  (really cant think of anything      else :P)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sushi &lt;/span&gt;- A very old and      dear friend , since the dayz of AIESEC (yeah it was all about old AIESECrz      and about old friends :P).Probably the only girl I have ever met who is so      damn pink , that I am  sure even if she blushes no1 will ever know ;)      One of the most perfect examples of beauty with brainz.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good things&lt;/span&gt; (The lies)-A very      understanding person, you can talk to her for hours. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad things&lt;/span&gt;(The truth)-1st one to      sleep and sadly the 1st one to wake up :( , then tries to wake every1 else      up, shopping freak :(.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sirius&lt;/span&gt; -i.e. ME, your s truly,      the great blogger, the Genius (aur kitne tareef karoon apni ;) (People who      are now making confused faces , may please repeat the head banging on      walls exercise one more time, thank you).&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good things&lt;/span&gt; -Hates shopping , always      up for more sleep and more booze&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Bad things &lt;/span&gt;- Isn’t really a happy guy      when traveling up the hills in a bus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So it all began on last Thursday evening. We all weren’t really sure that this trip could be finalized, since we all weren’t getting permissions at home. In the evening I went over to my friends place to get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Inscrutable Americans"&lt;/span&gt; by Anurag mathur, coz a lot of people had claimed that it was by far better then 5 point some1.The story is about a guy named GOPAL , a small town boy from India who goes to US for studying and Errrrrrrrrrr getting the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INTERNATIONAL EXPOSURE&lt;/span&gt; :P and how he faces things there.So it seemed like a good time investment for atleast half of the upcoming weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fate, it seems had something much better instored for us.The plan got finalized in the night. Since we had to reach back to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chandigarh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; on Monday due to college work, we had to leave the very next morning. I called up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;AB &lt;/span&gt;, telling him about the plan and that we are leaving the very next morning.(Yeah it was originally going to be 5 crazy old AIESECRs in the Paradise) but with only 7 hours of deadline to pack your bags , get permissions and all that , it wasn’t possible for him :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the excitement of going there was so much that I ended up sleeping at 2Am in the morning (Actually it was because of my late night sleeping habits that I couldn’t sleep early :P).Almost every1 , including myself, expected me to get late as usual in the morning. But only god knows how I woke up at 5 and reached the Bus stand at &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="6"&gt;6 AM&lt;/st1:time&gt; sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a bust to Kangda first , we started moving at around 6:30.Slowly and slowly I was going back to my fav. Sleep zone. After some time I woke up just to find out that we were stopping. I always knew that "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haryana Roadways"&lt;/span&gt; was fast, but man this was the ROCKET SPEED. My dreams of reaching there so easily got shattered when I found out that the bus had a Flat tyre and we were barely out of the city's boundary. Thankfully they got the bus running pretty soon after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Harayana Roadwayz"&lt;/span&gt; buses is that their drivers are never taught about a very important thing known as BRAKES. It’s a roundabout, they don’t care. It’s a speed breaker, they don’t care. There are people on the road, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THEY DONT CARE&lt;/span&gt;. In short my kind of bus only except the part that I don’t really get a good feeling when I am in sucha roller coaster ride upto the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hills/heaven/hell &lt;/span&gt;(It all depends on your driver) with my Tummy full.&lt;br /&gt;So i was taking the precautions  of traveling  with  almost no food in my tummy to gimme that throw up kind of feeling. Sadly i never considered wafers as a food item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; NOTE to self: Everything in excess can become a food item.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my journey was more into making weird faces, trying to catch up on my precious sleep , trying to read the "Inscrutable Americans" etc.Finally after 7 looooooong hours , we reached Kangda.We were finally in the hilly area.The view was just so damn beautiful., the paradise was so damn close to us. Just then , I saw &lt;a href="http://www.Agle-post-zaroor-padhna-to-know-more-about-her.com"&gt;her &lt;/a&gt; standing right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.....&lt;/p&gt;P.s:I increased the font size for the blog, is it any good.Do temme.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to : Last call f0r alc0h0l -Kanye west.Simply superb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-115454728265691771?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115454728265691771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=115454728265691771' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115454728265691771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115454728265691771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-trip-to-paradisetake-1.html' title='My trip to Paradise...Take 1..'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-115394292375949430</id><published>2006-07-26T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T12:47:26.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My "LOVE THEORY"</title><content type='html'>I alwayz knew that there will be someday when i will be irregular to blogging but never imagined that day to be coming so soon.Its not my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Good-bye-blogging-world,I-love-you-all" post&lt;/span&gt; :P.The main reason is that i got too damn busy in working and partying (ofcourse) , that i couldnt get much time.Also the crap about Blogspot being banned by indian Govt. and all that made much of my free time to go into Orkutting and Chatting instead of blogging.(Am good at Xcuses aint I ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna write a post about my today's amazing trip to an awesome place known as "Titar Taal" near Morni hills and how I managed to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dance while sitting at the door of the car at the speed of 100kmph&lt;/span&gt; but i guess that post will go for laterz.Atleast till the time i get the awesome pics from kaka :P.So a super fun filled Post coming your way soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today am more in mood to write some serious stuff.Shocked , should be your expression :P but in my defence I had half a bottle of Vodka today and my tummy is on fire due to the after effects of excessive drinking and eating even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love , they say is the most complicated topic to be understood by human brains which mostly understands the language of logics.There is a very popular saying that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Love can't be controlled , simply because if you control it , it aint love".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in simple terms is simply a human emotion but unlike others its a very pure and absolute form of human emotion.Its like either you love someone or you dont , there is no intermediate thing, although i have heard some1 saying that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i love my Boyfriend about 60%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question that some people alwayz have is that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Is love a time depedent pehnomenon?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer to that is Yes.Like everything else , love can also be time dependent.Before all you Bollywood movie lovers try to kill me ,What i mean to say here is that ,with time your love for a person 'can' change into other emotions.&lt;br /&gt;I think the concept of true love or love happening only once in life is not very real , atleast not in today's world.And frankly speaking there is nothing wrong with it either.&lt;br /&gt;It's sometimes very sad to see that a person screws up his/her life just coz he/she could'nt get the desired person.I have known quite a few of those kind of people.Its been very rightly said that "Love can make a person blind".The reason i believe to such actions is that it's is a very powerful emotion and can make a person do very wierd , wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral of the story&lt;/span&gt;:In  order to live your life normally , you need to be in control , which directly implies that you cant live your life normally when you are in love ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty twisted ehh , but then lack of sleep added to all my previous excuses , is a fair explanation of sucha post.&lt;br /&gt;Hey nywayz what else do you expect on my blog anywayz ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TC adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-115394292375949430?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115394292375949430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=115394292375949430' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115394292375949430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115394292375949430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-love-theory.html' title='My &quot;LOVE THEORY&quot;'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-115308542754736887</id><published>2006-07-16T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T14:30:27.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Placement season and Laptop Search....</title><content type='html'>If i was to name one thing in engineering which is truly amazing and alwayz stands apart , its gotta be the Placement Season.The &lt;a href="http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/road-to-paradise.html"&gt;first placement &lt;/a&gt; is alwayz a rocking experience.But the best part is ,if you are a part of Placement Committe , you get to experience that kinda feeling (ahmm yeah, i meant that :P) over and over again.I feel quite lucky to be able to see and help most of my friends get through amazing companies.The best part comes when the results are announced and you cant help but showing your 32 Colgate dantmanjan friends to your other friends.Its a different story that by that time you are so damn tired that your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feet are on the verge of Premature Retirement and your head wants a banging session against the wall&lt;/span&gt;.It gets very late in the night and you see some people sleeping on their seats in audi.People like me cant stop themselves from slapping comments like : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Dekh kitne araam se so raha hai , ab to Munnu Nappy mein bhi happy"&lt;/span&gt;.Trust me thats the only way to keep people smiling when they are so damn tensed that they seem to be a Chintamani lookalike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just as the results are announced , everything fades away :D  , you just cant stop smiling and feeling good for all your friends who got in.At the same time you also feel bad for some of your friends who couldnt make it through but every1 knows there s alwayz next time.&lt;br /&gt;By the way ,The paragraphs above are my excuse for not writing a post for so long ;) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France lost the World cup and along with that i lost the maximum number of bets.(Another reason for bloggin gap :P).Although the decision to give red card to Zidane is not completely justified but the Italians were just lucky that night and my poor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wallet &lt;/span&gt;was unlucky as it was on the verge of being stripped down the next morning for the search of any 1000Rs notes which i might have kept in there for such disaster scenarios.Sadly the search ended with absolutely no lookalikes of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red colored Gandhi &lt;/span&gt;and thus it was time for my account to be searched.The poah thing is almost empty as i try to cover up the bets.Trust me when i say this , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its fun to win or lose the bets when its on BOOZE ;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer :Techie stuff ahead :P beware.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately i have been searching for a laptop like crazy.My college provides some laptops with heavy discounts but those are definately nowhere close to my present needs.It was quite a time consuming task , hence am writng this so that i am able to help some1 :).my needs are like :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.83 Ghz Intel Dual core processor &lt;/span&gt;(Dual core - two procesors glued in one , although it d&lt;br /&gt;oesnt necesarrily means twice the performance, but its fast i tell you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1gb ram&lt;/span&gt; -Its a must these dayz.&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the most important part :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;256 Mb Graphics card&lt;/span&gt; - if you are into heavy games , then you gotta have it on.Its like a must for every good gamer.I m opting for Nvidia&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; geforce go 7400&lt;/span&gt;.It has 128 shared and 128 dedicated memory  or in my language its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOT stuff&lt;/span&gt; ;).&lt;br /&gt;Now a lot has been said about the new 64 bit processors.For the info of normal species, its like every processor used to run 32 bit applications on standard windows like win xp etc.AMD  launched its 64 bit processor some time back , which will run 64 bit applications.For it to be sucessful ,its necesarry that it should also work well with 32 bit applications.&lt;br /&gt;In simpler terms , although the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;64 bit take over is inevitable but the transition will take atleast 3 years &lt;/span&gt;and then also , soo many huge applications are dependent on 32 bit that your 32 bit intel processors are safe for coming 5 years atleast.Thats the reasons i choose Intel Duo core  32 bit technology over the new Amd 64 bit , since AMD processors are still not that reliable when it comes to laptops in 64bits.&lt;br /&gt;Also there are some good websites likes &lt;a href="http://laptopreviews.com"&gt;laptopreviews&lt;/a&gt; where loads of information along with discount coupons can be found easily.&lt;br /&gt;I finally have decided to get the cheapest one there ie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hp pavilion dv 5000 series&lt;/span&gt; which can be around 90k + with my specifications but then Sony would cross 1.5 lakh with it.&lt;br /&gt;I m planning to ship it from US , so it will turn out to be not that costly.&lt;br /&gt;Incase any 1 has certain more queries i ll be glad to help ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;END of Geeky part.(&lt;/span&gt;Phewwww&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man its hard to control myself from screwing up a serious paragraph which i just wrote above :p&lt;br /&gt;Lately i observed some things about blogging.Some bloggers start with great enthusiasm but after a couple of months the motivation dies down.Its not wrong or anything , even i felt it some what.&lt;br /&gt;But in my case its the madness of writing almost everything i want to and getting on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;comments from people (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;U getting any hints , yes i am talkin to YOU!&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; that keeps on driving me.Sometimes you feel so free to express yourself in the form of writing  that its a pleasure in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few dayz back i also decided to start writing about my experiences in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a Global Youth Organisation&lt;/span&gt; , for which i was a part of for about 1.5 years, known as AIESEC.I must confess , when i look back at the whole span of 1.5 years its was a very eventful journey in the organisation , which was  full of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Action , adventure , drunk parties, growing up , friendship, rebellion , decisions and finding who I really am&lt;/span&gt;.Yeah a journey of finding who I really am :) and what am i really made up of (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God to me : Its bones , flesh and hmmmm some more bones you idiot , thats all).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So following posts might have my series on the way , 1 thing i can assure ya its gonna be one heelvua ride ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TC adio&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'zzzzzzzzz'&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/24997287-115308542754736887?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115308542754736887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=115308542754736887' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115308542754736887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115308542754736887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/placement-season-and-laptop-search.html' title='Placement season and Laptop Search....'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-115214309284632512</id><published>2006-07-05T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:44:52.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistaken Identity</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I am chatting on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MSN &lt;/span&gt;, it happens that some people confuse me with another person of same name.It happens because we both share some common friends.But name and common friends are the only two things similar in between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;e is a very formal kinda guy , u can imagine a person who sleeps in his Suit , with his hand folded around his chest in the most formal way you have seen , that s him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; on the other hand am a very very different person from that(Am sure u knw that by now :P).Forget sleeping in a suit , if i even changes into my night suit , my parents think i am&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; either drunk or its a miracle &lt;/span&gt;and ofcourse i think that its more fun to sleep half of the day :D. Yeah that s me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever some1 used to confuse me with that person , i alwayz used to tell them that its me.Now  a couple of dayz back , i was sittin online doing nothing (wats new ehh :P) in the afternoon. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey , the cable TV wasnt workin ok&lt;/span&gt;).This friend of mine gets online too , for sake of privacy i ll name her "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms.AK"&lt;/span&gt;, what follows next is conversation between me and her.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only this time i forgot to tell her that its me :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With emoticons intact :P and change in names ofcourse and i am not changing the language or the way she wrote ;) :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.AK says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heylo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; how u doin ? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.AK says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doin well....u temme ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chillin , it was such an amazing weather in the  morning  :D (&lt;/span&gt;In my MSN , i have added some embellised words instead of normal words , like glitters in a letter or heart shaped 'm' etc etc :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.AK says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wat??? "Sirius Black" usin red embellished words!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.AK says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so wen u leavin???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By this time i knew it was another case of mistaken identity , only this time i wanted to play along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soon yaar :heart  (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heart smiley :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.AK says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r u fine "Sirius Black"???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No yaar ,am  gonna jump of the window in 5  Mins....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.AK says:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ohkay.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am  high on drugs u c :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.AK says:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wat???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.AK says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ummm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.AK says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m lost for words ya...nice pic tho... &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was a group pic : hahaha :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thx , u also wanna try some Dope  ;) &lt;/span&gt;(Translation for Aliens : Dope =Drugs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.AK says:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wtf :o :o (&lt;/span&gt;A series of shocked emoticons)&lt;br /&gt;Me says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My  Marriage is scheduled next  month by the way :(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ms.AK says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xcuse me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I wanted to delay it but Arggggggggggggh the  Kids want it asap  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.AK says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;u aready have me in splits ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Though i dunt wanna do it Marriage.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.AK says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R ya sure , you are OK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah even  my Gay friend "hot_stud007"  is depressed  :(( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.AK say :  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:o :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ohh wat the hell , here goes one  More line of CoKe  &lt;/span&gt;(Coke stands for Cocaine :P)&lt;br /&gt;Ms.AK says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allrite if ya say so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah but i dont wanna break  into another Shop to get  more  money u c :-s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.AK says:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ohkay....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nywayz u tell me hows chintu nd bobby  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.AK says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; gud gud ya... &lt;/span&gt;  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By this time she decided to play along :P&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Ms.AK says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chintu has fever...but everything elses fine....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give him  a little dope yaar , he ll b fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.AK says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i thot so too....but hes aready down two n not feelin beta....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; U  know am  gonna go ahead with  My Dream  project also , very soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.AK says:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; wat dream project...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;u dunt Knw :o :o :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.AK says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am  opening up a Dance Bar in Jhunjhunwala Complex  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of minutes of waiting for her reply , i decided it was time to tell her the truth :P.Later she told me that she couldnt reply because she almost fell of her chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral of the story &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never confuse "Sirius Black" with another person :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ps:&lt;/span&gt;In case you read it very seriously , &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with a sense of humour comparable to the serious uncle types actor they show at DD1&lt;/span&gt;, I was kidding about all the things i said in the convo to her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ps:&lt;/span&gt; Although portugal lost the match against france , they surely became a winning team in my eyes.France just got lucky by penalty and missed header by figo. Portugal simply rockzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a completely unrelated personal topic which none of you will understand :P.&lt;br /&gt;In case u read it :P(Almost impossible thing)- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Besta luck yaar , njoy and have a safe journey.Thx for everything :D will miss ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tc Adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-115214309284632512?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115214309284632512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=115214309284632512' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115214309284632512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115214309284632512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/mistaken-identity.html' title='Mistaken Identity'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-115188047489640664</id><published>2006-07-02T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T15:56:05.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain , logics &amp; Football :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today was one of the hottest dayz , here in chandigarh.Sun was shining like a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; crazy maniac&lt;/span&gt; trying to burn down every1 who steps out of his/her house.For me it was the usual , &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i cant wake up its so freakin hot anywayz&lt;/span&gt;, kind of day.It was like :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The flowers&lt;/span&gt; -were on the verge of committing suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Humans&lt;/span&gt; -were no where to b seen on roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Animals&lt;/span&gt; -were trying to find a shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Insects&lt;/span&gt; - hmm well who cares about them anywayz ehh  :P.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was so dead the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 10 mins back it started &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raining&lt;/span&gt; here and everything changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Flowers&lt;/span&gt; - Dunno but they gotta b happy, if they are not under a flood: o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Humans&lt;/span&gt; -are nowhere to be seen on roads, Most of them are sleeping, its &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="3"&gt;3 Am&lt;/st1:time&gt; remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Animals &lt;/span&gt;- Still trying to find a shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Insects&lt;/span&gt; - Who Cares!&lt;br /&gt;Damn why can’t it rain in the morning :-s.&lt;br /&gt;But 1 thing is for sure, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when the first drop of rain hits the ground, the fragrance of soil is simply amazing&lt;/span&gt;. It’s just the most soothing, relaxing, superb (hmm u get the point right) fragrance ever.&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me , when i was a kid , i always used to think that i can explain  almost every possible thing that happens with my super-dooper Logics ofcourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeku , &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very innocently&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yaar why does it rain?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me , &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after few seconds of applying my superb logics&lt;/span&gt; :"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God must be taking a shower :D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeku , &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost instantaneously&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Acha sooo tell me, why was sun shining so brightly today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me , a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gain using my inborn talent of logics &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Simple , God must be studying hard , so the Bulb was on , at higher intensity  :D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeku , &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after few seconds of deep thought process&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Why does the wind blows?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; almost smiling now :"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God must be feeling , its hot , so he switched on his fan ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cheeku , with a pepsodent smile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:"I think you are right, Thanks Bro !!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last i heard about Cheeku was that he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;failed miserably&lt;/span&gt; in his physics subject in 9th Standard , before which , he was seen arguing with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Physics teacher&lt;/span&gt;.The argument started when the teacher was trying to teach the concept of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Evaporation"&lt;/span&gt;.(That’s why I loved my school , &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no teacher interested in teaching no students interested in learning&lt;/span&gt; :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few dayz i have gained a deep interest in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World cup football.&lt;/span&gt;It is not because even my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doodhwaala&lt;/span&gt; talks about how good the Team Brazil is or the fact that almost every1 i know wants to talk about football.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its simply because of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bets and Booze&lt;/span&gt; part it accompanies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Bets&lt;/span&gt; - Lately i have managed to win a lot of my 'major' bets with my family / friends resulting in a huge Colgate smile over my face 24/7 and not to mention my heavier wallet :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Booze&lt;/span&gt; - If there s anything more fun then playing GTA Vice city , its gotta be watching a football match in a Pub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Scenario &lt;/span&gt;:- A nice trendy Pub , with a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Large screen display of Football match&lt;/span&gt; between England and Portugal.Around 30 men including me and my "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AALAA&lt;/span&gt;" group friends and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt; ofcourse.Almost every1 excluding a very few people were neutral spectators.So whenever there was any1 who missed a goal or a chance to goal, the whole pub used to start the process of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abusing  and swearing&lt;/span&gt; upon the players (The names , half of which , couldn’t even pronounce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Towards the end almost every1 wanted the Underdogs "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Portugal&lt;/span&gt;" to win.The result of the match was going to be decided by the Penalty shootouts.As soon as C.Ronaldo hit the last penalty in , every1 went wild , cheering the slogans like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Portugal rulez"  , "Portugal rocks" "Pakistan Murdabad"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(It alwayz happens :P) etc , with almost every ordering another round of beer to celebrate the victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It was like the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; won the Cricket world cup against &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in the finals and sachin hitting a six to win the match on the last ball the match with Shoaib Akhtar bowling&lt;/span&gt;. It was simply a crazy, fulfilled environment which i loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely be watching the next Match with Bets and Booze , &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What about ya?&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God , Please Keep your Shower open for some more time ;)&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-115188047489640664?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115188047489640664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=115188047489640664' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115188047489640664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115188047489640664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/rain-logics-football.html' title='Rain , logics &amp; Football :)'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-115162438495731304</id><published>2006-06-29T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T16:44:23.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Mr. Orkut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/2603/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2738/2603/320/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a good look at the picture and then continue reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time back i wrote about the 'weird' website names these dayz esp. orkut. I think most of us now are familiar with the popular website ,&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com"&gt;Orkut&lt;/a&gt; which is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;social networking service&lt;/span&gt; providing website , gaining popularity day by day.(if you dont know about it , then shame on you :P lol).I often used to wonder what it means.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it a bird , Is it a plane or is it just a synonym for "Chirkut"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="lblName" class="L"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rkut Buyukkokten&lt;/span&gt; , the man who single handedly created that webservice. He made orkut in the time allocated to all Google employees ie 20% of their Work hours to be devoted to their personal interests.More on that can be read &lt;a href="http://searchenginewatch.com/searchday/article.php/3302741"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orkut"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you visit Orkut's &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=325082930226142255"&gt;personal profile&lt;/a&gt; at Orkut (sounds funny ehh :P) and am pretty much sure after looking at the number of his scraps you will know he s the genuine person (Even with the effort of all the Cyber Despos , no girl/guy can claim half that number of scraps :P , its close to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 5lakhs &lt;/span&gt;now :o). I am copying a testimonial taken from his profile here: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Recently, a beautiful young Brazilian woman and an avid user of Orkut tried to convince me that Orkut’s real existence is debatable, very much like that of Jesus or even God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it turns out he does exist. It must have been back in 2001 when visited my younger brother Oliver at an office in the Gates Building of computer science at Stanford where the two young geniuses worked together, fueled by cappuccino and passion, pumping out hard, yet beautiful and symphonic code like Mozart and Beethoven in hectic harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into the office, I saw Orkut programming absolutely perfectly. Once in a while, he turned around – hands still moving on the keyboard at a sonic speed reminding me of Neo in Matrix – and smiled faintly looking me straight in my eyes, quietly enjoying his own absolute perfection. Both awestruck and bewildered, I suddenly realized that there are even greater men in the world doing even greater things than me, and then quietly tiptoed backwards out of the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect example of how one person can change lives of  Millions of people and  very recently google started putting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;advertisements on Orkut&lt;/span&gt; , so we can very well expect  Mr. Orkut to get very rich in very soon.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and just in case you are still wondering about the name, well he is a Turk  hence such a name , his sur name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="lblName" class="L"&gt;Buyukkokten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="lblName" class="L"&gt; means  "From great Ancestors".I think we should all thank God that , they decided to name it  as orkut instead of  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="lblName" class="L"&gt;Buyukkokten , else we all would be having &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hard time&lt;/span&gt; trying to remember  what exactly to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TC Adios :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="lblName" class="L"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-115162438495731304?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115162438495731304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=115162438495731304' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115162438495731304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115162438495731304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-mr-orkut.html' title='Hello Mr. Orkut'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-115153008668737021</id><published>2006-06-28T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T15:53:03.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Sc-Fi theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So last night I wrote a long post onto how great &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/analytics/"&gt;Google analytics&lt;/a&gt; really is , with a title &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sirius goes Multinational" &lt;/span&gt;, as my blog was read in 11 countries in last 4 dayz :D or how some weirdoes searching for  &lt;a href="http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/things-to-do-b4-u-die-p.html"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things to do b4 i die&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/a&gt; landed up at my Blog but just when i was about to click the button to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;publish&lt;/span&gt; that , *Boom* the guy at electricity department decides at 4 Am that its time to have a power cut at my place.($#%$%#) My Ups aint working also ($%$^$%).Trust me that can be very frustrating especially when there are about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1000 hungry mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt; , who are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt; off as your mosquito Mat killed their Brother/Sisters and are waiting for their Dinner, Desperately looking at me ,as the effect of the Mat fades away slowly and slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was perhaps one of the most laziest dayz of mine.Slept almost the whole day.YEah i mean the whole freaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5Am to 8Pm&lt;/span&gt; Day.The best part of sleeping is perhaps the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreams&lt;/span&gt;.Ofcourse in my case the saying that "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subah ke sapne sache hote hain&lt;/span&gt;" is completely bullshit otherwise i would have been the Richest/Hottest guy on the planet long time back ;).&lt;br /&gt;One thing about my dreams is that, i tend to remember most of them.I mean not in a vague manner like they show when a Hindi movie actor loses his memory but in a very crystal clear format most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;The dream this time was that I was back in my school time in 9th std , &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flying paper planes and throwing chalks at teachers,Runing up down on the ramp&lt;/span&gt;  etc.I can go on and on about my dream on how there was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big bad teacher&lt;/span&gt; in the school who used to terrorize the kids (esp. the cute girls) and  of course you all will guess how "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your s truly"&lt;/span&gt; i.e. me was there for the rescue again. But i wanted to write about another thing in dreams. For a very long long time i have been thinking about this.I knw it ll sound very weird but then again is there anything in this blog that isnt weird :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As we all know that everything is possible in dreams , right. (Well me becoming winner of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. universe&lt;/span&gt; is a perfect example of it , esp. after looking at my ever increasing Belly , which by the way has taken over&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; my imaginary 6 pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; abs :( &lt;/span&gt;). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What if some how while dreaming, you are able to know that its actually a dream and u can do whatever you want to.&lt;/blockquote&gt;See the point am trying to make here is that, the restrictions in your dreams are just because of you.If you while dreaming know that there are no restrictions, no limitations and everything is possible as it is just a dream, then you can do everything you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool will that be :- U can fly like Superman (Without the undies on top types costume) , U can drive your dream car  , live your dream life.I ve been trying long to do something like this but almost everything i am unable to remember that its just a dream.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Here comes more food for thought , with our ever increasing grip on science , if we are some how able to control the way we dream  we would simply become the Gods of our own little worlds.Nd of course the Million dollar question that all Sci-fi movie lover s know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If such a scenario occurs , would you ever wanna wake up?”&lt;/span&gt;. The modification of this has been already seen in many sci fi movies like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Vanilla sky" or "The thirteenth floor" or even "The Matrix".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is that it seems like a impossible thing but then again if you would have talked about flying 100 years back , you probably would have been considered a gone case.&lt;br /&gt;Especially with the Advancement in gaming , I really believe one day we would be playing with ourselves as characters in various storylines.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; And that my friends is how I justify my obsession on&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; gaming and sleeping.&lt;/span&gt; I m just working on the Thing of the Future ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Most of you would probably be dozed off or must have ended up very confused but in my defence , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excessive sleep&lt;/span&gt; does this to me ;).The lenght of the post reminds me that i should hit the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; publish&lt;/span&gt; button before the guy at electricity board decides to play with the Buttons of those machines resulting in a power cut at this time of the night.(Damn those %^$%^$)&lt;/p&gt;Ohh and in a completely unrelated topic try this :- Try and move your right Arm in circles a clockwise direction and then try to move your right foot in circles in anti clockwise direction.It aint that easy is it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TC adios ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-115153008668737021?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115153008668737021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=115153008668737021' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115153008668737021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115153008668737021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/sleeping-sc-fi-theory.html' title='Sleeping Sc-Fi theory'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-115119321255669096</id><published>2006-06-24T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T17:04:40.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Things about me -</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been &lt;b&gt;Tagged&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;a href="http://devzdiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dev&lt;/a&gt;  and the tag is to write Weird things about yourself , so every1 is requested not to blame me on this LONG ,WEIRD , Senseless Post (&lt;i&gt;waise others weren’t making much sense either&lt;/i&gt; :-s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes :-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I actually laughed for 5 mins      when i saw some1 write in his/her (dunno the name was confusing) blog &lt;b&gt;"I      like to shit with my legs crossed" &lt;/b&gt;(Gross i know) .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;5 mins later ,after regaining      my senses, i found out that the letter 'h' in the word 'Shit' , was not      really present there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I think &lt;b&gt;Ayesha Takia&lt;/b&gt;      is more beautiful then Aish/Bips/ny hollywood heroine/Ur dream girl :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;If i have to choose between &lt;b&gt;Video      games or a Date&lt;/b&gt; , i usually make the &lt;i&gt;right decision&lt;/i&gt;(That      probably is the reason why some girls who liked me once , have stopped talking      to me now :-s)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;If you are a&lt;b&gt; TUBELIGHT&lt;/b&gt;      i ll alwayz say that on your face.I am just too damn straight forward.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I wanna &lt;b&gt;shave&lt;/b&gt; my head      1 day.(Hey every1 has some weird things ok)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I like changing some words in      my post in &lt;b&gt;BOLD.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I once tried to smoke a &lt;b&gt;Cigarette      with a DOG&lt;/b&gt;. (Hey, It was a party conference and some1 mixed something      in my drinks :-s )&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I like &lt;b&gt;blogging&lt;/b&gt;. (U      are embarrassed now aren’t you :P )&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I can sleep for more then &lt;b&gt;15      hours on a good day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I usually have &lt;b&gt;7 good days&lt;/b&gt;      in a week.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I usually don’t shave for 2-3      weeks and my haircut occurs on &lt;b&gt;quarterly basis &lt;/b&gt;in an      year.(Sometimes it gets converted into half yearly thing)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I like people commenting on      my blog (For all the &lt;b&gt;TUBELIGHTS&lt;/b&gt; it means if u read this , click on      that red thingie on the bottom of this post which usually says &lt;b&gt;0      Comments&lt;/b&gt; and write something.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I think &lt;b&gt;Sirius Black&lt;/b&gt;      is better Hero then &lt;b&gt;Superman&lt;/b&gt;(&lt;b&gt;Tell him how to wear an underwear      first&lt;/b&gt;)/&lt;b&gt;Spiderman&lt;/b&gt;/or even &lt;b&gt;Krrrrrrrish&lt;/b&gt; for that Matter(how      many 'r's are there).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I was the only one laughing      in the Theatre in "&lt;b&gt;Koi Mil &lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;gaya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;"      when that Weird lookin Alien said "&lt;b&gt;Dhooooop&lt;/b&gt;". (I heard something      else , plz care not to ask what I heard)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I was the only one in the      Theatre in "&lt;b&gt;Koi Mil &lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;gaya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;"      (Damn the title fitted perfectly).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I like &lt;b&gt;Controversies&lt;/b&gt;.(Dunno      why but as soon as i see a controversy i wanna dig up to the end to know      what really happened)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I think &lt;b&gt;5Point Some1&lt;/b&gt;      is better Then most of the popular novels that i have read Including      "The Alchemist ,The Da Vinci Code, Fountainhead"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I think it was GOD who      created &lt;b&gt;MAGGI NOODLES&lt;/b&gt; (Hey it s coz of Maggie i have survived those      late nites So-Called-Parties Where the Bastards Charge for Food , like a 5      Star menu)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I think your friendship is      more important then LOVE.(Dunt gimme that "&lt;b&gt;When-u-will-fall-in-love-you-will-know&lt;/b&gt;"      kinda look , been there done that,I still feel the same :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I think if you don’t laugh or      at least Smile after reading my &lt;b&gt;Posts &lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;ur&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;b&gt;      WEIRD &lt;/b&gt;:P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I use &lt;i&gt;Yahoo Emoticons like      ": P" or":)" &lt;/i&gt;way too much.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I think this post about me being      weird is getting way too long and I should End it before you conclude that      this Maniac is too damn weird: P.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now my turn to TAG &lt;b&gt;*Evil laugh**Evil laugh**Evil laugh**Evil laugh* *More Evil Laughs*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(I gotta stop this before my mom wakes up an imparts a slap on my face for laughing like this at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="4"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;4:30 Am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;So i Tag &lt;a href="http://smilesnsmiles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Smiling Girl&lt;/a&gt; (Ppl might kill me for disturbing the Series) ,&lt;a href="http://itsanuzplace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anu&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://preetarjun.nomadlife.org/"&gt;Preet ,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sumittada.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sumit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;*Evil laugh*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I hear some1 coming&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/i&gt; and of course all those who Read this post. &lt;b&gt;*More Evil Laughs*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Pataak' 'Pataak' 'Pataak'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;b&gt;MOMMMMMMMMMM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; 'Pataak' 'Pataak' 'Pataak'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Moral of the Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;:Dont Laugh like that at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="4"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;4:30 Am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; else you will have pinky cheeks :P&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;TC Adios ;)&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  P.s: Yayyy i did a spell check (If there was any complaint dept for Ms Word Pirated copies , my version would have visited that place  for a long time after this spell check.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-115119321255669096?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115119321255669096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=115119321255669096' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115119321255669096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115119321255669096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/weird-things-about-me.html' title='Weird Things about me -'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-115092533636217984</id><published>2006-06-21T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T14:28:56.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Bunking and Goin 30.....</title><content type='html'>After completing my 10th std with good marks (god knws how) I too like every1 else took &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Non- Medical&lt;/span&gt;-wanna b an Engineer- stream for 11th and 12th(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There s a saying that if you throw  a rock on the streets of Punjab/Haryana it will surely hit a Dog or an Engineer&lt;/span&gt; :P  ,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; due to the Roadside engg colleges which opened on every nukkad of the states&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;The Culture for 11th 12th in Chandigarh is simply not to goto school and study at tutions.Several such schools provided that liberty to have good results in engg exams , I too got admitted into 1.Although no1 formally said that u dont have to come to school but all the past students said attendance aint a problem.&lt;br /&gt;So i goto my first day in an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; All-Boys &lt;/span&gt;(I hated this part) school on my new &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bajaj-Chetak&lt;/span&gt; (Yeah Baby :D).After first lecture i went towards the gate and asked the peon:&lt;br /&gt;Me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with a masoom sa face&lt;/span&gt;:"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excuse me , mujhe ghar jaana hai&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Peon :"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ha Ha Ha Ha&lt;/span&gt;" (U ve heard Amrish puri right , it was quite similar) ,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"  nahin jaa sakte aise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"To kaise jaaon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peon&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Wait for Recess"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something told me that the peon wasnt that dumb that he look , so I waited for the Recess and then saw such a scene that i will never forget in my life.I was not new to the concept of &lt;a href="http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/malikaa-i-hate-u.html"&gt;Bunking school &lt;/a&gt; but the concept of The whole Freakin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School Bunking together&lt;/span&gt; was something i have never even thought or heard off.&lt;br /&gt;The whole ground was full of students jumpin off walls , Mesh  or anything they could climb, it was like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;circus on loose&lt;/span&gt;.One after the other , off they go.One by one the whole school was runing out.I too followed onto the tradition and bunked the first day with the whole class , a new experience indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Later on After mastering the Group bunking concept , i was more interested in the more daring &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"After 1st lecture Run for ur life"&lt;/span&gt; kinda bunking.The concept was simple :-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After u hear the bell for first lecture , run like Crazy in the ground towards the wall.Dont look back and dont stop , coz if u do , you are in for some serious punishments.&lt;/span&gt;It felt like a military training , to cross the hurdles in minimum possible time.Later i also mastered the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tricks of bribing the Peon&lt;/span&gt; in form of a 10Rs note in the application or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;changing clothes&lt;/span&gt; and lookin like an outsider to go out of the school.&lt;br /&gt;There are lots more incidents i have - like puttin up firecrackers in toilets near principle's office and almost gettin caught etc but those long incidents need a new post in themselves, so will save those for later.But man i will alwayz say that Military training was an amazing eperience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hese dayz due to my excessive free time and sucessive failed attempts to resume studies , the only thing i do (besides sleeping ofcourse) is watching Movies at a movie channel almost all day.Today i happened to check out the movie "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13 goin on 30"&lt;/span&gt; starrin Jennifer Garner - that name was a reason good enough for me not to touch the remote for the next 2 hours.The story is abt a stupid kid who wishes she was 30 on her 13th bday (Tht s gotta b dumb :P ) and Boom the wish comes true.She becomes 30.As usual everything goes fine in the end and its a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;Wehla as i am , it made me think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what would i be when I am 30&lt;/span&gt;.Ofcourse i have answered those interview questions :-&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer  , &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serious Uncle types tone&lt;/span&gt; :"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where would see yourself 10 years from now?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;confused as usual&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"errrr Hmmmmmmmm , That is a nice question Sir"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loosin his patience&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scared but excited as i think i got the answer&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It ll be in a Mirror , Sir"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the story is better left untold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the answers are usualy tailored and fake.So what would i be when i am 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will i be one of those FAT guys with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*I am rich-I live in US-I drive Feraari* &lt;/span&gt;written all over my face , trying to impress every1 with just how well my new sexy wardrobe fits on my ever increasing belly or ever receding hairline?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;Naah not really , I can turn a bit chubby but I knw i will never accumulate wealth like that , simply bcoz &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Paisa to haath ka mail hai , aur hum apne haath saaf rakhte hain &lt;/span&gt;:P "  (Dialouge ehh ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will i be another one of those geeks who work like 9-9  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Lolzzzz lookin at my present dayz scenario on how much i love free time , this aint a possibility either.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Married &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; No ways man , i just turned 30, r u NUTSS?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A gaming freak , dreamer , blogger &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Ohh yeah :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I guess time will tell that better but 1 thing s for sure , when actually 30 am gonna look back at this post and gonna wonder &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"How the hell was i so damn freee those dayz  :D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me Harry Potter and first 3 movies r comin back to back this Sunday :D yay yayyyy&lt;br /&gt;P.s:Another Attempt in  making the whole world Jealous.I can see some smoke :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-115092533636217984?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115092533636217984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=115092533636217984' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115092533636217984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115092533636217984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/art-of-bunking-and-goin-30.html' title='The Art of Bunking and Goin 30.....'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-115066912586732517</id><published>2006-06-18T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T15:18:45.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retake on Rakhi Sawant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Controversy is the shortest path to Popularity "  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems so true these dayz ,  doesnt it.Yesterday i saw a discussion on NDTV abt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vulgarity and films&lt;/span&gt; or smthing like that and the guests were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ms Rakhi Sawant&lt;/span&gt; , Sm old guy who was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Censor Board Chairman &lt;/span&gt;once , Old woman who was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nari Shakti chief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was goin to b another "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mika kissed me-I am an abla Nari&lt;/span&gt;" by Rakhi sawant  kinda thingie but kept on watchin it coz of the humor part that these controversies always have.The show deviated frm its topic in 5 mins to the controversy and later a fight between Men and women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Sawant,  with a very solid angry face :"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaj MIKA ne mujhe Kiss kiya kal ko Aapki bahu betiyon ko karega ,To aap kya kareinge?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(After this she was staring at the public sittin there , expectin an applause on the SOLID point she made.Sadly the public was Staring back)&lt;br /&gt;Anchor:"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ur not makin any sense"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Sawant ,with almost into tears now :"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Usne mujhe yahan pe kiss kiyaa,&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pointing to her lips.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Koi bhi bhartiya Naari Shaadi se pehle yeh nahin bardasht kar sakti"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(There was some laughin noises heard frm the audience after this)&lt;br /&gt;Old Woman :"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tumhe Insaaf milega Beti!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Old Man : "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why did ya kissed him first on the cheeks ?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Sawant :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Main to sab ko cheeks pe peck deti hoon , aapko bhi doongi agar aap bulaayeinge mujhe party pe, Aunti ko bhi doongi , Sabko Doongi!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Next point she made , confirmed that she indeed wasnt makin any sense.&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Sawant, :"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kya ek Beti apne baap ko cheeks par kiss karti hai Woh galat hota hai&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(Audience and Me stares at disbelief at the amount of stupidity she has)&lt;br /&gt;Old Man , with a shocked Expression :"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kya Mika to tumne apna Baap Samajh kar Kiss kiya tha? :o"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Hall was filled with laughter and applause. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The discussion later turned onto discussion abt Rapes and the Old lady from Nari Shakti Accusin all men to b Dirty minded Horny bastards and promising Ms. Sawant tht she ll get justice for sure.Ahh i wonder what this world is turning into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately i ve been readin a lot of blogs.Its actually funny to see how some people treat their blogs.Like there s this 1 guy who alwayz writes "Hey Mausam, " before he writes anything on his blog.I mean its wierd to see every post startin with "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey mausam , " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "aaj maine  yeh kiya. Aaj maine woh kiya.Aaj main loo gaya etc."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe ur blog is ur space and u can do watever u want.I just couldnt resist writing abt this.Incase the guy who writes this , checks it out (A .00001% possibility) , its all for fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ny workin Species will get jealous after reading this.Readers discretion is advised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past couple of dayz i ve been sleepin at arnd 5-6 AM in the morning.Its really beautiful to see the first Ray of light entering into your room although the scenario isnt so beautiful when your dad steps into your room and finds out you were awake all night , &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;playin yahoo pool or Readin blogs or chattin&lt;/span&gt;.It gets even worse when I am abruptly taken out of my Dream Land  at arnd 2-3 Pm in the afternoon for my Brunch.(why cant i sleep more :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the beautiful day goes into  those Difficult Decisions about which Movie to watch next or which Channel to surf.I do try to start studyin again, i even managed to get some dust off the books but then MORE important stuff  catches my attention.Then goin out with friends in the evening and comin back late night.Then gettin online and again playin "Yahoo pool" and blogs +chattin.&lt;br /&gt;Its becoming a whole set of activities turing into a Viscious Circle.I wonder how long can i enjoy this luxurious life before my parents decide to put an end to this Dream Life of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Told ya You ll get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jealous&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-115066912586732517?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115066912586732517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=115066912586732517' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115066912586732517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115066912586732517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/retake-on-rakhi-sawant.html' title='Retake on Rakhi Sawant'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-115023958663050041</id><published>2006-06-13T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T16:06:18.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissa KISS Kaa!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i saw the most funniest report on a News Channel.&lt;br /&gt;It said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BREAKING NEWS&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Famous Punjabi singer Mika , kissed Rakhi Sawant in a party&lt;/span&gt;.For the next 5 mins i cannot recall anything except starin at the BREAKIN NEWS.This was perhaps a new Low even for the News channels.&lt;br /&gt;Here's Wat happened - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mika&lt;/span&gt; (Fame Gabroo or Latest Something something hit) threw his bday party in mumbai and had invited the Item gurl &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Rakhi Sawant&lt;/span&gt;' (Fame Item songs like "Pardesia") at his bday party.Rakhi sawant was first spotted while givin peck (kiss on the cheek) to mika in front of Media.Some time later a fight broke down and Mika's Bodygaurd were said to have beaten up Rakhi Sawant's Friends.Later She told Media that Mika Smooched her and she had lodged a police Complaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was my lucky day as i happened to tune into a news channel at arnd 11:30 tht night to see the funniest show on earth "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kissa KISS Ka&lt;/span&gt;".The News channel had an anchor (who looked like a Chimp by the way) tryin to solve this issue with Sawant sittin in 1 studio and Mika sittin in another.The convo was  sm wat like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anchor,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with a grief strucken face&lt;/span&gt; : "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mika ,Kya yeh sach hai !!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Mika : "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeh Sirf Rakhi ki Immaturity hai , aur kuch nahin&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Rakhi, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with a very angry expression&lt;/span&gt; : "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mika jhooth mat bolooo , Tumne mujhe KISS kiyaa "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meanwhile , The anchor plays a recording where Ms. Sawant is seen peckin mika in the party and flirtin around&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mika : "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maine aisa kuch nahin kiya yaar "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakhi (This was the funniest part),&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a filmi heroine expression&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mika , Main ek bhartiya Naari hoon, Main kabhi bhi kisse ko yeh allow nahin karoongi jo tumne mere saath kiya hai.Mujhe insaaf chahiyee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anchor,lookin very concerned :"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rakhi ji apne aap ko Sambhaliyee "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakhi ,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With almost on the verge of cryin now(and me on the Verge of dyin cause of excessive laughter) &lt;/span&gt;:"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ab Mujhse Shaadi kaun karegaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Anchor ,in a serious tone :"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmmm"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakhi:"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Batao Mika , KAUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wishin that this too would end like any hindi movie with Mika or Even the chimp faced Anchor jumping out of the chair and say '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Main karoonga&lt;/span&gt;' but sadly nthing of such sort happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mika :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Arre bas kar yaar , tu jisse bolegi main usse karwaaonga teri shaadi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakhi ,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a new hope on her face but still wanting to act&lt;/span&gt; :"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mujhe insaaf chahiyeeeeeee , mikaa main ek bhartiyaa naari hoon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole episode ended when mika and Ms. Sawant decided to meet at some common place by the intervention of their common friend and decided not to take the matter out more in Public with a note by Ms. Sawant that "Agar kise aur ne aisa dubaara kiya na to main use nahin Chodoongi"&lt;br /&gt;I must confess , the actin wasnt that bad.Any bollywood director must take a note because she certainly knws how to create controversies any and everyway possible ,it was full of Drama (nd commedy too :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another one in the addition of my "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random trips"&lt;/span&gt;.I was watchin&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Final Destination 2&lt;/span&gt; (again) and i got a mssg at arnd 7 PM by a friend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Get ready we r goin uphills"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In abt next 20 mins or so we were heading off to hills ie arnd Kasauli , wid some booze and good music.I must confess the view of the hills is most beautiful at night.If u havent been for a  drive there at night , u r really missing smthing.&lt;br /&gt;The weather was beautiful and so was the mood but suddenly (U were expecting this , werent u :P ) one of my friend who was also driving the CAR , rememberd that he has to head back home before a deadline of 12.&lt;br /&gt;What followed next was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RACE against time nd perhaps against our lives too :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did u noticed a Car going downhill at the avg speed of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;120 Kmph&lt;/span&gt; , if u have (nd am sure u nearly missed them ) those fast freaks were us ,tryin to head back home (or heaven i really dunt knw).A lot of things i discovered in that drive:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hen the smell of burning tyres get in ur car , U SHD SLOW DOWN.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;U shd never stare at the SPEEDO METER at sucha fast speed , it can scare ya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can speak "Ram ram ram ram" faster then any1.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bastards at high beam on a highway shd b HANGED. (They Nearly killed us)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;U cant lick ur elow by ur tounge. (Random aint I :P)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NEVER and i mean NEVER underestimate MAruti Esteem , it can reach at 140.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never see Final Destination or its sequel before such a drive. (trust me on this 1)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speed Blockers must have been made by Terrorists.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;In other news , the World Cup bug has even bit me :D.I m supportin Brazil but was kinda let down with their first victory over Croatia 1-0.WAs expectin a much better margin.Lets c where it goes.&lt;br /&gt;But trust me , dunt get surprised is u see Rakhi Sawant in Next big bollywood Movie.lolz i cant get that dialouge off my mind "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ab Mujhse shaadi kaun karegaa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TC Adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-115023958663050041?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115023958663050041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=115023958663050041' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115023958663050041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/115023958663050041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/kissa-kiss-kaa.html' title='Kissa KISS Kaa!!!'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-114997660053717649</id><published>2006-06-10T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T15:01:34.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit to an Indian Wedding.</title><content type='html'>Today was gonna b one more addition in my list of holidayz which i spent by doin absolutely nothin but sleep ,  but it seems fate had something else instored for me.&lt;br /&gt;In the evenin my mom told me that there's some Long distance relative's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weddin&lt;/span&gt; which i have to attend.Although i didnt really wanted to but it seemed to b a better idea then watchin&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; friends and Seinfield's&lt;/span&gt; Repeat Telecasts.&lt;br /&gt;As i did'nt really knew any1 in the weddin so kept observing things.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing i saw was an Absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRazy DJ&lt;/span&gt; who had no idea he was in CHD.I mean which DJ plays songs like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My humps ,Don'cha wish -Pussycat dolls &lt;/span&gt;etc with their remiexs in an indian wedding.On the DJ's projection there was a telecast of MTV's Late night GRIND(if u havent seen the legendry show nd ur a GUY, u dunt deserve to live :P), half of the men were stunned on watchin the show , rest half were tryin to get a sneak peep while tryin to make their kids see in other direction.&lt;br /&gt;The baraat was yet to arrive so most of the Ladki waale's like myself were busy diggin in the food/drinks court.&lt;br /&gt;As i didnt knew any1 , so i kept roamin around to avoid any1 askin me anything about who i am as i had no idea abt the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bride/bride's family/bridegroom/or his family&lt;/span&gt;.The best part in any Indian Weddin has gotta b&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dance&lt;/span&gt; at Barat and after that.As expected along with the arrival of the Barat came some species who knew how to shake their whole body in diff styles.Followin is the categorisation of the kinda dancers that exists on marrgs:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Shocking/Electrocuted kinds&lt;/span&gt; - As the name suggests , they dance as if they have caught a live current wire.Every part of their body shakes in a different rhytm.It doesnt really matters which song , or which music they know only one style "Their Style".Hilarious to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The "I dunt give a damn abt the world" kinds &lt;/span&gt;-These species dance as if their is no tommorow.Although the intensity is lesser then the Electric kinds but still they aint less funy at all.They have only 1 or 2 moves which they stick to , and they dunt care if the song is "Aashiq banaya" or "Any Altaf Raja's HIT" ,i ts always the same old steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bewdass/Drunkards &lt;/span&gt;- For them its more then a dance at the dance floor.Everthing from 'Liftin the bottle/Kid/Waiter/Wife  in the sky' to 'Dancing like they are at a Mujra with all the Flying money affect' comes into their category.Usually end up fallin on some1 and ending up in a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lifters&lt;/span&gt; - Although some of these kinds come under the Bewdass but they have a special property.They come to dance floor for 2 mins , lift a particular person for abt 2-3 minutes and go back to their seats.Thts it.No dance no crap nothing.Just come lift the uncle/Aunti(This can create a problem smtimes ;)  and go back to their seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Forced Ones&lt;/span&gt; - These people are usually forced to come to the dancefloor and they are accompanied by expressions like they are in a Maiyat or in case the camera is lookin , an expression of the happiest day of my life.As i have seen in Chd , these kinds always end up lifting their hands , doin a hybrid of "Bhangra and Traffic signaling".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hyperexcited kids -These r the kids from the Bournvita/Horlicks ads.They have nothin but hyperactivity in them.Usually the first ones to start the dance and last ones to stop.Their parents r usually spotted by sayin "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mera chunnu to bilkulllllll Hrithik ki tarah naachta hai&lt;/span&gt;".These are usually the small versions of what becomes the "Electrocuted" kinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only source of fun apart from watchin those Dancers , was the Guy dressed in Mickey mouse Suit.Brought back a lot of memories ( my &lt;a href="http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/sleep-interviews-past-deeds-and.html"&gt; past deeds ;) &lt;/a&gt;).After the complan kids were satisfied kickin the guy wid all their energy at the wrong places , the poah thing was no where to b seen.&lt;br /&gt;After a long fight at the ice cream stall ( Most ppl end up eatin their dinner like a dessert and a dessert like Dinner in Marrgs ) and gettin the Pic clicked at the stage with the fakest expressions of a bollywood hero , we were headed off back to home.&lt;br /&gt;Damn i shd have had more Ice cream :P&lt;br /&gt;TC Adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-114997660053717649?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114997660053717649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=114997660053717649' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114997660053717649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114997660053717649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/visit-to-indian-wedding.html' title='A Visit to an Indian Wedding.'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-114980361902025569</id><published>2006-06-08T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T03:37:11.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidayzzzz with Cyber Despos and Jr. Mahajan.</title><content type='html'>Past few dayz have just been my ideal holidayz.Majority of my day goes in doin my fav thing ie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleepin&lt;/span&gt;.I feel that if there was some competition of sleepin i would atleast get a bronze.At 1 strech i  have slept arnd 20 hours straight(with ofcourse minor breaks of eating something and my parents checkin if am alive or not).Am tryin hard to break that record these dayz  and if all goes well I ll b crowned as the next "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kumbhkaran".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found out that writin a novel is no easy job and its actually similar to designing a software (Sounds geeky ehh :P).I mean first u gotta have&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Requirements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in form of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;characters&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;story&lt;/span&gt; , then comes &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;design&lt;/span&gt; in form of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;outlay&lt;/span&gt; of the story , then &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;codin&lt;/span&gt; in form of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;writin the story&lt;/span&gt; and ofcourse &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;testin&lt;/span&gt; in form of mayb &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;proofreadin and revision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all this directly implies i wont b any good in writin a novel either :P.&lt;br /&gt;Was just thinkin the other day , in about an year's time my college life will b over.I ll b another one of those Corporate "uncle" types ppl pretty soon, wearin T shirts on weekends with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Am I a Sexc STUD or What!!!"&lt;/span&gt; , written all over it.One of the best thing that happens in college is the friends group you form.&lt;br /&gt;Mine's  knwn as "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aalaa&lt;/span&gt;" group  , the word simply means "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A group of people who want to have fun anytime and everytime&lt;/span&gt;".We r simply 4 guys hanging out together and banging out the whole college in the process (Tht rhymes na :P).Right from the good old drunk trips to many Accidents together &lt;a href="http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/gods-movie-kahaan-poori-filmi-hai.html"&gt;just like the last one &lt;/a&gt;, we have had the most amazing times together.&lt;br /&gt;We usually have this tendency to go uphills almost every other month.The craziest trip i can recall will have to be the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kasauli Nightmare&lt;/span&gt;"(If i start writin about it , it ll end up becomin my longest post ever , so will bore ya with that some other time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, i ve been spendin quite some time in Orkut.Am amazed to see that there are more Vehlaa people than me that exist in this world.I mean there r ppl in tht site who write the same sentence in every gurl's profile , everyday.The are popularly known as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CYBER despo's  or Cd's&lt;/span&gt;.All this reminds me of my encounters with these Despo species at my tutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario&lt;/span&gt;:Me at my maths tution in 9th standard with a Grin comparable to Julia roberts smile because i got a new Cycle,talkin with my friends.Suddenly 3 guys on a single kinetic appear outta nowhere ,and stops in front of a gurl.&lt;br /&gt;Despo1 , in SRK style : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hey beautiful , plz '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt;' friendsship with me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurl :"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wat the hell are you talkin about :o &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Despo1 ,scared outta his own proposal and upon learning that new English words existed on this planet:"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plzzzzzz kar lo na "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurl:"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shut up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despo2,with Govinda's smile:"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acha isse mat karo , to mujhse to kar lo na"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurl , confused onto what's goin on :"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please leave"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despo3,With a winning expression on his face:"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahaann ,Ab aapko mujhe to karni hi padegiiii friendsship"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irnony of the situation was that the proposal to "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MAke"&lt;/span&gt; friendship was done while all three were sittin on a same Kinetic.&lt;br /&gt;Aftr this we were laughin so damn hard , that the Despos thought it was best to get outta there.Da poah gurl was so embarrassed , i cant recall seeing her for the next whole week.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u really wanna check out some serious CD activities i recomment u check out Orkut atleast once , trust me u ll die laughin at the proposals they make.One of them is replicated below :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ummm... dont know about u much. but may be after some days. anywaz, this is garv whom u accepted and my responsibilty is to take care those people who cares for me. the difference is that how much i can. this also depends on u. what u expect from life and ur surroundings. the smile in ur pic tells that u live to be smiley and have a sweet heart. see himani.. tell me about a single person who have no tension, if u have no money .. u take tension for getting money by any method and if ever u get money ... u feel tense for how to manage and secure that money from being misused. but the real people smiles in both ways. smile makes u precious and gorgeous so i also like ur smile and i love to love. i wish u too.. indirectly urs garv (from patna, via kurukshetra, chandigarh, delhi;through mumbai, hyderabad n bangalore and now in pune, approaching to l....n).thx"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few dayz all i can see in news channels is  how Promod Mahajan's Son ,Rahul Mahajan  took Drugs.The whole scene replicated again and again.Old ppl on TV sayin how bad the guy is or how much of a sin the guy has committed.The news seems even bigger then America's attack on Iraq or the Murder of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Arjun Singh/Ekta kapoor &lt;/span&gt; (ooh i havent done that,YET!! :P)&lt;br /&gt;I mean give that guy a break , he took DRUGS file a case , end of story.But noooo , the media wants to find out why Rahul Mahajan's Teacher is angry  or how  suspicious &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaamwaali Baai Kaantadevi&lt;/span&gt; alwayz knew that Mahajan Jr. is a drug addict or why his X gf left him etc.&lt;br /&gt;With media channels havin special reports such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Baap Mahaa jan , par Beta?" or "Rahul Mahajan : Drugs ya SAAzish"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man these Media ppl are comparable to the Despos in every respect!!&lt;br /&gt;Tc Adios :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-114980361902025569?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114980361902025569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=114980361902025569' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114980361902025569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114980361902025569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/holidayzzzz-with-cyber-despos-and-jr.html' title='Holidayzzzz with Cyber Despos and Jr. Mahajan.'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-114937174635488258</id><published>2006-06-03T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T15:01:48.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ekta Kapoor  nd her 'K'illin serials</title><content type='html'>The worst thing about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summers&lt;/span&gt; in INDIA , is not the heat but the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POWER&lt;/span&gt; cuts that occur.I mean its ok to have power cut in daytime but man i really dunt get the logic of power cuts at night.Its like 2 Am. i am sleepin dreamin abt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayesha takia&lt;/span&gt; , she s just abt to ask me out :D , nd boooom the power goes out :(  (B&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;@@#@ M#$%$ , nevamind these are just my inner voices&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;I wake up with nothin else but my dear mosquitoes roamin around me.Plus its hot so u cant sleep .So i start starin at the ceiling and start thinkin abt the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intricacies &lt;/span&gt;of life.&lt;br /&gt;It was the same scenario last night nd i started thinkin abt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ekta kapoor and her Serials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer &lt;/span&gt;:The above thought s r only by the author , ny action legal/Illegal can only b taken against the author , who by the way will track you down and kick ur &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A*s i&lt;/span&gt;f you do nysuch thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;P.s:&lt;/span&gt;The only reason author knws so much abt these is coz his family took total control over Television after he was found watchin things like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Baywatch nd FTV&lt;/span&gt;, nd now he can do nothin but watch these 'K'rappy serials.&lt;br /&gt;The 'K' Effect :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kahaani India ke har ghar ke&lt;/span&gt; - Accordin to this serial , every house in India Consists of millionaires ,who loose nd regain property worth more then 500 Crores everyday.Even if ur starvin to death then also u have jwelleray , clothes , make up all the time.The main Actress  , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parvati &lt;/span&gt;is always cryin where as the Extras are always tryin to make her cry and alwayz happy themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Every1 in the house thinks "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tushar kapoor" &lt;/span&gt;(who looks like some1 just did a bootpolish on his face) is a HOT stud.&lt;br /&gt;Every house in INDIA , there shd always be things like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Brother killin brother" , "smaller brother's wife is a bitch" , "Old man's alwayz retired nd does nothin but to crack bad jokes"  nd ofcourse "Every1 goin to sleep completely dressed , they even wake up with their make up on".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyonki Saas bhi kabhi bahu thi&lt;/span&gt; (I really dunt get the point of this name) -Again every1 is filthy rich in this world.Even the "Ramu kaka" is loaded and is never seen complainin abt his salary.&lt;br /&gt;In this show one babe "tulsi" is nothing shrt of Godess.She knws everything right.Kills almost every1 includin her own son.Mother in law (god knws much more) etc nd manages to get away with that.She can never get a single white hair ever after becomin Grandma.Leaves home almost after everymonth nd has facial expressions like she wants to goto the loo for 2 hours but the door's locked,with dialoues like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Baa main ghar chod ke jaa rahi hoon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baa:"&lt;/span&gt;Na beta naaaaaa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tulsi:&lt;/span&gt;"Mujhe mat rokkooooooo , BAAAAAAAAA" (sounds like a sheep :-s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viewers&lt;/span&gt;:"Nahin tulsiiiiiiiii"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;, thinkin:"Is this a sign by god to commit suicide now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old granny "Baa" who shd be about 500 years by now , doesnt die although her Sons/daughter in law/grandsons/great grandsons r already dead.She can still walk , see properly even Bust a move or two sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Every women in the world is after "Tulsi" s hubby who shd b logically more then 70 years by now.Even here every1 thinks "Tushar kappor" is a hot Stud nd biggest superstar on this planet (wats wrong with these ppl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kahin to koi to hoga&lt;/span&gt; : The story of a beautiful gurl "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kashish"&lt;/span&gt; , who falls in love marries the other guy.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok fine&lt;/span&gt;).The other guy dies becoz of his Exlover &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sujjal"&lt;/span&gt; she hates him.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok fine&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Soo she falls for this "sujjal" again.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WTF :o&lt;/span&gt;)  nd i guess they get married.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmmm fine.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now sujjal dies again (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was the time i started laughin)&lt;/span&gt; nd she falls in love with a new guy , who is actually "SUjjal" but coz of the Plastic surgery now looks like an APE.&lt;br /&gt;Now this babe again is abt to marry anther new guy nd boom she knws tht her love of life is now the Ape faced "Sujjal" .&lt;br /&gt;She drops the marrg but now sujjal marries her Sister (Wat a interconnected family ehh) but still loves her.Recently the sister dies nd again they r comin closer.WAt a coincidence ;)&lt;br /&gt;I knw wat u must b rite now , just like me "Confused"&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the interrelation of characters in this serial where every1 wants to marry every1 else.Phewwwww  nd yeah ofcourse Every1 thinks Tushar kapoor is 1 hottie (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wat a world)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There r other 'K'rappy serials like "Kasauti" nd mayb many more but i cant recall their interelated stories of multiple marriges/Loosin Yaadasht/Immortal Characters.&lt;br /&gt;This is my appeal from all the ppl who dont have much control over TV in frnt of their parents or cant see Baywatch etc in frnt of their parents , PLzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ab BAS karo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A plea to the Parents&lt;/span&gt; :Let ur kids watch Baywatch/Sex nd the City etc else they might end up watchin K serials nd plan to marry 'N' times before they die just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;:I wd have covered couple of more crappy serials but utilised 2 hours in diggin up abt the Controversy abt the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IIPM and Rashmi Bansal&lt;/span&gt;.Ended up on the conclusion that i was right abt these So called gr8 better then IIM kinda wannab Bschools like IIPM , they r nothin more then a peice of crap.For info abt it u can see &lt;a href="http://desipundit.com/2005/10/08/lies-damned-lies-and-fake-blogs/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="%3Cspan" size=""&gt;&lt;span style=" 008000="&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;or simply search Google.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Also if there r sm die hard fans of Ekta kapoor  readin this I was just kiddin , but even u gotta admit "Baa" is logically more then 300 years old nd Tushar kappor aint every kids superhero :P&lt;br /&gt;&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/24997287-114937174635488258?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114937174635488258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=114937174635488258' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114937174635488258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114937174635488258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/ekta-kapoor-nd-her-killin-serials.html' title='Ekta Kapoor  nd her &apos;K&apos;illin serials'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-114910891434619238</id><published>2006-05-31T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T13:55:14.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Team blog</title><content type='html'>Meh startin a team blog wid a group of frnds , drop in a comment or two ;) @ &lt;a href="http://inducedevils.blogspot.com"&gt;INDUCEDEVILS &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s:Here goes the record for my Shortest post eva&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-114910891434619238?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114910891434619238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=114910891434619238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114910891434619238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114910891434619238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/team-blog.html' title='Team blog'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-114894153128698377</id><published>2006-05-29T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T15:27:08.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do b4 u die :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Party &lt;/span&gt;- thts all i ve been doin for the last 2 dayz :D .The good thing about gettin a Naukri is that now for a chg ur parents start referring u as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mera pyara laal&lt;/span&gt;" or sayin things like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Waah good job done,Aakhir beta kiska hai"&lt;/span&gt;.Now after feelin assured tht my to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BIWI-BACHAS&lt;/span&gt; r not gonna die outa hunger , i can move onto solving greater questions of life ie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When am i gettin my LAptop?&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why's it that we have only 2 legs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just da other day i was thinkin of makin list of things i would do before i die , probably when am 60 nd elopin off with my secretary , i ll read it nd say "Yeah baby , I did that".I ve done quite some things already like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Gettin so damn drunk not to remember wat happnd last nite" &lt;/span&gt;etc.So here  is a small list of things left :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;date Angelina jolie &lt;/span&gt;- Ever since i knew the meaning of the word HOT , tht has been always a dream of mine (Which am sure is also in the list of 99% of earth's male population)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do Bungee jumpin frm a Chopper&lt;/span&gt; - Saw tht in TV once nd can just imagine the amount of adrenaline u get by doin tht is simply superb.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go on a WORLD Tour &lt;/span&gt;- Amsterdam here i come :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get my head shaved atleast once&lt;/span&gt; - No this is not coz of my LastInterview abt Shaving nd its pro's nd cons , its not even coz of my receding hairline.It;s just a wierd thing i wanna do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Write a BOOK&lt;/span&gt;- For a long time now , i ve been wantin to do that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I guess with another 2 months to kill , i ll probably start wrkin on the book.Who knws , ur probably readin the blog  next "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dan Brown&lt;/span&gt;"(Imaginative.... aint I ).&lt;br /&gt;This makes me think in for a plot , which i need to write for.Ny ideas ppl :P&lt;br /&gt;I m plannin tomake this post a short 1 so will simply end this on a thank you note to all the ppl who r gonna buy my book :D (markettin startegies ehh :D).I ve always wanted to make a thankyou speech aftr winnin smthin.Ahhmm ahmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Waaooo &lt;/span&gt;, I cant believe i actualy won (wid a shocked expression from Ms India's list of Fake  expressions).I ll make it short .I just wanted to thank :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My family &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; who made this day possible for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My friends&lt;/span&gt; - Tinku , shinku,pinku,chinku,miku,raju,guru,gopi,bewda(fill in 500 of ur fav names :D)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My 1st GF&lt;/span&gt; -Who taught me how to b in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My 2nd GF&lt;/span&gt; -Who taught me how to b in love again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My 3rd GF&lt;/span&gt; -Who taught me how to b in love again and again. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My N th GF &lt;/span&gt;-Who always said how much of bitches were the rest 'n-1' were.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My 7th Grade teacher&lt;/span&gt; -Who punished me just coz i threw chalks at her while she taught us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My8th grade teacher&lt;/span&gt; -Who punished me just coz i linked her name with School's peon.(Bascially all my school teachers coz u ppl taught me how to get away aftr doin such things ,as i ve never been punished by ny prof in collg :d)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Doodhwaala&lt;/span&gt; -Tan ki shakti man ki shakti Bournvitaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Dog nd his biatches&lt;/span&gt; - U guys r amazin :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da phsyco gur&lt;/span&gt;l who wanted to meet my parents after da first date-After tht nothing scares me anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My crushes&lt;/span&gt; -Who taught me there r always other fishes in the sea.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Barber&lt;/span&gt; - Even though i meet him very rarely but he helps me luk human like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da people who read my blog &lt;/span&gt;- lolzz do smthing constructive for a chg :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There r a lot of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IMPORTANT&lt;/span&gt; ppl left like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my fresher's Bartender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;my GF's Padosi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Fav. Chicken Joint's owner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but due to time nd space constraints i ll end it rite here.I m sure u all knw how special u guys r ;)&lt;br /&gt;Thank You (with another of Ms India;s fake expression&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ll I can think of now is a beautiful song by Green Day - "Wake me up when september ends"&lt;br /&gt;Gudnite nd Adios&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/24997287-114894153128698377?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114894153128698377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=114894153128698377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114894153128698377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114894153128698377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/things-to-do-b4-u-die-p.html' title='Things to do b4 u die :P'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-114876921977768670</id><published>2006-05-27T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T14:51:59.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road to Paradise :</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Road to paradiseeeeee ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doesnt seem to end!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The timeeee of my lifeeeeeeee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doesnt fuckinn seem to end.                                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Road to paradiseeeeee ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doesnt seem to end!!&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                                KD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the song i made nd was singin all along in what i would call perhaps the best Drive i have ever had.The distance between my place nd my collg is perhaps coverable in 20 mins (with me arnd 12 mins in the mornings :D).But today drivin at 1 A.M in the night , drivin with the sheer pleasure of drivin itself , it took about 40 amazin minutes to over the beautiful journey in an amazing weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason hmmm simple I got though :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.teamsandtastic.com/Images/accenture-01a.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.teamsandtastic.com/Images/accenture-01a.GIF" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First placement for every1 is indeed a special experience.Just the happiness and the feeling of compteleness surrounds you.More importantly its about a feeling of security :D nd ofcourse when its with a dream company of urz the feeling gets double folded.&lt;br /&gt;But as all dayz my day turned out to b nothin less then a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fimli day again &lt;/span&gt;( Wats new ehh :P)&lt;br /&gt;It was the day for my Collg's campus placement.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACCENTURE&lt;/span&gt; was visitng.So was pretty excited the day before.So as usual spent half of the night tryin to calculate my chances of gettin through (Rest half in validating those chances :D).&lt;br /&gt;Day begins , me riding my bike at arnd 9 Am with the looks of a person from a Colgate add (yup thts how i can be when am too damn excited).Suddenly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOOM &lt;/span&gt;(U expected that didnt ya :D) , my tyre goes flat.Luckily my written was at around 10 , so thought of lookin for a PunctureWaala.After 15 mins of Ghaseeto nd tryin to look for the Angel , there he was  .... sittin just for me.Man , i can say this with full confidence , I was more happy to see that guy , then i will ever be even to see my GF (Which is again a Imaginative though these dayz :))&lt;br /&gt;The dude was nothin lesser then a  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;commedian&lt;/span&gt;.He gets da tube out nd fixes a puncture.10 mins later he finds out another set of punctures.He was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"There r 5 more punctures side by side , what do you want me to do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Errrr  , fix them"&lt;/span&gt; .Again after 5 mins he was like  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"U lucky thing!!!!! u got a new set of punctures this time&lt;/span&gt;".So after fixin those punctures and cursing the world for abt 15 times in that duration nd me gettin litellay robbed in the process , i set on the road again.&lt;br /&gt;I finally managed to reach my collg on time nd gave da written.Cleared it nd went forward to GD which i also managed to pass.&lt;br /&gt;Then started probably one of the longest waits of my life.After the GD we were told tht interviews will b startin very soon.I being a placement Co ordinator of myBranch along with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karan&lt;/span&gt; , remember kaka frm &lt;a href="http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/gods-movie-kahaan-poori-filmi-hai.html"&gt; Da Accident Story &lt;/a&gt; knew exactly how soon will it be.So we knew tht we had to kill probably 8-9 hours before the process gets over.Now i have this property tht whenever i am excited about nything  i talk like crazy , so today was more of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*I-m-in the form,dont mess with me*&lt;/span&gt; kinda mood.After Bajaofyin almost everything that exists on this planet , which includes Malika Sherawat , My collg ,Teachers, Geeks, Toppers,Wierdos,BJP etc  and after sessions like me askin kaka "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lets do something yaaaar!!!"&lt;/span&gt; nd then both gettin scared of wat i said :P , It was finally time for my Interviews.&lt;br /&gt;Now the whole process was also another sub round of waitin , ie 2 Interviews HR , Techie.&lt;br /&gt;My techie was first and for a change it went almost Perfect.The guy went into core technical and i was able to answer everything easily (Sounds wierd but yeah it happnd even i am amazed at that :P).Then came the HR which i always consider my strength but i guess it wasnt the case today.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Good Evening , Ma'am"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewr:"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please sit down,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the normal stuff about describe yourself  , hobbies etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;Interviewr:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What is the dress code of a Corporate World?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Formals like Plain shirt , trousers , errrrr Tie"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Int:"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nything else"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Formal shoes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Int:"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nything else"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Errr mayb a suit " (What do i say now , my undies or smthin :-s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Int:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hmmm , Shdnt the person shave ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yeah i guess so."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Int:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So why havent you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me , i was almost clean shaven nd probably thats the best i  do even when i go to see a gurl.After She grilled me for 10 mins about why havent i shaved and after i appologised and told her my problems with barber community and my appologies later...&lt;br /&gt;Int:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"why shd an organisation hire u?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bla bla bla bla" (&lt;/span&gt;Ususal ghasetu stuff)&lt;br /&gt;Int,With almost a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; shocked expression&lt;/span&gt; on her face:"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But ur UNSHAVEN :o, u dunt have the knwledge abt the basic Copr culture"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, with a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I m disgusted from life&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; expression :"if u say so."&lt;br /&gt;Int , with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*Dude Ur SCREWED*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;expression :"Thank you .*Pause* Have a nice day"&lt;br /&gt;Me, with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I m dead*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; expression :"Thank you mam"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i knw about those  stress interviews wrk nd all but there s always apoint of release in the stress int also.U dunt give those ending expressions when an interview ends.So from there began my Rage of anger.A very close friend , Ankit later tried to Calm me down but then by that time i had already made a Thesis on "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The pro's nd Cons of Shavin" (if it wasnt a censored version i would have published that)&lt;/span&gt; and had already scoled the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;I was almost sure tht i ll b dropped out and the they came in and started declaring result.After some names got passed , i heard my name , nd i must confess wat an amazing feelin i got.Just made the entire episode worthwile.So there i was back to my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; COlgate smile which i had in the morning and secure job in my pocket.&lt;/span&gt;Enjoyed the rest of the so called party :P nd then the amazin drive(the real party s YET to start :D).Da only sad part of the day was there were a set of people as deserving as me for this who cudnt get thru.But on second thoughts there r abt 90 more companies to visit the campus am sure there s better things instore :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ll post the bloopers l8z i guess , need to catch up some sleep (ever seen a guy smilin in his sleep , come to my place with a cam , u ll get the picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Road to PARADISEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ,&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt seem to END!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-114876921977768670?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114876921977768670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=114876921977768670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114876921977768670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114876921977768670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/road-to-paradise.html' title='The Road to Paradise :'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-114850598436239476</id><published>2006-05-24T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T14:28:47.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep , Interviews , past deeds and SUCKERSSSSS</title><content type='html'>After my accident's post the very next day i got this sms from my frnd.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey bro wat a funny accident u had , may god bless u and may he grant u a lot of similar accidents"&lt;br /&gt;Aftr 5 mins of scratchin my head nd tryin to figure out what he meant , i decided not to waste the time further and utilize it the best way i can ie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"SLEEP"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAtely i ve been tryin hard to break my record of sleepin ie 24 hours straight.But its not that easy to do especially when you have parents who wake u up after 15 hours and check if either drunk or still alive or a brother who kicks u out of the bed at 6 am and asks you to go for a Jog with him.But i believe with determination and strong will power nd ofcoursse with sucha  long holidays i can do it :D&lt;br /&gt;Am sure a lot of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wehlaas &lt;/span&gt;, who read my post (YEah thts wat 'U' r) must b always thinkin man this guy is kinda strange.I do get that a lot.I mean when asked who is your fav Writer , my usual answer is "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nikhil Chinappa&lt;/span&gt;"(The VJ/DJ frm MTV).After a lot of "What's" nd "Who's" , the person who asked the question decides not to pursue the matter further.But my logic is wats the problem in havin a funny writer with a good flow as ur fav.Why shd every1 have a fav writer as some creepy old serious Mystery teller :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The season for my Campus placements is startin nd in about a couple of days a pretty good MNC is about to land up.All these reminds me of the Mock &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;interviews &lt;/span&gt;taken up by my senriors for us ie my batch.A very commendable effort but as usual mine had to go towards a wierd direction.It was a Mock interview for a management firm , so i was pretty confident of crackin it easily.The panel was of 4 ppl i.e 2 of my immediate senrs ie my branch senrs nd 2 frm other branch.I knew who wd b my branch senrs nd was expecting nice fun stuff.So i entered the room and followin convo happened.(Another info: just before the interview i had read a funny paper cartoon on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Garfield&lt;/span&gt; da cat.)&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"May i come in."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Please come in."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me ,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinkin&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Gosh u look like Garfield , omg such a funny face'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memory, after lookin at the interviewer, goes into a childhood &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flashback&lt;/span&gt; ("Like they show in cheap hindi movies with screen gettin blurred and a new scene appears")&lt;br /&gt;Its me and a couple of my frnds at the age of 13 , at a marriage.Suddenly a guy wearing an inflated mickey mouse suit comes in front of us and tries to do a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rakhi Saawant&lt;/span&gt;" item dance.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Chinkuu , dekh saala apne se pange le raha hai."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinku :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Haan yaar chal maarein saale ko.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Sonu:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maine peeche se ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Action starts, Sonu kicks the guy frm behind , poah thing tries to turn around nd then chinku punches his tummy.After much of tryin he catches both of them.It was my turn , my cousin had always told me whenever in such a situation GO nd hit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BELOW the BELT&lt;/span&gt;,so i did as my cousin had told me.Nd BOOM it was a 1 kick knockout.&lt;br /&gt;Chinku,with a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B-grade-movie's shocked Vamp's expression&lt;/span&gt;":"Yaar yeh to mar gaya !!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Sonu:"Nahin hil raha hai yaar dekh!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Arre nahin , maine filmon mein dekha hai , ab yeh kisse ko mooh dikhaane laayak nahin raha"&lt;br /&gt;All 3 of us, with an AMRISH PURI's laugh:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ha ha ha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screen Blurs again and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flashback&lt;/span&gt; is over.I m again in the interview room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garfield face Interviewer:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Rahul , why is there a smirk on your face"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thinkin&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Coz u look like an inflated CArtoon and i ve had a history with ur types  , thts why"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No sir , it was just a greetin smile"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garfield :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Well i did saw a smirk on your face, is there something funny"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; thinkin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;Dude is it only  me in this room , or is every1 blind.Da guy looks like GARFIELD'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Sir"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garfield:"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So tellme about yourself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Bla Bla bla , u look like a CAT , bla bla bla"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the interviews goes on with crappy usual questions , but all the while i could just focus on 1 thing , how much can a guy resemble a cartoon character , nd that also a CAT.Questions like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What do they feed you wierdo?"  or "Do kids kick ya in places where they shdnt?"&lt;/span&gt;(In the most recent news abt tht mickey mouse guy , he left the job soon after that encounter :D)  were running across my mind , nd so i fukd up the interview (wats new ehh :P)&lt;br /&gt;After the evaluation i was told that i tend to get confused a lot.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yeah right , when you have a inflated cartoon look alike in front of me askin questions wat else do you expect"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few dayz its been a festive atmoshphere in my house.Everyone seems to be in a jolly mood.Reason - well simple i got the Long awaited &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hair Cut".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial reactions were ..... well expected in a way.My bhabs asked me to get some sweets , as it was a grand occasion comin  only twice in a year nd says to my mom &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Maa , dekho aapka  khoya hua laal mil gaya hai"&lt;/span&gt; nd my mom askin me on the door "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hanji kisse milna hai&lt;/span&gt;".My dad was like "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woooooooooo  Where were u son for the past 6 months&lt;/span&gt;".Wat a life ehhhh :P.But there were 3 main reasons  why i got it.&lt;br /&gt;Reason1:"I live in country like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; INDIA&lt;/span&gt; where its hotter then hell , it aint easy to support such a hobby"&lt;br /&gt;Reason2:I was fed up of answerin ppl askin the same question why dunt u get a haircut.My usual answer was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The barber community has banned me coz i was tryin to elope with one of the barber's sister"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason3:My placements r comin near :P nd my Training nd placements officer of my collg  was like "Baal katwaale warna ......"&lt;br /&gt;The last reason was good enough for me to do it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BREAKIN NEWS&lt;/span&gt;:My fight with the mosquitoes has taken a new shape ,for the past 1 hour or so , since my Gud nite , mosquito repellent got over.Trust me , u only knw the value of these things when they r over.&lt;br /&gt;I think i need to goto other room before these suckers  complete their mission but before that a quick set of  similarities between mosquitoes nd another group of species "Politicians"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1.They both suck the blood of every1 human being they can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2.Both of them SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3.They just dont seem to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4.They are the only species who have no role on this planet watsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5.Did i say they SUCK, well trust me they SUCK bigtime.Bloody SUCKERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna write about another thing of grave concern to me ie Future of reservations , I think the next thing on the mind of HRD &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Arjun 'PHSYCO' Singh"&lt;/span&gt; will be reservation in sports.Our cricket team will b like  5 General , 2SC/ST 3OBC 1 Some other quota.Rules like Quota players can have 3  times battin etc or its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ILLEGAL&lt;/span&gt; to catch a QUOTA player will b implemented by the gr8 politicians.I wanna write more but the brothers of the SUCKIN politicians aint lettin me.&lt;br /&gt;So i guess its time for me to sleep :D ,&lt;br /&gt;Till next time (lol i feel like a Flop TV host)&lt;br /&gt;TC adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-114850598436239476?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114850598436239476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=114850598436239476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114850598436239476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114850598436239476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/sleep-interviews-past-deeds-and.html' title='Sleep , Interviews , past deeds and SUCKERSSSSS'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-114807146760386774</id><published>2006-05-19T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T14:21:26.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD's Movie  , kahaan poori filmi hai.</title><content type='html'>One of the few things that  i love about Exams (yeah u read it rite :P) is coz of the feeling they give ya when they end.When its all over  ie&lt;br /&gt;* No more studyin in the nights (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poah geeks&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;* No more burning the midnight oil (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Geeks shd get electricity conncn i guess&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;* No more chattin all night and pretending that you are actually studyin (poah me :( )&lt;br /&gt;* No more reaching late in the exam and everyone staring at you like you are from another planet or something.( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I get that a lot&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;*No more starin at the cute chick sittin in front of ya when ya dont knw anythin in the exam.(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ps: For ny1 gettin vague ideas abt cute gurls in Engg colleges , DUDE its just my imagination working here&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;*No more starin at the cute chubby teacher when you dont know the exam (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah :x thts wat i do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* No more your parents treatin u like a prince.&lt;br /&gt;* No more ..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Shit i just thought about it and am not sure is it really good or bad that my exams have ended.&lt;br /&gt;Well another semester has passed and i have realised that in another year or so i ll be another one of those Old ppl who do a job *Yikesssss* , who work hard *double yikesssss* and who are serious about life (WTF :o i m scaring myself here :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on second thoughts as usual i dunt give a damn :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my dad's bday today.I had decided smtime back tht this time am not forgettin da gift.Today was also the day i guess when GOD decided to play his own movie with us as characters.It was so damn fimlmi tht i guess sm of u wont even believe tht it happnd but its 100% true :D  .Before i tell u the story i ll introduce u with the stars :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karan a.k.a KAKA&lt;/span&gt; - Knwn for his magnetic powers to attract the most wierdest chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saurabh a.k.a Chinka&lt;/span&gt; - Knwn for his famous quotes throughout the collg .famous ones likee "Luvvvvvvv yaaaaaa"(Considerin the fact tht he uses it even with the teachers after the exams , its actually a miracle he s still alive :P)&lt;br /&gt;For privacy reasons as sm collg ppl do read my blog am not writin da real names of da gurls :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Topper a.k.a padhaakoo&lt;/span&gt;:Knwn for ....well toppin in da class as usual nd gettin senti nd sad if she gets less then 90%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malyalam brahmin with a jatt's blood a.k.a Sweety&lt;/span&gt;: Her name says it all :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da future I.A.S a.k.a Angrez &lt;/span&gt; :I cant kid arnd abt her :P( aage jaake saare challan usse se nikalwaane hain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nd ofcourse Yours Truly me A.k.a KD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of my last final pracs left , so went to collg in the morning nd then v frnds decided to go for lunch after the prac.After couple of hours of copyin my Programs frm the CD nd tryin to see which one is the rite one nd teacher tryin to figure out which year do i belong to , da damn prac finally got over.So v frnds decided to go for a lunch nd a movie.After eatin for abt an hour( like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yokozuna&lt;/span&gt; does in a free Buffe ) we finally thought of leavin da place.&lt;br /&gt;Came out nd started discussin which movie to goto.Searched a few places for newspaper nd finally got to knw no nice movie is on :( So decided to go for a drive.Everything was goin  like a gr8 day but i guess god had much more exciting plans instored for us.&lt;br /&gt;We  just discussin abt the Army truks goin ahead of us.It was a TARTRA (if u havent seen 1 , just consider a monster truck nd mutiply the damn beast by2 u ll get the picture).Da convo was likee:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:"Man i think tht trucks tire can crush us in like 2 secs :-s"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saurabh&lt;/span&gt;:"Yeah man , look at the fukin tyres so damn big I wonder if they ever get punctured"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:"lolz I wonder who repairs its punctures nyways :P"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaka&lt;/span&gt;:"how was da result for first exam guys??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Padhakoo&lt;/span&gt;:"MEre aaj 93% hi bane ussmein , ghar jaake waat lagegi :(("&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:"Laalchi Aurat , sabr kar :P"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweety:&lt;/span&gt;"Shut up guyss , lemme hear da song " /*Khalbali hai khalbali -RDB */&lt;br /&gt;just as we stopped at the lights after 2 sec s i hear :-&lt;br /&gt;There was a huge noise nd then there was:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gurls Combined &lt;/span&gt;:"AAAAAAAAAAA  OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG AAAAAAAA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinkaa&lt;/span&gt;:"FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK" (he says that a lot once , he got injured nd we took him in the hospital to get stiches.He was screaming like "FUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK".Da lady doc was like "NOOOOOOO" :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaka&lt;/span&gt; :"WAtttttttttttttttttttttttt DA FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my face towards the back seat nd man i cdnt believe it (before u get ny bright ideas) , our Car was just rammed in by one of those "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TARTRAS"&lt;/span&gt;.The whole freakin window was smashed to pieces nd the iron pole in frnt of the truck was 2 inch away frm my face.&lt;br /&gt;The best part was that the fuckin driver of that Monster truck was still tryin to get tht pole outta out car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:"Abe B%$#%  M$#%$#% B@#$%#@$ M#$%#$%#  Rukk jaaaaaaa!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;The whole car was full with broken glass nd gurls screamin at the top of their voices.&lt;br /&gt;Da song now shifted over to : "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ek pal ka jeena , phir to hai jaanaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt; :O"&lt;br /&gt;V stopped da vehicle afterwards nd then after a lot of nonsense by da sainiks I called up my bro.Now he being an officer in Army itself knew how to tackle with the sitn nd with the bloody drivers saying "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaan bach gaye tum logon ki woh shukar maano !!!&lt;/span&gt;" ("Thank god ur alive!!!")&lt;br /&gt;After a lot action i guess now god decided to shift over lives with some Drama(I told ya it was completely fimli)&lt;br /&gt;Angrez collapses in between while talkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Topper&lt;/span&gt; :"OMGggggggggggg nahinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweety&lt;/span&gt;:"yeh kya hua isseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinkaa &lt;/span&gt;:"Yaarrr yeh kya ho raha haiiiiiiiiiii" (Da funniest part was he was tryin to check her nerves  but was holdin her hands instead of her wrists lolzzz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaka&lt;/span&gt;:"Paane maaro iskooo"&lt;br /&gt;Aftr 5 mins of running around to find water nd tryin to wake her up, she moves her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:"Shez aliveeeeeee Shez Aliveeeeee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinkaa&lt;/span&gt;:"No yaar it s just me still tryin to find da damn nerve"&lt;br /&gt;After smtime she gets up nd feels better.ppl strt discussin whether it was a sun stroke or de hydration or some1 even suggested Mirgi ka duara :P&lt;br /&gt;Now we were tryin to get da broken glass in da car nd guess wat we found.&lt;br /&gt;A VODOO Doll in kaka's car.It was really one of the most freakiest things i ve seen in a long time man.Kaka's explanation was "well i went to a temple nd i liked it there so i bought it :P "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time i guess God really got bored of the drama nd thought about includin some commedy.My bro told me nd kaka to go to Civil police also nd ask them to come here.Since they were standin abt a 100 mtrs back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:"Sir, Sir v just had an accident with an army truck plz come with us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Constable1&lt;/span&gt; , With almost a smile:"Hum to yeh sab ek ghante se dekh rahe hain yaar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaka&lt;/span&gt;:"To kuch report likho"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Constable2&lt;/span&gt; , with a bigger smile:"Itni der baad hawwwwwwwwwwww pehle likh bhi dete par ab to hawwwwwwwww"&lt;br /&gt;After much of listentin to their mix Haryanvi punjabi accent nd tryin to digest their "Hawwwwz" v thot its better to come back , but aftr that they thought of helipin us or my best guess is they wanted to make sm quick chaai paani for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Constable&lt;/span&gt;1:"Yahaan kya hua hai!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; (slow voice):"Cricket match :P"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Constable2&lt;/span&gt;:"Hmm serious accident lagta hai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinka &lt;/span&gt;(slower voice):"Nahin hum to bas touch touch khel rahe the"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Constable&lt;/span&gt;1,referin to sweety:"MAdam ji yahan ke hoyaaaa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweety&lt;/span&gt;,a bit confused:"Accident "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Constable2&lt;/span&gt;:"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Constable1&lt;/span&gt;:"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Constable2:&lt;/span&gt;"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Constable1&lt;/span&gt;, with a winning expression on his face:"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aftr half an hour more of their hmmming i guess it was the time for climax.My bro had already scolded off the civil police nd called up the Military police.Aftr another hour of arguing "how could we survive with only little or no  inguries " nd "How was there only glass damage" with some officers of that unit , v went to their regiment headquarters.&lt;br /&gt;It was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Company Commondore's ie CC's&lt;/span&gt; room.&lt;br /&gt;We sat on chairs nd it looked more like my tution classes of 9th std.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CC&lt;/span&gt;:Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ( I wonder if all grown ups do that a lot :P) , talk to ur parents abt the insurance nd all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaka&lt;/span&gt;, with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Meri Fati hui hai mujhe mat chedo*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;expression&lt;/span&gt; on his face(dunt ask if u dunt get it :P) : OK :-s&lt;br /&gt;Aftr talkin to his dad nd an hour more of convincin the CC that v were not even moving nd with kaka's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;expressing powerz&lt;/span&gt; he said its ok nd agreed to payup for the fault :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how can there b an end without a tragedy.Sweety's mom was callin her like crazy nd askin her where the hell is she this time of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweety&lt;/span&gt;:"Mom main topper ke ghar hoon chilll"&lt;br /&gt;After 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweety&lt;/span&gt;:"mom u can talk to topper urself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Topper&lt;/span&gt;:"Aaunti , she s at my place only supportin me coz my parents r angry at my low %ge this time" ( I told ya she z a Laalchi aurat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweety's Mom&lt;/span&gt;:"But ur mom has also called me up to knw abt ur wareabouts :o"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Topper&lt;/span&gt; , with kaka's former expressions on her face now :D:"PAUSE"&lt;br /&gt;I guess that was the time when we all decided to throw that black voddo doll in kaka's car earlier that day.&lt;br /&gt;They say that all's well that ends well but really when i come to think of it , it was much better then a well ending.&lt;br /&gt;Kaka got a reimbersement back frm the CC.&lt;br /&gt;No 1 was injured accept minor scratches.&lt;br /&gt;We probably had one of the wackiest day of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Nd I finally rememberd to buy a gift for my dad s bday nd even gave it before dinner :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess am finally off for sleep now :P man wat a day :D&lt;br /&gt;Tc Adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-114807146760386774?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114807146760386774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=114807146760386774' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114807146760386774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114807146760386774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/gods-movie-kahaan-poori-filmi-hai.html' title='GOD&apos;s Movie  , kahaan poori filmi hai.'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-114732854951975038</id><published>2006-05-10T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T00:25:01.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malikaa I HATE U !!</title><content type='html'>This post is another one in the series of my love and dedication towards hindi movies , where the title has no relation with the Content watsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"EXAMS"&lt;/span&gt;  Take a good look at that word Ladies &amp; gentlemen coz tht is the most SCARY word created ever.It can give u sleepless nites , it can give u more tension than ur GF  .... in short it can screw ur happiness easily. Thats wat this word has been doin to me lately.My Exams r startin da comin monday with no holiday in between (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note to self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:Update the personal Hitlist with my collg's New director's name on Top)&lt;br /&gt;All this makes go back in time nd remember those good old dayz of being in a Government  school(I really am bad at spellin)&lt;br /&gt;I was in a Govt school for 4 years of my life from 7th to 10th nd those were really the most amazing dayz of my school life.Those of u who havent been to a govt school or thinkin of it to b a similar scenario like they show in DDI &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Remove Child labour* &lt;/span&gt;ads&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;...., well although its a place completely mismanaged and all (like our govt.)but i guess it aint tht bad in places like Chandigarh.&lt;br /&gt;I moved frm my Convent school frm 6th std to a Govt school in 7th std coz it was close to my house nd my parents thought it was a good school.From there it was a beautiful nd Educational journey all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My first day&lt;/span&gt;: I was this decent sweet studious *i have all the books in my bag* kinda guy (yeah i was smthing like tht) .Teacher came in the class nd started attendance nd all tht new boy introduce ur self thingie.So i started nervously but with a smile on my face nd gave my introduction nd all.After that the first thing she said was (with a shocked expression on her face) "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why Did u came here ??&lt;/span&gt;".I had no idea that the party had just begun.&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of days and a few more Shocked teachers , the picture started to reveal itslf more clearly.&lt;br /&gt;For the first half of the day there activities like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleep with ur head down while the teacher is makin noise in the class* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Smile at the cutest chick with ur head down*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later half of da day consisted of some great activities which  were a complete shocker for me.It was the first time i heard the term &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"BUNK"&lt;/span&gt; and since that day i ve been a complete fan of the term(Bunk = To run away frm ur school while its still goin on).I was shocked to see kids runnin out or even jumpin out of the walls.Another great thing tht i loved abt the school was the Importance given to sports in the school.The priority of sports in the hearts of students was so high that even if the Teacher came in class after break (a very rare phenomenon), no 1 really bothered to go back in the class.How can ny1 stop in between a game of cricket :P to go back to borin class.&lt;br /&gt;Aftr a few dayz of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*I cant believe u do that*&lt;/span&gt; expressions , I did what was right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;I became one of them.It was the first time in my life that i really wanted to go school so bad that even if i had sour throat or cold i would make bahaanas to goto school :D.In one of those after break bunkin sessions , i happened to meet the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Love&lt;/span&gt; of my life.They say that u cant forget ur first love ever and i think they r rite.I still am crazy abt it.&lt;br /&gt;My first love was , is nd always will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VIDEO GAMES&lt;/span&gt;.I had small TV Vgame at my place also but trust me its a complete different experience when you play it in a shop competing with people and play things like LTP (loosers to pay) nd all that.Its just too much fun.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEGA ,Ps1 , Ps2&lt;/span&gt; I miss u guyss *sob* *sob*.&lt;br /&gt;So the whole year flew by nd boom it was Exams time.The whole year in my new school i did everything except "studyin".But man o man there were such advanced ways nd technologies used to cheat in exams tht all the "bunkers" passed out in flyin colors.&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time i was ever introduced to things like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Microscopic photostats" "Parchis" "Q paper with ans written Xchanged" "Answer sheets Xchanged" and other tricks like *101 ways to hide a parchi*  *how to pass a Teacher's lie detector test* etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There r some cons of being in a good Enng collg(how i got there is another good filmi story :)which i will tell some other day.One of them is that u dont have tht much supportive classmates :(.Nd by lookin at my watch rite now i can hear the EVIL word again in my ears  "EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS" .Damnn who created this word must b SHOT x-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days back a very Strange thing happened.I was talkin to a gud frnd of mine.Well it was more of a Im talkin she s listening kinda thing.So suddenly she interupted me with a strange expression on her face and out of the blue said those  words which i think i ll never forget for a long time to come.&lt;br /&gt;The words were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Telgi ko AIDS hai". &lt;/span&gt;For the next 10 mins i cant remember anything except me nd some other ppl passin by laughin like crazy.I really dunt want ny1 s feeling to b hurt or ny telgi fans to threaten me or nything like that.But man o man i ve Never Ever in my life encountered a stranger timing of ny thing :P&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday there was a front page news in a hindi local paper it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yuvraj ke gaadi se Music system chori hua&lt;/span&gt;-- Prapt soochna ke anusar , mashoor cricket khilaadi Yuvraj Singh ke Chd stith ghar pe rakhi gaadi mein se Chor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Music system&lt;/span&gt;" Udda kar le gaye.Smachar likhe jaane tak police apni karyawahi kar rahi thi par koi khaas suraag nahin mila tha.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;----- After readin that i ve decided to say no to newpapers now except for the time am bored nd in search for some laughter :).&lt;br /&gt;I think i shd study now "Damn!!! can ny1 tell me who created this word x--( "&lt;br /&gt;Tc Adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps:If ur still wondering wat does the title of my post mean.It s a new meaningless song by "Sandeep Chowta".The whole song consists of the lines "Malika i hate u".Although i personally believe that the Video is a piece of art.Its so damn educational and meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;In the video a Beautiful hot model keeps dancing senselessly (wat else do u guys want :P)&lt;br /&gt;Nd if ny1 disagrees with me abt the video not being gud then how can u explain the Sucess of serials like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"BAYWATCH"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-114732854951975038?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114732854951975038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=114732854951975038' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114732854951975038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114732854951975038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/malikaa-i-hate-u.html' title='Malikaa I HATE U !!'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-114651066064366550</id><published>2006-05-01T11:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T11:15:28.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enggrs worst nightmare :(</title><content type='html'>An engg s worst nightmare :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scene 1 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pappu : Abe Saale kal Networkin ka final prac hai.Uss Jaanwar (Teacher) ne prac copies mangwaaie hain kal.&lt;br /&gt;Chimpu: Chod na yaar , poore sem nahin ki ab kya karni.&lt;br /&gt;Pappu : Saale woh RE appear lagaa dega.Pichle saale senrs ke bhi&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; KLPD&lt;/span&gt; (neva mind if u dunt knw this) hui thi.&lt;br /&gt;Chimpu: tep leinge raat ko , Chill maar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scene 2 : (Night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pappu : Ab karle , mareinge warna.&lt;br /&gt;Chimpu :yeah yeah , oye first lets check out the new movie u got today morning , kal waapas karni hai yaar warna double rent padega!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pappu: WATTTTTTT !!! double rent :o , Fu*k assignments ,  dude play it , kal dekhte hain prac ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is wat typically happens before every final prac or exam :P in a GOOD engrs life (I m excludin all the geeks who actually do make all tht from the defination of GOOD ).&lt;br /&gt;Tomm s is my final viva :P nd i have no idea abt the prac copy or nything else.&lt;br /&gt;There r a lot of possibilities of wat tomm can be like for me :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awsume Day &lt;/span&gt;: Teacher is ill or had an accident or his daughter ran away with his Servent/Student. (Dreams dont always come true :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good day&lt;/span&gt; : Teacher thinks i m a very hard wrkin student nd couldt do my wrk coz of valid reason nd gives me more time to copy things. (Naah he doesnt look tht stupid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok Day&lt;/span&gt; : He screams on me nd my frnds nd lectures us again on how irresponsible v are.Then gives us more time to copy stuff. (Quite a possible scenario)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad Day&lt;/span&gt; : He gives me this *I knw wat u did to my daughter , Proferssor Cherian* kinda look (Read 5pt some1 :P u lost soul ) nd then goes ahead nd gimme da lowest marks nd all :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NIGHTMARE&lt;/span&gt; : RE Appear!!! or it  simply means *Dude ur screwed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although am a firm believer in the theory that *Re appears r like seasons they come nd they go*.But man i really dont like chg of seasons in my life.So much tension so much problem.&lt;br /&gt;Above all ur parents get to knw abt it nd then u become this bankrupt kid who well has to leave all the good things of life :- Booze , girls , parties :o.&lt;br /&gt;I think am gonna get more serious on my studies atleast till 20th may (thts when my exams get over :D).&lt;br /&gt;Gonna cut short on bloggin also :-s , there s this inner voice in me right now screamin *BOOKS tum kahaan ho*.I guess i ll have to get a duster first :P its been ages man since i touched that sorta stuff :P (will update tomm on what happnd abt my viva)&lt;br /&gt;In other news my blog visit went up above 300 yayyyyyyy :D (although a quarter of tht must be by urs truly :P).Thank u ppl ;)&lt;br /&gt;PS: My screen name aint SERIOUS :P its SIRIUS&lt;br /&gt;Tc Adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Written da next day :&lt;br /&gt;I can just say happily that "Dreams do come true ;) , it was an awesome day :D"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-114651066064366550?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114651066064366550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=114651066064366550' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114651066064366550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114651066064366550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/enggrs-worst-nightmare_114651066064366550.html' title='Enggrs worst nightmare :('/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-114607649895009451</id><published>2006-04-26T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T11:49:55.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R u a DHAKKAN ...Jasoos Vijay ...</title><content type='html'>I was just thinkin today (Da main emphasis of all my posts for the last couple of days is to show that i can think) that all these names of Websites nd all are so damn wierd.&lt;br /&gt;I mean&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; GOOGLE , YAHOO , ORKUT   :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;f sm 5-6 years back sm1 wd have asked me do u do Orkuttin , I wd ve probably laughed so hard in front of him he wd have felt more embaressed then the Models at lakme faishon week.But now ppl ask do u do orkuttin , i say "yeah man ofcourse , its so kewl , Do u?" ,&lt;br /&gt;da person says "Ofcourse man".&lt;br /&gt;Almost all my collg is on tht site nd scraps each other like crazy (Wat else do u expect of engg students :P).They all r "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orkutters&lt;/span&gt;" or smthin like tht.&lt;br /&gt;These wrds esp like "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yahoo&lt;/span&gt;" r so damn funny if u think.&lt;br /&gt;"Do u have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAHOOOO &lt;/span&gt;mail"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah man i have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAHOOOOOO &lt;/span&gt;mail"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think soon there ll b a scenario where there ll b 2 ppl talkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Person 1&lt;/span&gt;:"Hey man do u knw abt tht new in thing da members of website  "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DHAKKAN&lt;/span&gt;" ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Person 2&lt;/span&gt;:"Ohh man , ur so slow am already a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DHAKKAN&lt;/span&gt;" !!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Person 1 &lt;/span&gt;: "WAOOOOOOO !!! I ve heard u "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DHAKKANS&lt;/span&gt;"  are so damn cool , cant wait to b a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DHAKKAN&lt;/span&gt;" man , 3 cheerz for "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DHAKKANS&lt;/span&gt;"!!!"&lt;br /&gt;(In case u have been away from hindi for like ages "DHAKKAN" = Bottle cap nd is meant for a STupid guy who s usually knwn as a "Dhakkan" or a"Tubelight")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even worse wat i suspect if popular websites go with the Indian names , there can b a scenario like this wid some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABCD (American born confused Desi's) &lt;/span&gt;talkin :&lt;br /&gt;Person 1:"Yo man !!! Wazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz up"&lt;br /&gt;Person 2:"WAzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz up"   (Its usually sky u Moron")&lt;br /&gt;Person1 :"YO , I saw this new website , its so damn popular these days , u heard abt "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AblaNaari.com&lt;/span&gt;"?&lt;br /&gt;Person2:"No man , but i hv heard this new in thing a website knwn as "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SuSu.com&lt;/span&gt;"?&lt;br /&gt;Person 1:"Ohh man Susu , its old man  i used to do Susu for 10 hours a day but got bored ouuta it  man but now am an "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abla Naari&lt;/span&gt;" its awesome"&lt;br /&gt;Person 2:"So kewl , bro.I guess i ll become an "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abla naari&lt;/span&gt;" soon ;)&lt;br /&gt;Person1:"Yo man, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abla Naari&lt;/span&gt;" Rocks :P"&lt;br /&gt;(I knw it got a bit gross but i cdnt resist writin it lolz , Ps:just kiddin dunt send me hate mailz if u feel its gross :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ately i ve shifted over to a new place nd its quite close to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; AIRPORT&lt;/span&gt;.trust me man its so damn scary initally.It really happened with me.&lt;br /&gt;I was sleepin nd dreemin abt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayesha Takia&lt;/span&gt; as usual and then all of a sudden I feel my bed shakin.I get up nd think (Yeah baby i do tht pretty often now ehh) for a sec.Then at top of my voice i scream "EARTHQUAKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" bhagoooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;After 2 secs my dad gives me this *I knw u r stupid , stop proovin me rite again nd again* look.Then i realise it was a plane about to land at da airport goin above my house.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously its so freakin loud I really wish my college was near an airpot.That ways i could have told my teachers all the good things i thought abt them on their face , which i feel for the last 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;(In case ur the proud members of "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DHAKKAN&lt;/span&gt;" website nd u dunt get a word of wat i say u r suppose to laugh now :p)&lt;br /&gt;For the past 5 or 6 days my cable connection is not workin :(.For a whela person like me its almost the end of life if it wasnt for the net.But still i get bored so i switch over to DD1 nd BOOM i m taken back in time.I m watchin "Krishi Darshan" Its a farmer s show where they tell u how to grow ur crops properly.(pretty interestin ehh).If tht wasnt bore enough their next shift is "The most sensational show in the TELEVISION history --&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JASOOS Vijay&lt;/span&gt; (or smthin like tht)" Its abt an old guy , wanna b young kinda detective , who still produces "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dharmindra s PISHUBHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;" sound after he punches da bad guys.&lt;br /&gt;If u ever HATED ekta kappor ma&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;n o man&lt;/span&gt;, there r much better contenders for "Da dumbest show makers on earth" award other than EKTA kapoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about 5 minutes back i got this message " &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Medical college students from entire delhi have been teargased, beaten&lt;br /&gt;and injured in the anti reservation protest in delhi. let us express&lt;br /&gt;solidarity with those who are standing up for us....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;These r the things that really pisses me off man.I mean first a dumb Minister who 's&lt;br /&gt;old enough to b some1 s Gr8 gr8 gr8...gr8 grandpa and Dumb enough to b a winner of&lt;br /&gt;*Make me Ms World* contest , passes a Cheap political Move of abt 50% reservation in&lt;br /&gt;Colleges.Then when students protest against it they throw teargas at them.I wont b&lt;br /&gt;surprised if someone goes ahead and repeats the "RAng de Basanti" Story.(if ur short&lt;br /&gt;of a member then contact me , am serious abt this).&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday these politicians strt wrkin sincerely , instead of playin cheap&lt;br /&gt;political games with the carrers of thousands of students.(else i guess we ll make&lt;br /&gt;them do that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm i guess i ll go back to my "Krishi darshan" nd "Jasoos Vijay" now.Ohh i almost forgot&lt;br /&gt;tomm s my senrs farewell party , its gonna b rockin stuff man.I can already hear *Loose&lt;br /&gt;Control* from RDB ;)&lt;br /&gt;TC nd Adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/24997287-114607649895009451?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114607649895009451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=114607649895009451' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114607649895009451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114607649895009451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/r-u-dhakkan-jasoos-vijay.html' title='R u a DHAKKAN ...Jasoos Vijay ...'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-114598956473675449</id><published>2006-04-25T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T11:26:04.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heights of discrimination .......Life, sucess , philosophy in shrt My Wehlapanti</title><content type='html'>Today i was just readin blogs of ppl as usual nd went to a &lt;a href="http://wheremymindruns.blogspot.com/"&gt;new gurl's&lt;/a&gt; blog from a link in some blog.Just as i reached there i saw 1 post 18 comments.I was like :o WATTTTTTTTTTTTTT.I mean when i first posted my first post at wordpress long time back , da only comment i got was "Welcome to wordpress --A computer generated response".&lt;br /&gt;Da post is nice but what made me think was how can a new user with couple of days of postin can get soo many response , nd then i got the answer , the author's a gurl with a cute pic (not takin nythin away frm da post its a gud 1 for sure) but man da main reason for da clicks is that only.Every guy over there was being extra nice (Includin meh :P ).&lt;br /&gt;But have u ever seen a guy blogger with not such a cute pic gettin such response.Even &lt;a href="http://mydayzwithmyself.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hitler's soul's, Videshi taakat's&lt;/a&gt; blog took arnd 2 years to became this gud.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why such pattern exists, but trust me it does exists for sure.&lt;br /&gt;So da moral of the story is , if u find a blogger with a wierd name , not such a cute pic, wierd sense of humour  DO click on it , U mite help da guy  in his quest for his laptop by clickin on google ads ( In case ur a complete dhakkan or a very gorgeous gurl I m refferin to myself here :P)&lt;br /&gt;Its been long since i last had a real party , by real i simply mean last time i got slaushed.My farewell is comin in a couple of days and am sure its gonna b a REAL gud party.My agenda is simple,  go there nd instead of socialising (ie greetin ppl with fake smile with an expression "U wanna go to the loo but ur on national television") just start wrkin on the booze part :D.Although for some stupid reason i took the charge of organising the whole event , so i dunt think i ll b able to get slaushed properly :(.&lt;br /&gt;I always feel there r smthings 1 can never forget , things like "Ur first kiss" , "Ur first date" ,"Ur most embarrasin moments" , "Ur first LAPTOP (Yeah am obsessed )"  , its really amazing to look back through these moments and relive them again.A famous sayin was smthin like "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life aint made up of all the days u r alive but the moments u really live&lt;/span&gt;" , smthin similar to that :P , am gettin philosophical lolzz but the reason i am sayin this coz i was thinking (yeah i can do tht too) sm time back abt carrer , life , success nd all those things.&lt;br /&gt;I still believe life s not smthing  tht shd be spent in chasin after things but being satisfied in most of the things u have.Ofcourse one has to b ambitious in life but not over coz then there wont b time to enjoy life.Majority of ppl percieve success as fame or moeny but really is that sucess.&lt;br /&gt;Or is success , when a person has lived his life full of amazing time , happiness satisfaction and all tht stuff.I do think these two can not combined (atleast not completely).So who really is successful "Bill gates" or the guy next door who s takin his kids for a family outing.&lt;br /&gt;True its a matter of perception , so i guess accordin to my perception I knw a lot of very very succesful ppl nd i do intend to follow them :)&lt;br /&gt;Well this is what happens to me if i have a lot of free time , i start talkin all this philosophical things :D&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Please click on da ads ;) , i wanna buy mah laptop u c :P&lt;br /&gt;TC Adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-114574131529274241</id><published>2006-04-22T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T14:28:35.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plannin ehh ;)</title><content type='html'>Days like today really takes my believes away frm ny sort of plannin watsoever.I plan the whole day nd BOOM it goes in drain as usual.I thought of studyin today nd all tht gud stuff.nd well i ve been chillin for last 7-8 hours or so....&lt;br /&gt;Today I was told again by my parents to get a hair cut soon or well get outta da house.Ever since i got into my collg there s been certain sort of hatred between my parents nd my passion for long hair.I mean i knw m untidy nd all but i kinda like it this way nd i guess am lazy enuff to go to a barber to get a haircut nywayz.So well the fight continues , dunno when i ll b thrown out (Forcibly) nd then i ll ve to get a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;I m really fed up wid my comp for a long time now.This ancient machine of mine is even slower then Atal Bihari vajpayee tryin to run.Although its been my faithful companion for past 7-8 year s but i guess i need a new 1.A brand new LAPTOP.REally need it man , most of the games configurations r way past my PC s aukaat.I been wantin to play San andreas for god knws how long now.I wonder when will i finally get it.Although am a firm believer in the sayin "Similarity of women nd PCs-U always feel u wd have gotten a better model if u waited a bit longer" (I m jst kiddin In case ur IQ  level is comparable to Ms India)&lt;br /&gt;Feel like sleepin now so Adios ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24997287-114574131529274241?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114574131529274241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=114574131529274241' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114574131529274241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114574131529274241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/plannin-ehh.html' title='Plannin ehh ;)'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-114564916634094655</id><published>2006-04-21T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T12:52:46.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of an Engineering mind!!</title><content type='html'>After readin da heading am sure every1 will tht i m not really gud at that :P nyways i liked it so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;It s just like a hindi movie Name has no connection watsoever with the story and story has no connection watsoever with the songs and songs have no connection watsoever with the ppl dancin in those nd the list goes on :P.&lt;br /&gt;Recently saw one of the most funny dance no. its from a movie Hum ko dewana kar gaye (Absolute crap mayb coz i was watchin it in hostel room with 8 guys , yeah we engg guys have no life :P but i ll explain ya the reason soon).It goes like this Akshay kumar is dancin with kartnia kaif with no sense in the song.Good locations nd all nd suddenly Akshay kumar does the *Micheal Jackson grabbin his crouch* thingie.I mean out of the blue in the dance he does that , even better the CD hangs there for abt 5 secs.ITs was hillarious , looked like some1 gave him glue on his hands lolzzz.&lt;br /&gt;Well as its not a hindi movie this post will have smthing related to the Title.I do believe engg students r too damn vehla.V ve absolutely nothin to do.Some ppl will say no engrs have lot to do like ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assignments &lt;/span&gt;-well it takes 1 hr to copy whole of 1 mnths assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quizes &lt;/span&gt;  - R u insane ,I  m talkin abt engnrs not geeks :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Projects &lt;/span&gt;-Man why do u think ppl talk with the topper , even though they r wierd but they r quite helpful in projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tests&lt;/span&gt;    - I think ur drunk , to think like that , who cares abt tht crap  man :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exams &lt;/span&gt; - Well engrs do study for a week or so u knw in a semester :)&lt;br /&gt;So for the rest of the time we have absolutely nothin to do.What do we do :-s&lt;br /&gt;Well there r sm ppl who study but Hello am not talkin abt those Geeks :P am talkin abt normal ones.&lt;br /&gt;My experience says tht well most of us just wanna chill nd wat better way to chill then to check out a movie.&lt;br /&gt;As one of the foundin laws of engg students  says " Thou U shall always be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BANKRUPT&lt;/span&gt; except when a beautiful gurl needs help" So if its only guys who cares abt goin to sm multiplex nd screwin so much money.Option left is a movie in hostel room :D.See i tld ya I ll explain da reason.&lt;br /&gt;Life s goin pretty smooth dese dayz , sadly exams ll b approachin soon.There goes my week :(.&lt;br /&gt;Also To ny1 who reads my blog (I hope am not speakin to myself again :p) Do leave a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMMENT&lt;/span&gt; here.U knw it s gud to see a comment ;) i mite even give ya some kewl stuff.&lt;br /&gt;U knw i mite turn out to b a Millionaire nd mite even remember ur gud comment nd will help u.., u mite even land up in a gud job coz of ur comments ...I think u got da message.&lt;br /&gt;DO leave &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMMENTS &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Adios&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/24997287-114564916634094655?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114564916634094655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=114564916634094655' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114564916634094655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114564916634094655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/confessions-of-engineering-mind.html' title='Confessions of an Engineering mind!!'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-114496702775748777</id><published>2006-04-13T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T11:45:35.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Just After Exams !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Every night has a day following it , every problem has a way following it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                                       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; KD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; (lolz it actually rhymes , am gettin gud at it)&lt;br /&gt;I love the kinda happy nd nice feeling i get when my exams get over.No more tension , no more studies (Although they rnt there nyways) but still Once my exams get over my happy mood starts.&lt;br /&gt;Just as i finished my last stupid sessnal today i rushed out to feel my newly gained Aazadi , i was so happy nd relieved not only coz the exams r over but more importantly coz now i can catch up with the passion of my life *sleepin*.&lt;br /&gt;There were lot of things i wanted to write about but i also have to pretent tht am studyin durin my tests else my parents will throw me out of the house , so finally aftr gettin free am writin now :D&lt;br /&gt;My family recently moved into my brother's house alloted in Army Area.Life s pretty different in here (no cute gurls man :( ) .As i wrote abt my war in last post , the battlefield was my new place.Being an army area there s lot nd lot of greenry here , sadly no1 takes care of it nd thus there is a higher population growth of mosquitoes here then INDIAs population growth , hell its even higher then the speed at which Salman khan gets into new Cases , Its even higher then the speed at which Mithun da used to give his Jhatkas/sec , its even freakinly higher then the number of times Ms Mallika sherawat has wore full clothes (Oops everything is higher in number then that) , i guess u get the picture &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"In here a lot of machars r there nd lot moew new ones r in the process" . &lt;/span&gt;Another reason i find livin in Army place different is that for the first time in my life am finding parties to b damn boring.1 way or the other i always use to get a way of havin fun in ny nd almost every party but parties here r above my league.&lt;br /&gt;There r some good points also like everything is cheaper (Alcohol toooooooooooooo :D , but my bro keeps a check on the no of beer bottles :( ) , there is almost no electricity cut nd there r things r inbuilt gym in premises.So i guess am happy here (till the time i keep on sneekin sm beer bottles unnoticed :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i finally showed my blog id to ppl nd got a comment finallllllllly :D lolz(Thx navita *Tere rishwat ke paise tujh tak zaroor pahuch jaayeinge* ).Also like this orkut thing these days , they way it grows is almost exponential in the start , like the features like scrapbook nd all which were missin in hi5.Google as usual has done a brilliant job (Is google providin blogs also :P ).&lt;br /&gt;Am thinkin of writing 2 books now , yeah i knw ny1 readin this mite be shocked.&lt;br /&gt;My first book will obviously be :=&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Art of makin excuses while ur late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me with an super Experience of last 3 years nd the kind of regularity i have shown , I can do it.I think its an Art nd u need to have some basic qualities by birth else u cant do it.&lt;br /&gt;Some Qualities i can share with u guys :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Lazy-If urnt Lazy , u r not worth makin the excuse nd bein late.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Chance pe dance- the person shd knw when to grab opportunites nd when to strike.A teacher or a a boss shd always be striked when u see some sort of "Daya" or forgiveness in his eyes. If you see he s lookin like Akshay kumar showin tht horny grin on ur face u shd wait till it turn s into *Ritesh deshmukh -I flopped another movie* kinda look ie da confused look and then u shd strike.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; The list is long nd i cant write all here so till i write the book (which will take a lot of time considerin the face Laziness mujhme Koot Koot ke bhari hai) u guys shd wait or if its urgent mail me i ll run special Crash courses also for emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my 2nd book will be :=&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Art of screwin up your Interviews"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although not much experience butI have already given lot of theories abt this to my classmates with actual workin prototype model.Some techniques can be :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Stare the interviewr right in his eyes nd keep starin for a minute or so then all of a sudden Bang ur head on the table nd say "Can i go to the loo plz"&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If u go for step 1 an extension can b addin wierd sounds while ur starin.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;After every 2 mins keep lookin around nd say "They r watchin us!!"&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Show Akshay kumar s *I am a kameena Grin*  on ur face showin all ur 32 teeth.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ask the interviewer abt his/her loved one  s name nd then take out a doll nd a pin nd start practicin VOODO :D&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;After ur asked a question start makin faces like ur thinkin nd do tht for 2-3 mins nd then say"Please repeat the Question" , do this abt 3-4 times.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Wear a T shirt in the interview that says "Fancy a F**K?" (I knw mst of the ppl have a perverted mind like urz but my intentions were for French Connection ie FCUK :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; And i guess the list is endless.I am thinkin of really strt wrkin on these books.Now i guess u must b thinkin "This guy is so wehla" or "Has he lost it"&lt;br /&gt;The only possible reply i can give is that "I m studyin Software Engg nd i just finished my Exams today"&lt;br /&gt;So i guess now u knw my "Life just after the Exams"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/24997287-114496702775748777?l=truebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114496702775748777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24997287&amp;postID=114496702775748777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114496702775748777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24997287/posts/default/114496702775748777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truebyheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/life-just-after-exams.html' title='Life Just After Exams !!'/><author><name>Sirius Black</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i2.tinypic.com/xp92er.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24997287.post-114470832622797014</id><published>2006-04-10T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T15:32:06.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to waste time just b4 ur Exams !!</title><content type='html'>I think i am capable enough to write a thesis on this topic.I m gettin more nd more expereinced in this field day by day or shd i say Exam by exam.&lt;br /&gt;Today just came after an Exam nd thot i ll strt studyin after an hour or so but here s my detail for what really happened.&lt;br /&gt;Thot that i should relax for a while by watchin TV nd b4 u knw i spent 4 hours jst by surfin channels :-s then i decided ok this is enuff i need to study  now.With full determination i sat on my PC and thot of openin the lecture notes but then I thot lets just check my mails for 5 mins , nd dekhte hi dekhte woh 5 min 1 ghante mein badal gaye.&lt;br /&gt;So now after all that hard work i thot i need a break (I m human too u knw,cant wrk like that) So well i started chattin.Aftr sm time i checked my watch nd  :o :o FU*K its been arnd 2 more hours nd Arnd dinner time.Now i decided jo bhi ho ab dinner ke baad nahin chodoonga kitaabon ko :D.&lt;br /&gt;So aftr dnner i just sat on the PC again nd and saw an invitation for ORKUT again.I ve been invited for it  thousand times now so thought lets check it out for 5 mins  nd well....... thts wat i ve been doin for the past 3 hours now :( .&lt;br /&gt;They say that everything has a brighter side , I guess I m wearin Darkglasses.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm yeah thts the problem with me , a serious problem.No i didnt meant my Quotes  ,my problem is of that 5 mins.I just dont care abt time nd when tomm the  syllabus wont get completed i ll be in trouble (Which is just as usual as News abt Saurav Gangualy been dropped outta team again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most wierd  thing i noticed today was that even at around 4 AM in morning ppl r approving me on ORKUT as friends.:P nd i thot it was just me who was wastin time ehhh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i had a deadly DATE :D&lt;br /&gt;B4 ny1 gets their hopes high the date was with Mosquitoes at 1AM when there was power failure.Seriously at these times u realise how important electricity is , u realise how i
