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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-5200009727149924328</id><published>2011-11-13T20:43:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-13T21:15:39.747+05:30</updated><title type='text'>That all Important Bus Ride !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We all have families and am sure we cherish them. But I am not sure how many of you value them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You don't often realize their value until you stay away from them. I have done that for almost 2 years now and trust me it's a difficult thing...So here's presenting something which happens with me every friday when I make my trip from pune to my home in Navi Mumbai :) Hope you like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;She waited, waited and waited endlessly&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;For any particular “thakeli” bus to arrive&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In that rush of the so called “weekend public”, she stood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Waiting to go home, waiting to spend some time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her face, I saw, was just like mine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enthusiastic, vibrant and fresh&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just the thing that a Friday evening does&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It rejuvenates, it excites and it ends that wait.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;That wait for the weekend and those 2 days&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 days with your friends and family&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 days of sleep, 2 days of good food&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh those good ol’ 2 days&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And finally that bus arrives after an endless wait&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pushing and shoving happens, almost like a local train&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The “Mamaa” tells the driver…”Zaaoo Deyaa”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The lucky few get a seat while she doesn’t.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Disappointed, her endless wait stretches a little,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Still her face remains as fresh as a daisy,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Awaiting and almost reminiscing her last weekend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;She has a wry smile, as innocent as a child.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally she manages to get inside the bus&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I too luckily hop along.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes mom, I got the bus, I’ll be home soon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her voice, all happy, excited and vibrant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then, I see her again, her face a little disgruntled&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quite Opposite to what it was 2 days ago&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;That is exactly what a Monday Morning does to you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Makes for a gloomy, sad and a sleepy start.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But one thing I realize in all of this&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s the family, friends and that surrounding &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;That makes one come back week after week&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s not for anything that someone had famously said,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Home is where your heart is &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://randomtalkfest.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shatabdi&lt;/a&gt; for asking me for my blog link…That thing made me write this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-5200009727149924328?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5200009727149924328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=5200009727149924328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/5200009727149924328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/5200009727149924328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/that-all-important-bus-ride.html' title='That all Important Bus Ride !'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-2897317521611411050</id><published>2011-06-24T14:31:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-13T20:43:20.273+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Templates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>The New Template</title><content type='html'>Google keeps coming with some awesome things. The doodle for example.&lt;br /&gt;The doodle paying tribute to Les Paul was one of the most mind blasting things I have seen in the recent past...Work and other matters have kept me away from blogger ..so when I opened my page today, I thought the template design needs a change. So I went to the design change page after a long time and boy !.. Hasn't the whole set up changed. There are such fantastic templates available now...I remember a year or two ago I had to Google search for new templates but now blogger itself gives so you so many decent choices to choose from that you yourself get confused as to which one to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I found this and I think my page looks neat...I know it would look a lot neater if I write something :P...I am sure I'll come up with something soon guys. I promise :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-2897317521611411050?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2897317521611411050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=2897317521611411050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2897317521611411050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2897317521611411050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-template.html' title='The New Template'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-8071803339735804635</id><published>2011-03-26T20:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:11:17.374+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believing in yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being different'/><title type='text'>Never make it Mundane</title><content type='html'>Life, Yeah dats what I am talking about. Sometimes, actually not sometimes, every time, everyday we tend to do the same things again and again, in the process forgetting that we even live a life you know. How much would one try and live according to somebody else? Your own family, Your own over hyped career growth, your own client, your own company. Sometimes you just would want to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like cricket players now-a-days. The more they play, the more they tend to get saturated or worn out. And I am not talking about being over-worked. I am talking about doing the same things again and again, everyday and every time. It's never easy to just break from your routine life. Never was and never will be. It's just that we don't try enough! Writing is another such thing. You just break away from it and then just don't tend to get that push to go on and blabber again :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important that one should redefine himself every time and question thyself and try to learn in each step. Learning new things for a person should never stop. And when you are overworked. that one holiday works, try it , it really does and re-charges your battery every time. I end it with what I started with. Never make your life mundane . Be happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-8071803339735804635?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8071803339735804635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=8071803339735804635&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/8071803339735804635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/8071803339735804635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/never-make-it-mundane.html' title='Never make it Mundane'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-2114442886516353965</id><published>2010-08-14T20:48:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:32:31.292+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working traning college'/><title type='text'>The Transition Phase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/TGaz9kcLRfI/AAAAAAAABkk/vKVJzhD5T_o/s1600/boyMan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/TGaz9kcLRfI/AAAAAAAABkk/vKVJzhD5T_o/s320/boyMan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505285464842257906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:Wingdings;  panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:2;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P.S: Below post is kind of boring and has 0 % humor in it. The Author is not responsible for any boredom which the reader may feel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;:P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;College Life: Attend Lectures. Bunk classes. Study 10 days before Exam. Mug up things and then vomit it in the paper. It was fun. But as far as gaining knowledge went. It was zero. Unless we made an effort to do so which we didn’t, there was nothing to learn. It was sad actually, the fact that we blame professors for the same. Yes, they are responsible but now being trained at something I realize that if we made on our part some effort to learn and understand things, the training part wouldn’t have been necessary &lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Coming to the Training phase. This is where the real transition happens. We change from students to professionals. We “LEARN” things. And I am not talking technical learning. I am talking about learning about life too. We interact. We communicate. Well don’t know about you, but I was short of these things during my college phase. Here as they say the knowledge transfer happens. Slowly and steadily we change into the working class lot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next comes the Working man. Here we apply our training into work. This is where the real joy comes in. You work based on your learning. Work seems fun then. You begin to understand and work. You learn the domain if you want to. How things work? How things function? How things Happen? The Cubicle Gossip over coffee :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You slowly turn into the working class hero. Well I am not one as of now, but probably would turn into in the year ahead. But the first two phases is what I have gone through and hence this post of what you feel turning from a college going MUG-UP Kid into a working class MAN &lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; …Feels Good &lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-2114442886516353965?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2114442886516353965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=2114442886516353965&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2114442886516353965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2114442886516353965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/transition-phase.html' title='The Transition Phase'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/TGaz9kcLRfI/AAAAAAAABkk/vKVJzhD5T_o/s72-c/boyMan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-2298203461072914980</id><published>2010-02-15T20:38:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:53:24.259+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mysore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john denver'/><title type='text'>New Beginning :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/S3ll9N3264I/AAAAAAAABjs/9gWcjXTG28Q/s1600-h/screenshot_walking_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/S3ll9N3264I/AAAAAAAABjs/9gWcjXTG28Q/s320/screenshot_walking_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438490127396957058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to Mysore for my job tomorrow. Feel Nervous, Excited.Blank. A variety of emotions playing in my mind.I don't know what's going to happen in the next 3-4 months.That's the reason may be of me being Blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to leave my city too.And when the city is to be a place called "Mumbai" ..it's doubly hard. I don't think I have to go on about what I feel about the city as you guyzz would know what I would miss. But more than that the thought of me living in a completely new place puts me in a tizzy. How would I manage that? Why can't I have things done of me? *Confesses in a way* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way independence is good. Not in a way...Independence is good.Period. :D...Away from home though is never easy. Though the country would be the same ...the environment would not. But there will be new people, new friends to be had, probably a new me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my bags are packed I'm ready to go&lt;br /&gt;I'm standin' here outside your door&lt;br /&gt;I hate to wake you up to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But the dawn is breakin' it's early morn&lt;br /&gt;The taxi's waitin' he's blowin' his horn&lt;br /&gt;Already I'm so lonesome I could die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane(on an express train :D)&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe, I hate to go :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Denver~~ What a song! and how apt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas I have to go :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya....Chalo All the best bolo sab :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-2298203461072914980?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2298203461072914980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=2298203461072914980&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2298203461072914980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2298203461072914980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-beginning.html' title='New Beginning :)'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/S3ll9N3264I/AAAAAAAABjs/9gWcjXTG28Q/s72-c/screenshot_walking_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-9148595250198376442</id><published>2010-01-30T10:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-30T12:16:49.747+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rapper in me :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had written this for my good friend Stephen  ages ago....I hope you guys like it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay People in the house reading this …Since this is a guest post …and since it has to be fun ….I want you people to read the following as a RAP...So get that Eminem cap on and Burst that damn balloon coz it’s Stibu Mama’s 200’th post celebration …*Woohoo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Solitary Writer , he is one cool guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Now that’s a fact, nobody can deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Here’s a dedication on his 200’th post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; On his boat floating on his own coast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; He writes some super cool stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And has an uber cool blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; He also works really hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And doesn’t shy away from a slog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Thinks he cannot write a poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But comes up with some pointed darts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; He gets onto your nerves sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And sometimes melts your hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; He sometimes talks sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Sometimes acts like a noob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But reading his stuff on his blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Sab ho jaate hain “doob”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; In his glasses, he looks like a geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But don’t get fooled, coz he is not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; He is one clever guy, any women would seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; They would find him rather handsome and hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; He has this friend, won’t tell her name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; They talk to each other every single day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Hope this is not just another silly game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Hope it’s for real and may long it stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Lastly mate, I know this has been one silly rap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But don’t let our friendship have a gap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; For you are a really good buddy, stay as you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; C’mon Mann.. Now let’s meet up in a bar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-9148595250198376442?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9148595250198376442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=9148595250198376442&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/9148595250198376442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/9148595250198376442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/rapper-in-me-d.html' title='Rapper in me :D'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-237632941547491071</id><published>2010-01-19T10:17:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-19T10:34:46.945+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Failure'/><title type='text'>It's the fear...Damn it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/S1U5-spQ48I/AAAAAAAABhA/qQB21gAn1ek/s1600-h/fear-face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/S1U5-spQ48I/AAAAAAAABhA/qQB21gAn1ek/s320/fear-face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428308675163907010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:Wingdings;  panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:2;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;Saw 3 idiots for the 5’th time. And one who has seen the movie would know why. Not because the movie is funny and witty, but because of the message it carries. And the best part is that it does not have one single message to drive home. There are several take-aways that one gets from the movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of which I took, watching it for the 5’th time &lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I so identify with the character of Raju, the one played by Sharman Joshi. No, I don’t have a poor family to look after and neither was I a bright student in school as his character was in the movie. But the fact that he had this “darr” or fear in him is what I identify with. Fear of how he is going to support his family, fear of not getting a good job, fear of not doing well for himself. The fear of “failure”. That fear of failure is also perhaps in me and majority of others who are not able to tackle it head on. It’s all very easy to say I loved rancho’s character and one should be like him. But someone like him is special, the majority are not! As Chatur’s character in one of the scenes says “These ideals don’t work in the real world. They don’t...Yes, but one could work on it especially if some one is like Raju’s character i.e. me…work on my fears and instead of saying “Ye mujhse nahin ho payegaa…because of the fear and say “Yeah, I can do this…I need to work on it but eventually I will get it done. It’s all about staying optimistic about one self.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;What I wouldn’t do though and this is also where I differ from Raju’s character in the movie is that I’ll never take my life. Something like my life is very precious to me and I would like to live it to the fullest. It’s scary to see 3-4 suicides in the city already. People are so negative these days. When will they learn that failure is not the end of the world.Raju does get a job afterall. People are wrong when they blame the movie for every damn thing. Aamir does teach the raggers a lesson. There is such a touching scene in the movie where Madhavan’s character Farhan tells his dad of how Aamir had kept his parents photo in his wallet to remind him that whenever he feels like committing suicide to just look at their photo…he would himself retract from doing so. Why don’t people see that and feel inspired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well as for me I have learnt to stay positive and say “Aal is well” or atleast try to feel it whenever anything goes wrong or does not work. And everyone else should learn to do so &lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P.S : Sorry to not blog for a while...Don't know what was/is wrong. Can't say I am back...Keep Blogging people :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-237632941547491071?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/237632941547491071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=237632941547491071&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/237632941547491071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/237632941547491071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-feardamn-it.html' title='It&apos;s the fear...Damn it!'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/S1U5-spQ48I/AAAAAAAABhA/qQB21gAn1ek/s72-c/fear-face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-8004338246937646445</id><published>2009-11-29T18:51:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:15:33.633+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SxJ6SdfssfI/AAAAAAAABUg/qwEUxYvUVSE/s1600/3276643662_805ae29282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SxJ6SdfssfI/AAAAAAAABUg/qwEUxYvUVSE/s400/3276643662_805ae29282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409520559999201778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The other day I bumped into my old school friend/classmate while going to my classes.He had worn a formal shirt, had sunglasses on, was looking all smart, and why not.. he was working! But that's not the point.He was working and was married. Yes that was not a typo.He was MARRIED! Ohh just to add one more thing to it, he was living separately. Now I am not going to go about making the point of how wrong or right it is to do that, but my point is completely different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When do we know that we have grown up? Or is there anything to know about? I mean the guy is married and earning.If not in a year, but in say 2 years time he will be "settled".And here I am, fighting my way through life, ofcourse on my way to settle..but does one need to "grow up" so quickly? Does one fix up his or her priorities at the age of 22?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;May be I am writing about this coz I find myself kinda insecure now, a little less grown up a little less mature. But I wonder is it me who's less mature or is it him who's taken responsibilities so quickly on his "tender" shoulders(pun intended) :D. Whatever it may be I know that I have to grow up one day and be a man..take up responsibilities...But I guess there's still time for it...My own sweet time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-8004338246937646445?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8004338246937646445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=8004338246937646445&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/8004338246937646445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/8004338246937646445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/11/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SxJ6SdfssfI/AAAAAAAABUg/qwEUxYvUVSE/s72-c/3276643662_805ae29282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-8677312752865584821</id><published>2009-11-03T14:50:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:26:31.823+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sh*t'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.V'/><title type='text'>Perfect Sh*t</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/Su_6iRslr5I/AAAAAAAABUQ/iXGz3m_CED4/s1600-h/reality-tv1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399809945013432210" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 350px; height: 301px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/Su_6iRslr5I/AAAAAAAABUQ/iXGz3m_CED4/s400/reality-tv1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK I hv to confess that I watch this show in bits and pieces...but seriously ain't reality shows going a bit too far with this...The "Perfect Bride"...not only is the name sexist...but it's just making the term "marraige" derogatory. They have this question and answer session where they ask .."Kya aapko ye bandaa pasand hain?"...and she giggles and says maine unko abhi tak jitna jaana hain..woh mujhe pasand aane lage hain...Yeah right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;I know all these shows are scripted or so it is alleged but they can't go onn showing s*it on television and expect people like us to just gulp whatever they feed to us. It's just like what stimulates is there in front of the idiot box. Washing dirty linen in public is kind of becoming a fashion statement now-a-days...Whatever it takes to be in the lime-light...one is prepared to do. But surely there should be something called as ethics and morals. Why is everybody "becch khaiing" that..why is there no accountability if people are seen "becch khaainng" that? Why can't people tell others that dude whatever you are doing is not good for your image and ultimately you are damaging yourself personally...but alas the stage, the glamour, the money all, over-power these things and one ultimately falls into the trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;This trap of trp's is a very dicey trap...It's ending up destroying,of surely what one stands for. Or should stand for anyway! But I wd rather watch a Rakhi's Swayamvar which again was a lot over the top...I happened to watch the finale only and roflmaoed when rakhi sang that "Jesus Song"...But I wd rather watch that rather than this Perfect whatever thing..Atleast rakhi's show wasn't sexist...and from what I gather..it was watchable too...We are falling into the UK trap people..where according to a study..people are getting obese or simply wasting their time watching reality shows rather than working out...It's time to wake up you junkies..which includes me too btw :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:-&gt;"Becch khaana" means Selling your moral...Eating it away..I hope that's the right translation :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-8677312752865584821?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8677312752865584821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=8677312752865584821&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/8677312752865584821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/8677312752865584821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/11/perfect-sht.html' title='Perfect Sh*t'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/Su_6iRslr5I/AAAAAAAABUQ/iXGz3m_CED4/s72-c/reality-tv1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-7826034397332630210</id><published>2009-10-30T20:52:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:13:19.528+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>Baby, I am addicted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SusFf3zHjgI/AAAAAAAABTY/7II5yR_ye4M/s1600-h/computer-addict.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SusFf3zHjgI/AAAAAAAABTY/7II5yR_ye4M/s400/computer-addict.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398414623446109698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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&lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Opened my diary and hence writing this post after a long time. Don’t know what’s wrong with me? Perhaps the title of the post is! Not perhaps but that is it! I am Addicted. Addicted to a certain kind of life. Sleep, get up, spend useless time in my comp. Eat. Sleep. Spend useless time on my comp. and then eat sleep again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday when I got bored of all that, and it was just for a moment…I picked up the newspaper and read this nice article about addiction. There, it mentioned regarding Lakshmi Mittal, the richie rich guy, who was once traveling in his car to spend time in his golf course which he did every Saturday Morning, but then mid-way he stopped his driver and told him to take him back. Why? Because he thought he was getting addicted! Addicted to playing golf every Saturday! And apparently he hates addiction, addiction of any kind. Even Hard work! Then it also mentioned about Miley Cyrus deleting her Twitter page for the same reason! She explained so beautifully when she said that she thought that people all over the world could maybe take a little vacation from Cyberspace. Her problem with the internet was that it made negativity so available. It allowed people to anonymously hurt others without any consequences. That was not the real world. Not only that, but if we spent more time enjoying what we were doing besides tweeting about it, we would enjoy our lives a whole lot more. She said she had very little free time and the moments that she did have, she should have been spending it with her family and friends and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;love every minute of their company…That was so true. In a way she said about how she was getting addicted to the virtual world and wanted to quit to get a feel of realism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But is getting rid of it so easy? One just has to say I quit! And that is it? Surely one is addicted to one thing as he/she likes doing it. In my case though I would say I have nothing better to do! Can I get rid of it? Yes, if I find something better to do! Writing may be! But it is difficult…like quitting smoking or drinking… A monotonous life gets to you after a while! It really does…Perhaps the best kind of advice I got was from a old school classmate of mine…I didn’t ask him directly about what to do but in a conversation I told him something which only a person who has nothing better to do would remember! I mean it was not a thing which a normal guy would give heed to…and he was like “Wtf dude! Do u secretly spy on us or something? Get a life man! Get a girl! Everyone from school that I know of... is committed except u! A girl will keep you in check and make you meet with reality. I laughed of the idea…but anything will do to get me out of this…Any suggestions people? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-7826034397332630210?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7826034397332630210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=7826034397332630210&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/7826034397332630210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/7826034397332630210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-i-am-addicted.html' title='Baby, I am addicted!'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SusFf3zHjgI/AAAAAAAABTY/7II5yR_ye4M/s72-c/computer-addict.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-6753379517473708524</id><published>2009-10-03T12:58:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-03T13:30:08.757+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sales'/><title type='text'>A Hair Raiser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/Ssb9g8OZHTI/AAAAAAAABSI/MHTU7iPh19I/s1600-h/tug-of-war.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388272746559511858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/Ssb9g8OZHTI/AAAAAAAABSI/MHTU7iPh19I/s400/tug-of-war.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I have to confess first off that I have a problem with my hair. Yes I do. I am not a baldie though…No I am not, neither am I on my way to becoming one but some people and I mean SOME PEOPLE just don’t get it or may be they do but just for their own beneficial reason, choose not to. Okay so what happened? This is what…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking on the streets in my own merry way which means I usually don’t give a damn of the people around me. So if a friend or an acquaintance happens to pass by me, I wouldn’t know unless he/she calls me in a crowd. So as I was walking down the street I hear a woman go “Aapke baal jhadd raha hain naa”? I was like Wtf? where ‘w’ was equal to who? I turned around to find a saleswomen in her mid 30’s(not like the one in the pic... though I wish! :D) standing with different kinds of ayurvedic medicines kept in a dingy. I kinda went huh? ..She was like haan haan jhad rahe hain… Ye medicine aapke baalon ko…blah..blah..blah…She kept on saying stuffs which I kept hearing from my one ear and let go of another. I was least interested. What bothered me more was…was this saleswomen saying it because she was one? Others don’t say it coz they are not trying to sell their stuff? They don’t wanna hurt me? Well it’s not that people haven’t pointed this out to me but geez…it hurts when some stranger tells you out of the blue. It hurts deep down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh for those wondering what I did next. I didn’t wait there for more than 10 seconds before I said to her thank you! Ohh but she was a saleswomen and a good one at that…She said these two words putting more salts on to my wounds as it were… “Khyaal rakhna!” …I went “F U” in my head…the thing kept on playing in my head for the next 20 minutes before I could reach the comfort of my house. Why pick me up out of the crowd. Do ordinary people on the street notice it too? But I ended with a sigh in the end …*Saleswomen* …I think I did the right thing. I shouldn’t let these things bother me. There are million other things to bother about. No point in raising my hair for this as it were! But I concluded with a thought that..Never go through a street where there are sales persons around especially those selling Hairy products :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : The pic is just to show how the saleswomen was "dragging" me as it were, to take her stuff :D ..She was unsuccessful though :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-6753379517473708524?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6753379517473708524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=6753379517473708524&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/6753379517473708524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/6753379517473708524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/10/hair-raiser.html' title='A Hair Raiser'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/Ssb9g8OZHTI/AAAAAAAABSI/MHTU7iPh19I/s72-c/tug-of-war.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-4330729327939436447</id><published>2009-09-05T20:25:00.017+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:47:19.145+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sacrifice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>Moonlit Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SqJ8drd0BoI/AAAAAAAABQI/iOKW0oI8QEo/s1600-h/Moonlight_by_acidxmoose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SqJ8drd0BoI/AAAAAAAABQI/iOKW0oI8QEo/s400/Moonlight_by_acidxmoose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377997754359613058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;She stood there, almost numb, as she saw the dark clouds gather over the moon. But she was looking for something else. Something which she thought, would haunt her for the rest of her life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;He went down on his knees that day as he proposed to her...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you mind spending the rest of your life with me, Anita? The room went silent. She didn’t know how to react. Obviously she was happy, but a part of her heart wasn’t quite sure. The crowd of 5 people inside the room including Rishi awaited with bated breadth.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Yes!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;came her reply and everybody in the room got what they wanted to hear. But was it a wholehearted yes, Rishi Wondered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s the matter Ani?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;“I don’t know Rish, I just don’t know!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;“Have you found someone else in these last 2 years?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;“No that’s not the case Rish, it’s just that 2 years ago you were not a captain in the Indian Army”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I see, you have a problem of me being in the army?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;“No Rish, I am worried about you…they have posted you in the north-west frontier.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;“Your concerns are uncalled for Ani, there is very little infiltration now-a-days”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;“Still …Anything could happen”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;“What do you want me to do Ani, Make sacrifices??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;“Well somebody has to rish…ain’t it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;“I have made enough sacrifices to get into where I am now Ani…I am sorry I can’t leave that.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;She thought long and hard that night and had made her decision. I am sorry rish I can’t marry you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt; He was heart-broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Can I have your number, she asked almost embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;What’s the use Ani…Just incase I die…just look up in the sky and I will be right up there as a shining star, he bid her a goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;And there she was, looking towards the sky that night, but she couldn’t see any star…All she saw were dark clouds covering the moonlit sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-4330729327939436447?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4330729327939436447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=4330729327939436447&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/4330729327939436447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/4330729327939436447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-stood-there-almost-numb-as-she-saw.html' title='Moonlit Sky'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SqJ8drd0BoI/AAAAAAAABQI/iOKW0oI8QEo/s72-c/Moonlight_by_acidxmoose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-2029352849809623932</id><published>2009-09-01T15:04:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:41:12.115+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineering'/><title type='text'>Engineered, But...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/Spzx8TQsDqI/AAAAAAAABP4/ewAtvXLVhwQ/s1600-h/j0386802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376438073438244514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/Spzx8TQsDqI/AAAAAAAABP4/ewAtvXLVhwQ/s400/j0386802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am done with my engineering finally. I managed to get a distinction in my final year. But now, I ask myself this, Was it all worth it? Does Er. Anurag make me all proud? Have I achieved anything except may be graduating from an AICTE Approved University? Well the answer to all of the above is obviously a Big NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, now that I have graduated and am ready to make that transition into an office kind of an environment, I am kinda starting to understand the difference here. Why on earth do companies come and take fresh graduates like us? What is it that separates us from any other guy on the Street? It’s the quality of education one would say! Naa… I think they expect something much more from us. And that “Much more” thingy sadly is not taught inside colleges. The Professor who teaches us inside the classroom just imparts his knowledge and goes away. But frankly is that of any use? Last 10 days of exams…Put in as much of stuff as you can in your squeaky little mouth and once you reach the exam hall and the bell sounds, just vomit or puke it out…Or then dress up properly during Viva time and plant a nice li’l smile in front of a zombie who would either try to grin at you or try to terrorize you blabbering all sorts of things like ”I will fail you” or “You know absolutely nothing, why don’t you go and do a bsc?” Ironically some girls even shed tears coming out of the viva room. Noobs don’t even realize that these things won’t have any effect on their viva marks. They ultimately lie with the internal. So it’s the subject teacher's wrath that they should be scared about and not of any zombie who’s job is to mock and ridicule you… All these are disappointing realities in our education system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly this reality doesn’t quite work in a private office environment. Here one has to have a know-how of various things. One has to practice what one has preached…But sadly no one has done that…All one has done so far is puked…puked out knowledge. The one’s responsible for this i.e. exams…they are gonna continue…I don’t think anybody will scrap that and may be it shouldn’t… But one could do with some kind of accountability. That yes I understand this. I don’t wanna puke if I know this! Eventually the onus is on us. How can we ourselves enhance our own skills and come out trumps! Perhaps the old man’s saying is applicable even today… Self Help is the best help one can do for himself. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-2029352849809623932?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2029352849809623932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=2029352849809623932&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2029352849809623932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2029352849809623932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/09/engineered-but.html' title='Engineered, But...'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/Spzx8TQsDqI/AAAAAAAABP4/ewAtvXLVhwQ/s72-c/j0386802.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-4663290100952902168</id><published>2009-08-11T11:40:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:07:25.127+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hard Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Success'/><title type='text'>Do You Have it in you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SoEMXuXX9wI/AAAAAAAABLw/5SqvyTU-N1A/s1600-h/Success%20Way.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368585832524936962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SoEMXuXX9wI/AAAAAAAABLw/5SqvyTU-N1A/s400/Success%2520Way.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two of my friends who will pass out with me this year (Results are yet to be declared) got jobs in their respective fields, there are other acquaintances of mine who are working too. Work, in this recession time you would ask? Well I ask, Recession…what Recession? If these people can get jobs in this slump period, where is Recession? There is a small differentiator though, a differentiator that makes them different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all want to do various things in life. But how many of us really do it in real life? Wanting is one thing but doing the same in reality is another. Perhaps those two and my other acquaintances do more, than want. One would argue that there is that luck factor too. But I always believe, one makes his or her own luck. As that Celion Dion song goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Love comes to those who believe in it”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well even work comes to those I guess who go for it, not simply want it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One would argue though that there is something called as “Luck” too. Well there is this girl&lt;br /&gt;in my class who tops in every sem, yet is not placed anywhere. Whenever we have a chat, she always cribs of not being lucky enough and I always tell her this that someone will have luck come to them in a jiffy while others get it a lit later in their lives. May be you fall into the latter category. But there is no denying in the fact that you have to do it …to get it... You must have that extra zing in you to survive in this competitive world. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Now I know for a fact that there are lots of tamilians who visit my blog ;)..So I want ask them this… what’s with Tamil Film Makers and over the Top Cinema?&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the Wanted Promo and It so looks like Ghajini ..One Man Army who has a chick that dances all around him ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S : I liked Ghajini though :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-4663290100952902168?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4663290100952902168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=4663290100952902168&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/4663290100952902168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/4663290100952902168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-have-it-in-you.html' title='Do You Have it in you?'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SoEMXuXX9wI/AAAAAAAABLw/5SqvyTU-N1A/s72-c/Success%2520Way.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-1069512329180717473</id><published>2009-07-31T14:33:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-31T15:14:18.776+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':P'/><title type='text'>Tag time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Before going to the tag, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aarthi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;said I've to post the rules. So here we go-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Link the person who tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2. Post the rules on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3. Share the ABCs of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I deleted the last 3 rules…Meri marzi :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A to Z about me…. Main gita par kasam khaa kar kehtaa hu ki jo bhi kahungaa sach kahungaa aur sach ke sivai pata nahi kya kahungaa. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Available/Single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Can't single out one :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Cake or Pie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Do I want something right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;– Pie :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Essential item you use every day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;– My P.C and the tele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Freedom to me is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;– Doing something without any hindrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Giggle / Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;– None..Smile :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Heart / Brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;– Use it when either one of them is required :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Indulgence? or Addiction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;– The Internet :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;January or February?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;– Right now ..I can’t wait for February to arrive :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Kids &amp;amp; their names?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;– Baah …Abhi se :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Life is...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;– Baah ….long :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mom – means everything :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Number of siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;– 1 ..My big bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;One thing I hate to accept?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;– Uncomfortable “Sacchais” about me :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Pictures / Reality – Reality ..Pics are highly deceptive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quote for today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;– Tags should be banned from the world of blogging :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Reason behind my brain working these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;– Eating fish :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Season?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Winters. ..Thanda Thanda …kool kool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tag 3 People?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;No I won’t :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Unknown fact about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am an extremely shy person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Vegetable you don't like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;– Jackfruit ..Yes it's a vegetable :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Worst habit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;– Not to be mentioned in public :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;X-rays you've had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;– Too many ..I was a “sick” kid :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Why ?? *Sigh* :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Zodiac sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;– Taurean and no I am not stubborn :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tag No :2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tagged by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesolitarywriter.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stephen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://peaceencore.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aarthi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; again …..Phew :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Where is your cell phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Kidhar toh padaa hogaa…Apne aap bajegaa re :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Bole toh :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A Sensitive Issue :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Work? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Is something I hardly do :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Your sister?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Cousin ..is in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; ..Will not be there during rakhi :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Your favorite thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;P.C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Your dream last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I sleep peacefully :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Your favorite drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Paani :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Your dream car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Realistically ….The SX-4 …Audi is a dream though :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The room youre in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Has a fan :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Your fears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Not being loved ….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What do you want to be in 10 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Successful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Who did you hang out with this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Don’t remember…Today is Friday :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What are you not good at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You tell me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;One of your wish list items?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Many things :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Where you grew up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mumbai and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;bhubaneswar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Last thing you did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Had Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Khekhekhekhe …*Evil Laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What aren't you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Muhahahahah ….why r u asking that :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Your pet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Don’t have one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Your computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Is a cherished possession ..and is working well now …* Touchwood*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Is kinda on the right track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Your mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Keeps changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Missing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yeah too many people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What are you thinking about right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Why would someone like to know what Am I not wearing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;in a tag….Muhahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Your kitchen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Smells nice every time ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Your summer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Bole toh :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Last time you laughed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I watched Shriman Shrimati after some 13 years today …Mann It’s still hilarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Don’t remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;School?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Love to go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Duh !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anybody intrested in picking it up ...Go onn ..Do it :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-1069512329180717473?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1069512329180717473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=1069512329180717473&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/1069512329180717473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/1069512329180717473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/tag-time.html' title='Tag time'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-2861380090833529604</id><published>2009-07-29T11:14:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:56:16.794+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Army'/><title type='text'>Return of 55 fiction</title><content type='html'>When one is going through what is called as "A Writer's block", one should always go back to what is simple and kind of easy to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's another 55'er for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363762582978918434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/Sm_pppn9eCI/AAAAAAAABLU/2EMjnYknnMM/s400/kk3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sat there engulfed in his own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He closed his eyes and thought about his decision again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His family felt dejected and perhaps rightly so, he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Your university rank would be a sheer waste&lt;/em&gt;”, his mother shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he had taken a final call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was joining the Indian army. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In U.S or in U.K ...Joining the army is a matter of pride ...Sadly that's diminishing in our country ... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: My Group Blog celebrated it's 1'st Birthday 10 days ago and I had written a nice li'l poem for it...Hope you guys like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click :-&gt; &lt;a href="http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-greetings-twl.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-2861380090833529604?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2861380090833529604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=2861380090833529604&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2861380090833529604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2861380090833529604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/return-of-55-fiction.html' title='Return of 55 fiction'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/Sm_pppn9eCI/AAAAAAAABLU/2EMjnYknnMM/s72-c/kk3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-2000682427656329175</id><published>2009-07-21T20:48:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:10:20.195+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Randomized</title><content type='html'>Okay strangely I am not able to think of what to post... So here is something which I wanted to include as a “p.s” on a post that I had written earlier but couldn’t due to some or the other reason. These are random pics clicked by yours truly when he was busy doing nothing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture 1&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360934899071226338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SmXd4yMikeI/AAAAAAAABJ0/VqX1qdbMZC4/s400/23032009236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the train to arrive can be one of the most boring if not the most boring things one could imagine...i.e. when one has arrived 2 hours before the scheduled time of departure :P :P…and at that time, a nap doesn’t help either. So Thivim station in Goa it was when my roving eye fell to this marvel right here. Yeah this is the reality of the Indian stations. And there is no one to fix it too… I am damn sure it’s in a similar state as of now…*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Picture 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360934395380386242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SmXdbdzSScI/AAAAAAAABJs/tvztrFk8hzU/s400/11112008143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...It ain't a comfortable pic I know :D...but I am not sure about your house but the surroundings of my house are full of pigeons. These have entered my house zillions of times. And yes they have done this too. I don’t know what to say here ...”Bechare" plants or "Bechari" pigeon …Next day the egg was not to be found …Guess either a crow or something else might have poached in...Yeah it was sad…but what can one do really? It doesn’t quite happen now but it’s not that it cannot happen again …Any Solutions people ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-2000682427656329175?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2000682427656329175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=2000682427656329175&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2000682427656329175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2000682427656329175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/randomized.html' title='Randomized'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SmXd4yMikeI/AAAAAAAABJ0/VqX1qdbMZC4/s72-c/23032009236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-7982857002894620451</id><published>2009-07-11T11:29:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:46:25.664+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giggles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chats'/><title type='text'>Chitto Chat</title><content type='html'>Hello …How are? Yeah I have been away. It’s been kinda harrowing week. My P.C went to sleep.This after a stupid facebook quiz declared me a "Computer Proffessional". Facebook is spying on us I am telling ya :D...Anyways the Motherboard had to be replaced. 3 days without it working made it unbearable for moi. But it is fixed and working well now. Even I have gone completely vella as far as my writing goes. Bleh! may be is the word to describe me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to this post though .Now chatting is now slowing becoming quite redundant for me as it is kinda the usual stuff…Like the hello how are? thingies …But some 2 weeks ago I probably had the most “giggliest” of chats ever. It went something like this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was invisible in gtalk and then in middle of our convo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: hmm...&lt;br /&gt;abbey o.l aa na re&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: kyon?&lt;br /&gt;what diff does it make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: mr. india ban ke kya mil raha hai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: mann kii shanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: tan ki o/l aane se milegi :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: chee chee ..kya bol rahi hain :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: abbey....&lt;br /&gt;jaa shoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: lol&lt;br /&gt;U said it&lt;br /&gt;binaa kuch sochhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: uska woh matlab nahi tha.. n u kno that :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: lol...don't think I hv laughed so much during a chat as I am doing now :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: laughing at my expense... nalayak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hehehe ..tan ki shanti ...You saying this ..OmG&lt;br /&gt;facebook is right then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: shooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: about your status&lt;br /&gt;pick up line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: wht status?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: arey woh kuch tha naa..lol :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : Yeah whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hehehe&lt;br /&gt;anyways I gtg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: kahan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: since u doing so much soo soo :D&lt;br /&gt;ohh sorry shoo shoo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: bahut maar khayega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: OmG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: u better hope i don come there soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Laughs his ... off&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: jaa jaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ohhk ohhk&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don’t understand what she meant by tan ki shanti though :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-7982857002894620451?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7982857002894620451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=7982857002894620451&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/7982857002894620451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/7982857002894620451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/chitto-chat.html' title='Chitto Chat'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-8815832102082113462</id><published>2009-06-23T20:33:00.017+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:05:51.198+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bored'/><title type='text'>Listening To Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SkDzCTpi7CI/AAAAAAAABI8/L7tfJ-m4GqI/s1600-h/screenshot_walking_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350543578275965986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SkDzCTpi7CI/AAAAAAAABI8/L7tfJ-m4GqI/s400/screenshot_walking_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one has completed his or her engineering he/she invariably gets into the “Berozgaar Association of India” Society whether he/she likes it or not .Placement or No Placement, the time between your final exams and your result is the most “Khujlee waala time” ever :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the time where the scrapping in orkut or chatting in Google Chat goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;S: Hey ssup mann?&lt;br /&gt;Me: nm mann …fooling around. What abt ya?&lt;br /&gt;S: Ya me too rotting at home.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah me too…Hey hang on…Did I say rotting….Well both mean the same anyways *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;S: So what are you planning to do?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Rot some more :D&lt;br /&gt;S: No Seriously yaar...What?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Now like the South park’s Character Eric Cartman I do want to scrap like “Screw you ‘S’…I am going Home! But then I realize I am in my own house ..*Sigh* ...*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I conveniently log out! Now I know. I suck. I should have a clear plan already of what I want to do. But by the time this rain has started it has made me more jobless. Cool Weather. Light Drizzle. Khichdi at home. Nap in the afternoon and Counter-Strike in the evening. Could it get any better? :D Honestly if you look at it...it’s actually holiday time for us. Classes for the would be final year guys hasn’t started as yet. So for them it’s Vacation time and not for us! Screw You! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then People around me go... Beta! Ye kyun nahin kar lete …This has a good future..Do this...Do That! *Sigh* Well in the end though I always listen to my good friends that I have bache kuche. And I got some decent ones :P So I asked one of them and he just put in the most straight and simple way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He said&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen to what your heart says...It is on the left hand side ….Yes…But it gives all the right signals and directions and leads you to the right path.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It may have sounded a little duh! then... But it sounds nice now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Now I had seen a video once on MTV some 7 years back but that song had just vanished away from my mind somehow! Guess what? ... I recollected it today :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The lyrics kinda define my present state. Love it :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~ Everybody's changing from Keane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So little time&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand that I'm&lt;br /&gt;trying to make a move just to stay in the game&lt;br /&gt;I try to stay awake and remember my name&lt;br /&gt;but everybody's changing&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another song which came to my mind today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karo Daayaan Haath Aage&lt;br /&gt;Karo Bayaan Haath Peeche&lt;br /&gt;Daayaan Haath Aage&lt;br /&gt;Karo Ye upar Ni-che&lt;br /&gt;Then do the Boogie-Woogie&lt;br /&gt;Aur saare Ghum Jaaoon&lt;br /&gt;Aayegaa phir Mazaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what joblessness does to you :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-8815832102082113462?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8815832102082113462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=8815832102082113462&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/8815832102082113462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/8815832102082113462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/listening-to-your-heart.html' title='Listening To Your Heart'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SkDzCTpi7CI/AAAAAAAABI8/L7tfJ-m4GqI/s72-c/screenshot_walking_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-3414474594215108383</id><published>2009-06-19T18:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:43:21.787+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Rules'/><title type='text'>The Guys' Rules</title><content type='html'>Now I don't normally post a forwarded mail but this one had me lol'ing...And It's called the Guys Rules and it is something to make the guys feel better ..... once in a while !! So If you are guy reading this you will surely like it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mail went like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always hear the rules from the female side.Now here are the rules from the male side. These are our rules! Please note.. these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Men are NOT mind readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crying is blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a Problem.&lt;br /&gt; See a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you won't dress like the Victoria 's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can either ask us to do something Or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," We will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, Expect an answer you don't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as CRICKET, the shotgun formation, or golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have enough clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have too many shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end it said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank you for reading this.. Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. But did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. All points are marked as point no. (1), becoz all points are equally Important. There is nothing as More Important or less Important. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : This one is forwarded mail....but that doesn't mean I don't agree with it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-3414474594215108383?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3414474594215108383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=3414474594215108383&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/3414474594215108383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/3414474594215108383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/guys-rules.html' title='The Guys&apos; Rules'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-8006589671878385203</id><published>2009-06-17T16:41:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:30:45.506+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><title type='text'>55 Fiction:-&gt; Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SjjQiBeNiqI/AAAAAAAABIY/5cSpPYysuio/s1600-h/break_up__by_lepavage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348253840431745698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SjjQiBeNiqI/AAAAAAAABIY/5cSpPYysuio/s400/break_up__by_lepavage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fell on his arms after having the best sex of her life. It was her first after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;"I hope you remember this night."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;"I will Michael. But I am gonna miss you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;"It is not in my hands honey."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bid her goodbye as they parted ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her marriage was day after tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-8006589671878385203?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8006589671878385203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=8006589671878385203&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/8006589671878385203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/8006589671878385203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/55-fiction-part-4.html' title='55 Fiction:-&gt; Part 4'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SjjQiBeNiqI/AAAAAAAABIY/5cSpPYysuio/s72-c/break_up__by_lepavage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-8746909868006389295</id><published>2009-06-12T11:25:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:39:56.376+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><title type='text'>55:-&gt; I am hooked :D</title><content type='html'>Where have I seen her before, he thought as she passed by him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept staring at her almost amazed by her beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have met her once but where, he kept digging up his memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then saw the girl approach him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"'The beating you got last year wasn't enough, eh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-8746909868006389295?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8746909868006389295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=8746909868006389295&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/8746909868006389295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/8746909868006389295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/55-i-am-hooked-d.html' title='55:-&gt; I am hooked :D'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-8264126386889343757</id><published>2009-06-10T16:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:41:33.540+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><title type='text'>55 Fiction -&gt; Part 2</title><content type='html'>Tension was brewing between the two for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divorce, A mere formality now, she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mamta, I have something to ask and I need an answer”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t think it would come so soon but she was prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he asked her that inevitable question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ye Melody itni chocolaty kyon hain?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idea courtesy: The melody ad of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that it’s made a comeback in the ongoing T-20 World Cup. I think it’s much better than the chloromint ad. Ain’t it? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-8264126386889343757?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8264126386889343757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=8264126386889343757&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/8264126386889343757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/8264126386889343757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/55-fiction-part-2.html' title='55 Fiction -&gt; Part 2'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-7226801434758029827</id><published>2009-06-07T15:09:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:34:05.165+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><title type='text'>55 Fiction :-&gt; A Debut</title><content type='html'>Ok! I have written something here but frankly it ain't fiction. In 55 words one can only mention a sequence of a particular event to be honest and that's what I have done. I found it really difficult to pin down a story in those many words.The restrictions were too much for me to be honest.Still I have tried to come up with something. Hope you guys like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344521997232333570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SiuOcKNLYwI/AAAAAAAABH4/QU-UZMgDhUI/s400/mban1300l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Silence separated the two of them until &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So who was your first crush?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Your sister”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A little startled, she decided to stay mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“So who was your first crush?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Your brother”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“It is not possible. You didn’t even know him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ha! As if you knew my sister."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them just about managed a smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-7226801434758029827?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7226801434758029827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=7226801434758029827&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/7226801434758029827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/7226801434758029827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/55-fiction-debut.html' title='55 Fiction :-&gt; A Debut'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SiuOcKNLYwI/AAAAAAAABH4/QU-UZMgDhUI/s72-c/mban1300l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-1254704693238523859</id><published>2009-06-02T19:48:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:04:08.374+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Text Messages'/><title type='text'>Messaging Dunderheads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SiU02YAFcSI/AAAAAAAABFs/XsTxJAVRZxU/s1600-h/Mobile_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342734641705349410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SiU02YAFcSI/AAAAAAAABFs/XsTxJAVRZxU/s400/Mobile_pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you a got such a text message before in your inbox …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“This is Drishti Ganpati.send this to 10 people &amp;amp; and you will have good luck all your life. You will get what u want. If ignored, then there is going to be 7yrs of problem. This is definitely NOT A JOKE... do give it a try!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got several mails like that but it blows mind off when I get it as a text message…..If it’s not a drishti Ganpati then it’s sai baba or somebody else. It’s not that I am an atheist or anything…but this is surely no way of showing your religious side….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funny thing is that some of them will also add a "P.S" at the end of the message. &lt;em&gt;”Sorry I got sent this message and hence I am sending this to you”&lt;/em&gt; ..Arre? Wtf? When somebody messages this it quite clearly shows that person’s fear…..His fear of those 7 years of problem which he thinks will happen to him/her if he doesn’t send it to those many people. If everything was so easy in life then everybody in this world would have become an Anil Ambani by now. Don't cha Think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May be I am reacting too much here.It could be a ploy to finish one’s phone balance you never know. But it’s damn irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do when I get such a message?&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I conveniently delete it immediately from my inbox. I make my own luck. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I am reading a book called “If God was a banker” by Ravi Subramanian and I found this line from the book very intriguing. I hadn’t heard or read it before. It read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I have stuck my neck out on this and believe me when I say this – I do not like my neck tickled.” :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-1254704693238523859?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1254704693238523859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=1254704693238523859&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/1254704693238523859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/1254704693238523859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/messaging-dunderheads.html' title='Messaging Dunderheads'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SiU02YAFcSI/AAAAAAAABFs/XsTxJAVRZxU/s72-c/Mobile_pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-2568962251487802522</id><published>2009-05-29T16:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:41:46.525+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'>Some Things Never Change</title><content type='html'>After writing the most grueling and exhaustive exam&lt;br /&gt;There I was waiting for that darn bus&lt;br /&gt;Must have been held up in a jam, I thought&lt;br /&gt;It made me all the more tired and numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally there it was, I saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;I could not really believe my luck&lt;br /&gt;As it came with all its seats empty&lt;br /&gt;I would have a seat to park my ass afterall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I looked up in front of my seat&lt;br /&gt;I had to close my eyes in utter disgust&lt;br /&gt;“Oh not again” cursing my luck this time&lt;br /&gt;Had I now committed some kind of a crime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Why not just think something beautiful, I thought&lt;br /&gt;So I closed my eyes and ventured into the valleys&lt;br /&gt;The hills of the aravalies, my imaginations caught&lt;br /&gt;Jeez did I need a vacation or what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams have left me so stressed out&lt;br /&gt;Some hair and weight lost too&lt;br /&gt;May be I do need some rest&lt;br /&gt;Though there are lots of other things to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hills of the aravalies looked all great&lt;br /&gt;And so did the beaches of goa in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;May be I need to put my hair down&lt;br /&gt;And relax a little as of now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I opened my eyes, I hadn’t realized&lt;br /&gt;I eventually had gone to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully my stop hadn’t come, it was reassuring&lt;br /&gt;But one thing hadn’t really changed&lt;br /&gt;The couple in front was still going on cuddling.[&lt;a href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/epa1683l.jpg"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : The link idea is courtsey &lt;a href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/"&gt;Chriz&lt;/a&gt; ofcourse. Sorry man...Not copying you or anything ....But I just love the way you use pictures at the end of every post. I hope the pic justifies the post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-2568962251487802522?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2568962251487802522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=2568962251487802522&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2568962251487802522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2568962251487802522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-things-never-change.html' title='Some Things Never Change'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-4999773249636175720</id><published>2009-05-17T10:37:00.017+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-17T11:23:58.382+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank you'/><title type='text'>Thanxs ppl :)</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to thank all on my b'day.....Thank you ppl for all your wishes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A big thanxs especially to step-man(Super-hero ka baap) lol...Yeah..that's what he calls himself.. for dedicating a poem to me on my birthday in my group Blog.."The Writer's Lounge"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a look at what he had to say &lt;a href="http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2009/05/aila-stepman-is-back-with-bangalso.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also a big Thank you to &lt;a href="http://lifeofthepinkorchid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kajal&lt;/a&gt; who gave me this "award" :P ..Got an "Award" after so many days :D She dedicated me these two "pictures" .."Recognition" whatever you may like to call it ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/Sg-gu_MRmNI/AAAAAAAABAk/9el_FJbX6OQ/s1600-h/guardian+angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336660812554672338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/Sg-gu_MRmNI/AAAAAAAABAk/9el_FJbX6OQ/s400/guardian+angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/Sg-hQwM4HcI/AAAAAAAABAs/gRZoXCjmZE0/s1600-h/the+blogger+dude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336661392646217154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/Sg-hQwM4HcI/AAAAAAAABAs/gRZoXCjmZE0/s400/the+blogger+dude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanxs ..and happy 100'th post.. and for those who haven't visited her ....which might just be a very few number of people I am sure....Plzz do go now....Iss advertisement ke paise baad mein de denaa :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling a bit guilty of giving you guys a Mango bite in my previous post...So here you go :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Forest \m/ \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336662830219061954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/Sg-ikbk86sI/AAAAAAAABA0/56pOQz_jA0Y/s400/16052009262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to :-&gt; One of my all time Favorite Song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Sang to me -&gt; Marc Anthony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a exam on Wednesday to give ...I better Study...\m/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-4999773249636175720?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4999773249636175720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=4999773249636175720&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/4999773249636175720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/4999773249636175720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/05/thanxs-ppl.html' title='Thanxs ppl :)'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/Sg-gu_MRmNI/AAAAAAAABAk/9el_FJbX6OQ/s72-c/guardian+angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-5931500131246617819</id><published>2009-05-15T20:28:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:37:45.039+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Responsibilities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Two....Two .. Twenty Two...Damn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/Sg2EKp0bZgI/AAAAAAAABAc/krNQ2ZO4F6A/s1600-h/187045092v10_350x350_Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336066452063217154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/Sg2EKp0bZgI/AAAAAAAABAc/krNQ2ZO4F6A/s400/187045092v10_350x350_Front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be turning 22 tomorrow. It feels insane really …22? I mean I used to read in the papers headlines like “A 22 year old man held for possession of drugs” or something like a 22 year old man held in a rape case and I used to ask myself ….Jeez 22 …And here I am… Ha! May be I wish I had a few inches more…May be a 5’10 me being 6’ would have given me a reassurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there still is a feeling of a teenager….Perhaps even a child in me. But I know for a fact that it has to go…and go quickly. I will probably be taken even more seriously tomorrow as another year passes by. It’s amazing really how a year just whooshes past us without us blinking an eyelid. The other day I read a news story where it said a 22 year old man was held for harassing his wife…whaat? 22?? And He was married! Well doesn’t quite mean that I would do the same but just shows how old the number is :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe though that age whatever it may be is a number afterall. What you feel like is all in the mind. And that should be your real age. But the fact that this child in me has to turn into a man will be a little hard transition to make. But as the Spiderman movie dialogue goes…With great power comes great responsibilities or the saying which goes like "A man has to do what a man has to do" will probably make my transition easier…that’s what’s gonna change from now on I guess… The responsibilities…that will come on this "Kamzor Kandha"( Weak Shoulder) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as my engineering comes to an end. It’s time for me to turn into a pro …Give up my T’s and get into those proper shirts...Eww :P Take all the responsibilities and face it head on. And probably know the outside world in a much broader way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Anurag …You really have turned into a 22 year old boy …err….MAN! Damn! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gifts Everyone on Blogger a Mango Bite*&lt;br /&gt;Sorry People...Recession you see :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to :-&gt; I like to move it. -&gt; Erick Morillo…From the Madagascar Movie… Love the last line from the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now bad eh? ...I like it" :D :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-5931500131246617819?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5931500131246617819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=5931500131246617819&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/5931500131246617819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/5931500131246617819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/05/twotwo-twenty-twodamn.html' title='Two....Two .. Twenty Two...Damn!'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/Sg2EKp0bZgI/AAAAAAAABAc/krNQ2ZO4F6A/s72-c/187045092v10_350x350_Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-5720241738653450344</id><published>2009-05-06T10:30:00.017+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:06:53.474+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbai life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardwork'/><title type='text'>A Reality Check  (Reloaded)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgJzGorKTfI/AAAAAAAABAU/NpSdKMw4cTo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332951466594946546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgJzGorKTfI/AAAAAAAABAU/NpSdKMw4cTo/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vishal, Arjun and Sunil were three good friends. They studied in the same college and helped each other out in their time of need. Now Arjun lived in the heart of Mumbai whereas both Vishal and Sunil lived in the outskirts of the city. So, one day Arjun asked both of them to come to his house and from there they planned to have a hang-out in places like Bandstand or Marine Drive and have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now Arjun was a farely hardworking, determined and yet a fun loving guy। Both Vishal and Sunil admired the way he used to go about his life and he always came across as a well-to-do guy. Dressed well, traveled in a first class and wasn’t short of money whenever the group decided to pay a visit to the nearby joint. So when both of them got down at Dockyard road they thought they would be visiting a well decked up, farely decent apartment of his. Arjun was waiting there to pick them up from the station. The trio took a Taxi from the station and came near a building which looked around 30 years old, there was darkness around the stairs and as they entered his house, reality hit him on their faces.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332951015135261554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgJysW2yM3I/AAAAAAAABAM/K-PVtVdrrpE/s400/mumbai_suburban_railway_225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arjun and his family (4 of them) stayed in a one room apartment which was so small that from the entrance to the end of his house, one could barely walk say 6 or 7 proper steps। The fridge, his P.C and the television were kept all in one corner of the house leaving just a minute little space between them. They had this one little space where they could have a bath and for the bowl movement, there was one common toilet in each floor of the building. It was actually like a chawl in shape of a building. As they browsed through all the latest games that Arjun had in his P.C, Vishal could not help but shed a little tear sitting in that tiny sofa of his which almost touched the door of his house. The idli and wada guy arrived at his door step and in spite of their refusal he made them eat that. After spending around an hour in his house, they left for bandstand. The trio had a great time hanging out but Vishal’s mind was some where else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his way home several questions ran through Vishal’s mind…”How could he travel in a first class ticket? How could he remain so jovial about life and yet so determined about what he wanted to achieve?” And all this drove him to one simple conclusion ….This was what they all call “The Mumbai Life”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many other Arjun’s in the heart of the city that make Mumbai what it is today. Another thing that popped up in his mind that day was that wasn't it ironic or rather strange that all the people that he used to see hanging out in these huge, glitzy air conditioned malls or in Ccd’s etc. eventually had to return to their one room apartment at the end of the day. Guess that too he thought, was a reality in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day gave Vishal kind of a boost to do well in life, do well for himself. If Arjun could do it in all kinds of adversaries, then why couldn't he? From that day onwards his Outlook towards life changed and changed for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Thanxs &lt;a href="http://watsthereinmymindisthereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;Neha&lt;/a&gt; for all the editing। I guess I have myself edited it some more but thanxs for your help :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.P.S :My Exams start next Friday and my Birthday is next Saturday :) ...Hopefully it would be a nice celebration if the paper goes well :P....Planning the next post on my Birthday ॥Let's see....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish me well People :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-5720241738653450344?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5720241738653450344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=5720241738653450344&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/5720241738653450344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/5720241738653450344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/05/reality-check-reloaded.html' title='A Reality Check  (Reloaded)'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgJzGorKTfI/AAAAAAAABAU/NpSdKMw4cTo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-6220423320510927730</id><published>2009-05-02T13:56:00.016+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:54:22.885+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hindi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'>Exam Stress...Hindi mein :D</title><content type='html'>Trying out something in Hindi …This is my second attempt...I had written one for the Writer’s Lounge… Now I mostly write all crappy kind of poems...So all those super-duper poets out there…। Plzz bear with me :D and bear with my hindi too i.e grammatical errors and all :P . I am terrible with spellings :D …Make it a fun read if you can :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332622998100433058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFIXQLa2KI/AAAAAAAAA-E/RFzhz3MqX0w/s400/untitled234.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;आ गया हैं वोह वक्त&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;जिससे सब को लगता हैं डर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;लेकिन मुझे शायद था इसका इंतज़ार&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;आख़िर कुछ करना हैं मेरे यार &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;बुक्स जो शेल्फ में पड़े हैं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;धुल सारी निकालनी हैं उनसे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;सेलेबस शायद होगा एकदम "वास्ट&lt;span class=""&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;क्या १५ दिन तक हो पायेगा वोह लास्ट &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ऊपर से चढ़ गया हैं &lt;span class=""&gt;मुझे &lt;/span&gt;बुखार&lt;br /&gt;बुखार इस "ई.पी.एल” नामक जूनून का&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;नोट्स रटते मारूं या मुंबई इन्दिंस का स्कोर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;इस अगले एक महीने में हो जाऊंगा मैं बोर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;पर यहीं हैं वोह लम्हा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;जहाँ सब लगाना हैं दूँ पे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;आख़िर कुछ तोह हैं पाना&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;कुछ हैं कर दिखाना&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;बस कुछ दिन और&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;फिर फासले होंगे नए&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;मंजिले होंगी नयी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;सोचा था हो गया हैं सब का अंत &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;पर होगी एक &lt;span class=""&gt;नयी &lt;/span&gt;सिरे से शुरुआत &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who couldn't get it ...And I am sure there would be many :P ...Here's it in english :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aa gayaa hain woh waqt&lt;br /&gt;Jisse sab ko lagta hain darr&lt;br /&gt;Lekin mujhe shayad tha iska intezaar&lt;br /&gt;Aakhir kuch karna hain mere yaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books jo shelf mein pade hain&lt;br /&gt;Dhul saari nikalni hain unse&lt;br /&gt;syllabus zarror hogaa ekdum vast&lt;br /&gt;Kya 15 din tak ho payegaa last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upar se chad gayaa hain mujhe bukhaar&lt;br /&gt;Bukhaar iss “I.P.L” naamak junoon kaa&lt;br /&gt;Notes ratte maaroon ya Mumbai Indians ka score&lt;br /&gt;Iss agle ek mahine mein ho jaaoonga main bore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par yaheen hain woh lamha&lt;br /&gt;Jahaan sab lagana hain duan pe&lt;br /&gt;Aakhir kuch toh hain paana&lt;br /&gt;Kuch hain kar dikhaana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas kuch din aur&lt;br /&gt;Phir faasle honge naye&lt;br /&gt;Manzile hongi nayee&lt;br /&gt;Socha tha ho gaya hain sab ka antt&lt;br /&gt;Par Hogi ek nayee sire se Shuruaat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: This was a poem just to pump myself up for the exams coming up :P&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this works :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: I had to delete my last post “A Reality check” for some reason. So those who couldn’t find the same...My Apologies to them…I may load it again though …And this time hopefully won’t delete the same if uploaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless and Peace :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-6220423320510927730?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6220423320510927730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=6220423320510927730&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/6220423320510927730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/6220423320510927730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/05/exam-stresspar-hindi-mein-d.html' title='Exam Stress...Hindi mein :D'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFIXQLa2KI/AAAAAAAAA-E/RFzhz3MqX0w/s72-c/untitled234.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-8555555392562576990</id><published>2009-04-20T11:22:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:57:15.912+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Final Year Project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'>Yaay! I am an author at last....Almost Anyways :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It’s been a busy past 20 days for me and it ain’t gonna get any better with exams coming up :( But hey I got my book printed :P ...Ok it does have the name of four people on it but hey my name’s on top :P …Doesn’t really mean my contribution’s more but still…I get to see my name on a book for the first time ….and doesn’t it look lovely ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332624308851858434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFJjjG6XAI/AAAAAAAAA-M/h5LD-1RdwAc/s400/14042009250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know it’s just a final year project book but I am kinda very proud in a sense presenting it in front of …well the college only :D ॥I know that getting a real book published will kind of be like a distant dream but this one ain't that bad is it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S : Sorry abt the pic....Was so excited ..Took it ekdum jaldi mein :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Listening to : A Beautiful Day ~ ~ U2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-8555555392562576990?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8555555392562576990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=8555555392562576990&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/8555555392562576990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/8555555392562576990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/04/yaay-i-am-author-at-lastalmost-anyways.html' title='Yaay! I am an author at last....Almost Anyways :D'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFJjjG6XAI/AAAAAAAAA-M/h5LD-1RdwAc/s72-c/14042009250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-6142127186797467323</id><published>2009-04-13T19:16:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:00:13.932+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ladies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Side plzz'/><title type='text'>Dear Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFKeUUAgZI/AAAAAAAAA-U/nOKnGz8mIP0/s1600-h/crowded_street_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332625318492537234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFKeUUAgZI/AAAAAAAAA-U/nOKnGz8mIP0/s400/crowded_street_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SeNDwMZsuaI/AAAAAAAAAYk/L72yk1cL2nM/s1600-h/crowded_street_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok I just may sound a li’l rude with this post but this thing just infuriates me whenever I walk down any street। It seems to happen all the time. The Growing population doesn’t help my case either but sometimes …just sometimes the nature of the opposite sex just fails to amaze me….to put it straight it gets on my nerves. Yes, may be it’s me who’s the culprit here but ladies isn’t the thing which I am going to rant about your own “fault”?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am a fast walker…a really fast walker on the street। And it ain’t my fault...I want to reach the comfort of my house (read: in this Hot N Humid weather) as quickly as possible। The streets as you know are crowded as they are in any part of India and I am sane enough to understand that I won’t be able to walk as fast as I want to because of that। But one can also make space for oneself if he/she wants to and I do have the ability to that. But then …the But(t) comes in :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ehh… woh salwar kameez dekh naa …kitni acchi lag rahi hain naa”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ohh Monty ...Ek franky khayegaa Franky”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know you wd say …I should have the ability to say something like “Excuse me” or “side plzz” and all that crap but you wouldn’t say that when you walk. Would you?? And when I say walk ...”Walk really fast” :P.. I mean it’s unbelievable how slow girls walk ..It really is and that too in a crowded street :P….And the Window shopping doesn’t help either…If it would have been a guy I would just shoved him off but since it’s the opposite sex walking in front of me and walking at a snail’s pace. I just let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies...Next time U see a fast walker like me walking ……Just clear the path and let the trespasser pass by…I hope I was not rude in this post ….or was I :P …Baah I don’t care :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Who let the dogs out ~~ Baha Men&lt;br /&gt;Got a lot of memories attached to this song …Reliving those :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-6142127186797467323?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6142127186797467323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=6142127186797467323&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/6142127186797467323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/6142127186797467323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-ladies.html' title='Dear Ladies'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFKeUUAgZI/AAAAAAAAA-U/nOKnGz8mIP0/s72-c/crowded_street_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-3790279855884112589</id><published>2009-04-02T20:13:00.017+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:03:48.930+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farewell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College life'/><title type='text'>The Final Days</title><content type='html'>Yaaay Yaaay Yaaay....My Assignments and writeups in my whole of engineering life are 95 % complete.That means no more of that Mindless and continous writing,writing and more writing.After 10 odd days my "Great" College will give a farewell which will be almost like saying.."Jaa 4 saal bahut jhel liya tujhe ..Abb Nikal yahaan se" :D .But It would mean the end of a roller coaster journey of mine with so many up's and down's. Our exams dates were announced yesterday and it's on the 15'th of May ....*Sigh* ...But just 4 more papers to go and then after 4 months or so I will be known as Er.Anurag ....I am kinda roflmaoing right now on that thought :D&lt;br /&gt;But guys whatever you say ....College Days are special ...I don't know how many of you have heard of the song "College days" by an artist called Gaurav।I certainly hadn't till about a week ago।It just sums up my whole engg life and I am sure other Mumbai University Engineers who are gonna pass out this year...Just wanted to share that song here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kab Milenge na jaane hum&lt;br /&gt;yaaron phirse sabhi&lt;br /&gt;Laut kar ab naa aayenge&lt;br /&gt;woh masti bhare din kabhi&lt;br /&gt;Ho dil yeh apna kahe ki aye dostonnnnn&lt;br /&gt;I am really gonna miss this place&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna miss my college days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaad hai woh saare lectures&lt;br /&gt;humne jo bunk kiye the&lt;br /&gt;Proxy ka pakda jaana&lt;br /&gt;Lafde kya kam kiye the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332625941601012498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFLClkpSxI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Yb0nUzex1gE/s400/student_group.v3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Milke likhna woh journals&lt;br /&gt;aur submissions last minute pe&lt;br /&gt;exams ki woh tayyari&lt;br /&gt;aur likhna woh teen ghante&lt;br /&gt;Aur Baahar aakar woh kehna&lt;br /&gt;"Saala kya Bekaar paper set kiya tha yaar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Milta 1st class kabhi yahaan&lt;br /&gt;toh lagti thi KT kabhi&lt;br /&gt;Laut kar ab naa aayenge&lt;br /&gt;woh masti bhare din kabhi&lt;br /&gt;Ho dil yeh apna kahe ki aye doston&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yaad aayegenge teachers&lt;br /&gt;humko dil se hamesha&lt;br /&gt;yaad aayegaa ye campus&lt;br /&gt;aur iski apni duniya&lt;br /&gt;Ho yaad aayegaa hamesha ye aashiyaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... I am really gonna miss this place&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna miss my college days. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it's Video click &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/yt-YMEF9m_OCkg/gaurav_college_days/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-3790279855884112589?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3790279855884112589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=3790279855884112589&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/3790279855884112589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/3790279855884112589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/04/final-days.html' title='The Final Days'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFLClkpSxI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Yb0nUzex1gE/s72-c/student_group.v3' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-3178116605741452365</id><published>2009-03-29T11:52:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:40:46.040+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure Sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calangute'/><title type='text'>The "Banana" Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had heard about it. Seen it on MTV roadies (last season or last to last…Don’t Remember) But unless you experience it yourself you won’t really know what is it all about. Yes it was risky but boy was it fun. This Banana Ride is a MUST DO...Yes for non-Swimmers too…in fact especially for them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there I was, thinking that nothing could beat the scooter ride (which was fun) with water splashing all over your face and you feeling like Abhishek Bachchan of Dhoom-1 (The climax scene) driving that thingy. But after that the banana boat was next. My friends who had been to Goa earlier had told me before leaving …”It’s Ok if you don’t do the other 3 rides but make sure you do this one”.Jeeez what would happen?” would I drown?? I had that fear initially but later I realized that was uncalled for and something else would cause a “problem”:P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344835071985796402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SiyrLgjDRTI/AAAAAAAABIA/BucgZpv9sMI/s400/IMG_1104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Life Jacket was on and we were all set.5 people sit on the boat and I was right behind. And so they started to drag the boat off the shore. That itself was a headache for the lifeguards as the Hugh waves (because of the high tide) would drag the boat behind every time they would try the same. (And of course the waves would make us all a “wetty” mess every time :D).Some how the guy in the front managed to pass on the rope to the man who controlled the main boat. Now what happens in this particular ride is a rope is connected between the main boat (which is driven by a motor) and the banana boat and the main boat drags the banana boat right in the middle of the sea and then takes a wicked turn and everybody sitting on it have a decent bath in the middle of the sea :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it happened. As the cliché goes We all fell down :P As I fell I could feel my body going down initially and then coming up. As it came up I saw one of my 5 buddies in front of me. I told him to hold my hand. The great Swimming champ that he was (The rest all 4 knew how to swim or at least knew how to float) he said “Abbe Float karna hain... haath chod”...WTF..Damn it...I don’t know how to do that. I was gasping for air and at one point I thought I would faint. My friends later told me that my head was completely submerged in the water and legs were up floating. Yeah was funny for them …not for me. Now as the “rules” in the ride go one has to get on the banana boat (all 5 of them) so that we can be dropped (literally :D) near the shore. But hey where was I …I was floating :D …At one point I could hear one of my 5 friends calling my name out loud as he thought I would quite literally float away from the boat :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Climax :-&gt; Somehow I managed to reach the boat (or the boat reached me I would never know :D).....Now getting on the boat was yet another task…I did take help of the lifeguard who was there to lift us up..but not before pushing him into the sea at one point :D&lt;br /&gt;WTF are you doing my friends shouted :D ….Ok Second attempt ….Yes I managed this time…It was time now to get back to the shore. But around 20 seconds later the boat again had a swing...a palti …. WTF …Here we go again I thought ….Rather not again :D ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then One of them said....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Abbe Niche pairre rakh ke dekh ……Zameen hain”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Yes...We had reached the Shore….After spending THE 10 MINUTES there. But not before me consuming around 3 litres of water and 2 kg’s of salt :D …But hey this one does give you an adrenaline rush…But I had fun … Do Give it a try...At least once…. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-3178116605741452365?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3178116605741452365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=3178116605741452365&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/3178116605741452365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/3178116605741452365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/banana-experience.html' title='The &quot;Banana&quot; Experience'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SiyrLgjDRTI/AAAAAAAABIA/BucgZpv9sMI/s72-c/IMG_1104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-4368728944775136832</id><published>2009-03-15T12:08:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:25:23.184+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dialogue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interviews'/><title type='text'>Simple yet Unique</title><content type='html'>I was watching a tele-film the other day based on the life of a gangster’s wife who ultimately becomes one herself. There was this dialogue in it between the then “friends” gangster and his wife which kind of struck a chord.&lt;br /&gt;It went like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy (gangster): What’s your name?&lt;br /&gt;She: My name is Rajshri but lovingly people call me Raju.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: That’s so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What’s your name?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: My name is Rahul .But nobody loves me around here and so I get called by that name itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was simple but yet it had such a silent undertone to it and was so well enacted that it kind of struck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on a personal note, I am starting to get famous now: P …Well like many others I got interviewed by the Pakspectator site and I guess my interview turned out to be reasonably good if others are to be believed :P. Have a look &lt;a href="http://www.pakspectator.com/interview-with-blogger-anurag-chatterjee/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also would like to mention that &lt;a href="http://silentnoise24.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pavitra&lt;/a&gt; had bestowed me with these “awards” ages back. She gave me three, one of which was this one :D and yes, I still like awards :D :D … So thank you Pavitra… Appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SbyjzxHqitI/AAAAAAAAAYE/N52Xxo9fgE0/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313301770144484050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SbyjzxHqitI/AAAAAAAAAYE/N52Xxo9fgE0/s400/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaj ye ek line maarne ka bahut mann kar raha hain toh maar hee detaa hoon end mein :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who kehtein hain naa …”Jo hotaa hain acche ke liye hotaa hain”… Sahin kehte hain :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-4368728944775136832?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4368728944775136832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=4368728944775136832&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/4368728944775136832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/4368728944775136832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple-yet-unique.html' title='Simple yet Unique'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SbyjzxHqitI/AAAAAAAAAYE/N52Xxo9fgE0/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-6207517530026590569</id><published>2009-03-10T11:47:00.020+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:38:26.216+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Safe'/><title type='text'>Happy 'Holi'day :)</title><content type='html'>“Holi kab hain? Kab Hain Holi?” The famous Dialogue of Gabbar Singh from Sholay still echoes loud. The actual answer to that is “Tomorrow” …”Kal Hain Sardar” :D In school I remember just a day before holi after the school ended we didn’t have colors with us obviously but we used to greet each other mockingly saying “Arre yaar Happy “Holi”day. (Pronounce it that way :P) Holi used to be so much fun those days but sadly it ain’t anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SbYIFU5PJjI/AAAAAAAAAX8/471yLVWT5o4/s1600-h/img06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311441698131224114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SbYIFU5PJjI/AAAAAAAAAX8/471yLVWT5o4/s400/img06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Excuse? “Its Holi yaar” …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Yes it is but this plastic …Is this Holi?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Arre ‘Uncle’ (Yeah that’s what they call me these days) “Ek hee toh din milta hain, Bas kya” …&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that’s such a lame excuse kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who will clean this up?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Arre ‘Uncle’ woh kachre waala aayegaa naa kal” ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes he will but will this decompose or degrade? Why do they tell us to use paper bags instead of plastic bags these days...Do you have any idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Arre Yaar Sorry bol de …Sorry ‘Uncle’ “…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right that’s what you got you noobs and 5 minutes later they continue to hit each other with those water filled plastic bags….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I did make the whole above thingy up …Well to be frank I would never have the guts to tell them all of that but I am 99.9 % sure that even if I would, the above scenario would turn out to be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holi is a festival of Colors, water and having truck loads of fun. But should it be an excuse for some people to use Tar,Paints and different kind of Chemicals which could potentially damage one’s skin?? Should it be an excuse for some people to use water Balloons which could potentially (if hit in the eye) could lead to permanent blindness? Should it be an excuse for some people to use sewage polluted water which could lead to more diseases and spread “Yuckiness” all around in the name of having “FUN”? Should it be an excuse for some to use plastics which is so damaging for the environment and leads to filthiness and pollution? And I should also say this “Should it be an excuse for some perverts to eve-tease other women?” Having “FUN” has its limits people ……Have a safe and a very Colorful Holi everyone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Fun like this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SbYHgEwMx0I/AAAAAAAAAX0/vizJy1xLHMQ/s1600-h/holi+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311441058143192898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SbYHgEwMx0I/AAAAAAAAAX0/vizJy1xLHMQ/s400/holi+22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SbYHgEwMx0I/AAAAAAAAAX0/vizJy1xLHMQ/s1600-h/holi+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-6207517530026590569?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6207517530026590569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=6207517530026590569&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/6207517530026590569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/6207517530026590569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-holiday.html' title='Happy &apos;Holi&apos;day :)'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SbYIFU5PJjI/AAAAAAAAAX8/471yLVWT5o4/s72-c/img06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-4609829710287128298</id><published>2009-03-07T19:03:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-07T19:06:59.220+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love Does Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SbJ3_sWP2_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/G1L8Xdr_938/s1600-h/Ani"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310438846743174130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SbJ3_sWP2_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/G1L8Xdr_938/s400/Ani" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I see them often&lt;br /&gt;See them Happy and smiling&lt;br /&gt;There’s a twinkle in her eye&lt;br /&gt;Their life doesn’t seem so dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both seem too engrossed&lt;br /&gt;So much into each other&lt;br /&gt;Ohh! So this is love?&lt;br /&gt;Where you don’t see beyond one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hold their hands tightly&lt;br /&gt;And make a lovey-dovey picture&lt;br /&gt;Ohh! So this is what love does to you?&lt;br /&gt;Where everything seems to get new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be they make promises&lt;br /&gt;For a happy and a long-lasting future&lt;br /&gt;Ohh! So love requires us to make those&lt;br /&gt;Where you have to fulfill the one you chose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does love does this to you?&lt;br /&gt;Where everything around doesn’t exist?&lt;br /&gt;Where one can’t really distinguish anything?&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Did anyone once famously say “Love is blind”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am single :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Read these 2 lines while Blog Hopping and loved it..... Those lines were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sham se ankhon mein nami si hain...&lt;br /&gt;aaj phir aapki ek kami si hain..." :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-4609829710287128298?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4609829710287128298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=4609829710287128298&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/4609829710287128298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/4609829710287128298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-does-things.html' title='Love Does Things'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SbJ3_sWP2_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/G1L8Xdr_938/s72-c/Ani' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-1844829376454584146</id><published>2009-02-27T11:00:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:19:14.866+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Was that funny ??</title><content type='html'>I am so jobless these days. "Vella" is the word. I have fever, I am bored, bored to write anything. My previous post sucked, I know :P.. I mean where have those witty posts disappeared you may ask? I ask myself that too..Then &lt;a href="http://may-i-live-happily-ever-after.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kirti&lt;/a&gt; comes up with a contest and I come with something trashy...And people laugh at it :P..Well for those of you who haven't read it ...Kirti had come with some excerpts of a narrative and all we had to do was to complete it and make it a story.Here's what I came up with ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ruko"! she shouted as she ran behind the bus. "Stop!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was of no use, the bus sped off, leaving her huffing and puffing in a cloud of dust. She stopped, sighed and threw her bag on the road. How would she get to work NOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madam! Handbag you want? Sandal?" a little urchin asked with a cheeky grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nahi nahi, paise nahi hain. No money.” came her automatic response. She was used to these beggars and peddlers by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madam Ji, aap se paise maange kya maine? Aap item toh dekho."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took a closer look at the cart in the child's hand. It seemed to contain an assortment of oddities. One golden sandal, a blue handbag with no strap, a shiny purple button, a frayed piece of ribbon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These were her excerpts...we had to complete the story from here on ….. So from here on it’s my version of how the story would move…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a curious look she took the handbag from the cart, it was so similar to the handbag she had just thrown on to the ground, except that her bag had a strap to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ye kitne ka hain”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sirf Yahin chayiye madam”? He still had that cheeky grin on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tum chup chap batao nahin toh …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her phone started ringing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The child troubling you Kavita eh? You are getting late my dear, aren’t you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who’s this?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Do you think I am gonna tell you …Anyways Listen …..Take all the things from him. And give him a hundred bucks. Poor kid. We have already paid him 500. Look at him. Doesn’t he look really happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the ……??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look up to your right, Will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Kavita looked up she saw her good friend standing at the terrace of a nearby building.A gun pointing to his forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Naman”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know what to do? Do As I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kavita finally gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh? Good Question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn’t get a bus, did you? Delhi I tell ya. But hey no problem. Take that rickshaw to your left. The poor guy hasn’t got a customer so far. He will be glad to take you to Lodhi Gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she reached Lodhi gate, now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello Hello”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man had disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang again. This time it was naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kavita don’t do anything what these people say …go straight to your office plzz.pl…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eh? Good try Naman Sorry for the disconnection Sweety. The Building to the left of CCD. Somebody will be glad to see you in B-44.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Kavita rang the bell, nobody responded. The Door was already open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There’s no one here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well what is it near the wall hanging on the left of the television that you see?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A Calendar.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And what’s the month?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What the….. *Shit*”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loud mixture of Laughs chuckles and giggles filled the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kavita wasn’t too amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : A special Thanks to Kirti …If you hadn’t provided the excerpts I wouldn’t have been able to come up with this …I actually didn’t wanna post this here in my blog but as I said I had to come up with something "funny"….It was time…Sowwie :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-1844829376454584146?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1844829376454584146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=1844829376454584146&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/1844829376454584146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/1844829376454584146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/was-that-funny.html' title='Was that funny ??'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-1524979479999544570</id><published>2009-02-23T13:32:00.022+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:06:43.187+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Impression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classmates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matka'/><title type='text'>Deceptive Perceptions</title><content type='html'>“First Impression is the last impression.” Wonder who coined that phrase? But should it really be? What if one wants to change that impression? He/she wants to revolt and say “No! I am not the way you think I am! I am or I rather want to be like this or I have become like that. Would you then believe him/her and change your impression regarding that person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look myself in the mirror (very rarely) and invariably say “Why do I look this way? Why shouldn’t people take me for granted if I look this way?” May be it’s not because the way I look but the things I do that things do not fall in place. It could a combination of both too. And the worse part in all of this is that as the time goes by people start saying “Ye toh aisa hee hain” (He’s like that only)... Ha! Believe it or not I visited my junior coll recently and the prof said the same thing when he saw me after a long time the only difference being he said it in marathi. “Haa Assachs hain”. May be one could argue that he meant that I looked the same since he saw me last. But hey he had a perception about me and guess that stays on forever.. Is it too late to change thyself? To change people’s perception? Or Should I join the orkut community “Be Yourself” and give a damn to their perception? I know you would say the latter but it ain’t easy and I will tell you why :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Traditional day in college this Friday and we also had something called as “the matka awards” given away in our class. Well it deals with your fellow classmates nominating and giving away awards in various categories and one gets a matka i.e. a tea cup kinda thingy and hence the name. And so everybody voted and I did manage to win thanxs to majority of the girls who voted for me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305903231733881906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SaJa4JwYXDI/AAAAAAAAAXE/v-QGOifwP8A/s400/22022009229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Well not that I don't want to be decent but I am sure you get the drift :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-1524979479999544570?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1524979479999544570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=1524979479999544570&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/1524979479999544570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/1524979479999544570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/deceptive-perception.html' title='Deceptive Perceptions'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SaJa4JwYXDI/AAAAAAAAAXE/v-QGOifwP8A/s72-c/22022009229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-1093017420542247554</id><published>2009-02-19T11:25:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:48:31.144+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25'/><title type='text'>Pachiss nakhre :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SZz2GAwBKRI/AAAAAAAAAW0/i7_SXotQA-8/s1600-h/39662611_c50eafa7f9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304385044276652306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SZz2GAwBKRI/AAAAAAAAAW0/i7_SXotQA-8/s400/39662611_c50eafa7f9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok…Tag time once again. I have lost count now of how many people have tagged me for doing this particular tag. But thanks to facebook for reminding me. I have finally had the time :P&lt;br /&gt;Ok this requires me of putting in 25 different things regarding myself. Here’s what I came up with :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Majority of the people find me cute but not handsome. Do you think that it’s the same? I don’t :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. When any one of my old friend meets me now-a-days he/she invariably has one common thing to say “Dude are you all right? How have you gone so thin? And no that ain’t a complement. I mean wafer thin :P. I don’t have an answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I hate eating breakfast. If I had things in my hand I would straight away have lunch after getting up but I again invariably have to. Is that the reason of me going thin? Well, may be :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I munch on lays or any other local brand of chips at least say thrice a week every evening :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I have an extremely bad throat. And I don’t mean now, I mean in general. That’s why I do have an ice cream but only after it melts :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I have never smoked or drank alcohol though have had a few sips here and there :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Ok, after some foodie discussions :P let’s come to academics….. Believe it or not, since nursery or maybe Junior K.G/L.KG I have been accused of having terribly bad handwriting. And it hasn’t stopped till date. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I love reading fictional novels. I normally have a habit of completing one in 2 days time. I hate those who take like a month to complete :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. When it comes to cricket, I hold the bat the wrong way. All of them make fun of me, but I am used to it now and it kinda works :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I am absolutely pathetic in mathematics. I am glad that it’s finally over and done with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I dread going to the U.S of A or abroad for that matter. May be it’s the fear of living alone but I know that invariably one day I have to :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I hate sleeping in the afternoon time but I end up doing the same :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I am lazy! Lazy in everything I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. I believe in the gandhian philosophy of non-violence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. I can watch anything on the television …Just put it on :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. I used to hate football/soccer say 6 years ago but now I am like crazy over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. I am a huge Manchester United fan since 2003.Glory Glory Man-utd :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. When I get a newspaper in my hand I invariably go to the last page i.e. the sports page every time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. I have got 5 or 6 nicknames in college and I don’t think I’ll use it here :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. I have been wearing converse shoes since the last 4 months and I think it rocks :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. I hate those kinds of people who have “I know it all” kinda attitude. Best thing is to stay away from such noobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. I like traveling in buses rather than trains. I know it’s strange but one would be better of hanging from a bus rather than a train! Trust me! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. I cannot adjust to one place at one time. I dread leaving my place, my friends and adjusting to a new place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. I am single and I have no idea when that status is gonna change :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Lastly I believe I have been extremely lucky in the last year or so. And believe u me “extremely lucky” is an understatement! I hope this luck continues to work for me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usaul don't wanna tag anyone...You like it...You do it :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: My result is gonna be out next week or on March 1’st week. So pray for me people :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Accidentally in love by Counting Crows~~~o.s.t Shrek-2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-1093017420542247554?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1093017420542247554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=1093017420542247554&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/1093017420542247554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/1093017420542247554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/pachiss-nakhre-d.html' title='Pachiss nakhre :D'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SZz2GAwBKRI/AAAAAAAAAW0/i7_SXotQA-8/s72-c/39662611_c50eafa7f9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-7771150139803483022</id><published>2009-02-14T14:52:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:35:16.947+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Mera Valentine Funda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SZaUOsirw9I/AAAAAAAAAWo/FxbpphRSFuw/s1600-h/untitled32.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302588591471051730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SZaUOsirw9I/AAAAAAAAAWo/FxbpphRSFuw/s400/untitled32.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dekh ho bhai Aisa hain ...It's like this.....Valentine day is hyped a lot. It actually means the celebration of love.Celebrating with those whom you love.Now it's sad that the whole thing is hyped only with "couples" celebrating.Here's a question? Did you wish your parents Happy Valentine's day today ?? Now if u believe in valentine's and you haven't done that BE ASHAMED LOOSERS. I'll go a step further.....Did u wish your friends today?? Well I did not :P ...but then hey it's not wrong in doing that.We all love them ...don't we ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Conversation with my friend on wednesday I guess it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So what are you doing on Saturday, my friend asked ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I firstly could not tell why was she asking and then it came to mind ohh it would be Valentine's that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Ohh Well I don't know. Would be celebrating it with my friends and family I guess"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She didn't say anything. Was she expecting something :D ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, Happy Valentine's day people..... Love and spread love :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What?? Did I hear you asking me something.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What am I doing today ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha! I am listening to Fergie.......&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;br /&gt;She is asking me : "I wonder if I take you home Would you still be in love Baby??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Yes Fergie Yes....First take me to your home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Baby, You know you would not have to worry about a thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause you know you would have got me by a string."&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;br /&gt;Listening to : Yup, Don't Phunk with my heart~~The Black Eyed Peas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love the song :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-7771150139803483022?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7771150139803483022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=7771150139803483022&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/7771150139803483022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/7771150139803483022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/mera-valentine-funda.html' title='Mera Valentine Funda'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SZaUOsirw9I/AAAAAAAAAWo/FxbpphRSFuw/s72-c/untitled32.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-6058559681797383687</id><published>2009-02-09T20:47:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:18:02.717+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bags'/><title type='text'>Wordless Conversation</title><content type='html'>It was early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Was a foggy kind of a morning&lt;br /&gt;when our eyes met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are we doing this?” she asked&lt;br /&gt;“May be because we have to!”&lt;br /&gt;“Why do we have to?”&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t have an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why can’t I wear what you are wearing?”&lt;br /&gt;“You will dear, one day definitely :)”&lt;br /&gt;“But why not now, she retorted”&lt;br /&gt;Again, I had no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had her eyes fixed on me now&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SZBLURrR3AI/AAAAAAAAAVw/CTwL2WQ6VBs/s1600-h/ist2_4078604-fis.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your bag seems so light”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes it is! In fact it has nothing :P”&lt;br /&gt;“Why is mine so heavy, it hurts my shoulders” &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SZBOccUdcMI/AAAAAAAAAV4/eyLhk-iY30Q/s1600-h/ist2_4078604-fis.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300823672780225986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SZBPC6EL_cI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6WPMxE1n36c/s400/ist2_4078604-fis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Teacher scolds me everyday, do you get scolded?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, for not sitting lectures"… :P&lt;br /&gt;"But we don’t do that and still get scolded, even get beaten sometimes.... why does that happen?"&lt;br /&gt;My answers were beginning to dry up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I haven’t done my homework, Have you?”&lt;br /&gt;“Heh! We don’t get any homework dear!”&lt;br /&gt;“Why do we do then …that too in heaps?”&lt;br /&gt;I finally took my eyes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few seconds I gazed at her and gave a little smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look at you, why are you smiling now?”&lt;br /&gt;“No, Nothing to do with you girl.”&lt;br /&gt;“Why do you think I am not?”&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I knew her answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her School bus arrived and her mom bid her goodbye. She still had a frown on her face. I was left stranded alone waiting for my bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Inspired by a cute lil’ girl in her school uniform staring at me from a distance early in the morning when we both were waiting for our bus. Instantly this came to mind :D.... She had such an “Ohh I don’t want to go to school mommy” kind of an expression that I almost felt sorry for her :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-6058559681797383687?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6058559681797383687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=6058559681797383687&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/6058559681797383687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/6058559681797383687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/wordless-conversation.html' title='Wordless Conversation'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SZBPC6EL_cI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6WPMxE1n36c/s72-c/ist2_4078604-fis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-3260368140318548483</id><published>2009-02-07T18:33:00.017+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:28:06.705+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SY2MpJIshrI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/rhbhVa1koLY/s1600-h/HB-Mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300046974939858610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SY2MpJIshrI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/rhbhVa1koLY/s400/HB-Mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am extremely poor in writing senti posts :P......But Happy B'day mom ....You are Special and you know that.I hope you enjoyed the cake that I had bought(not the one on the pic, it was a chocolate one :D) and sorry for the lie when I told you that I wanted money for the fests in coll, when actually it was for a gift that I gave you as I wanted to get something for you on your B'day (A showpiece and of course an Archies B'day card :) ) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300046742354357506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SY2Mbmr_bQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/7aTSKLSjL4U/s400/07022009217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I do not want make this a senti waala post anymore :P but I love you mom and you know that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waana Dedicate this line from the song "Mumma" from Dusvidaniya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duniya mein jee ne se zyada uljhan hai maaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu hai "Anurag" ka jaahaan :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Also a very Happy Belated B'day to a cute li' Blogger who turned 14 on thursday.When you visit her blog it feels you hv visited a 41 yr old's page :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy B'day &lt;a href="http://exceptionallyme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aayushi&lt;/a&gt; ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You really are a prodigy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-3260368140318548483?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3260368140318548483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=3260368140318548483&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/3260368140318548483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/3260368140318548483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SY2MpJIshrI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/rhbhVa1koLY/s72-c/HB-Mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-4907779114592468890</id><published>2009-02-04T23:02:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:15:12.640+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Yes We Can :)</title><content type='html'>This was my Entry to the THE INSPIRATION POETRY CONTEST which was being held in my group blog i.e &lt;a href="http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2009/01/inspiration-poetry-contest.html"&gt;TheWriter'sLounge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what I had come up with ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298998477969307666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SYnTCliyOBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/yvK1VX0kxk0/s400/nm_young_barack_070426_ms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was down that day&lt;br /&gt;But not out, not yet&lt;br /&gt;Many had a lot to say&lt;br /&gt;But I got back, you bet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all because of somebody though&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom I saw campaigning&lt;br /&gt;Addressing to the thousands gathered&lt;br /&gt;Firmly said he,” Yes We can!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assurance in his voice&lt;br /&gt;Rang like a gong in my ear&lt;br /&gt;People could now make a good choice&lt;br /&gt;My path suddenly felt so near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a strong Belief&lt;br /&gt;That he could bring about change&lt;br /&gt;People had a strong belief too&lt;br /&gt;In his ability, persona and range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is now the president&lt;br /&gt;Must have dreamt that as a child&lt;br /&gt;It had become a reality now&lt;br /&gt;People around the world smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he can, then why can’t we?&lt;br /&gt;Self Confidence is all that we need&lt;br /&gt;We must do something before we die&lt;br /&gt;So let’s start sowing that seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to : Kk's "Aashayein" From the movie Iqbal :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-4907779114592468890?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4907779114592468890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=4907779114592468890&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/4907779114592468890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/4907779114592468890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/yes-we-can.html' title='Yes We Can :)'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SYnTCliyOBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/yvK1VX0kxk0/s72-c/nm_young_barack_070426_ms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-5488079692988862456</id><published>2009-01-26T10:38:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:02:01.787+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Answers'/><title type='text'>Getting "Taggy" with it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SX1HbwtyCNI/AAAAAAAAARo/AND_4BJ4JyU/s1600-h/Tag_by_ying6770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295467279116536018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SX1HbwtyCNI/AAAAAAAAARo/AND_4BJ4JyU/s400/Tag_by_ying6770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tag time once again .It’s &lt;a href="http://thesolitarywriter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephen&lt;/a&gt; who tagged me this time.&lt;br /&gt;It’s been long since I have done one. So let’s get started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. What are you listening to now?&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;-Akon’s “don’t Matter” from his Album Konvict …. I really think its better than Smack That. Don’t you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. What is your occupation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am a Computer Engineering student. Final Year. Final Sem. Yaay !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Marie Biscuit with my morning tea :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.Last person you spoke to on phone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Yash, My friend and Project Partner. He asked me how much had I completed my part of the project. I told him half of the part but in reality I haven’t even started :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. How old are you today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-21 though I wish I could say 20 :P&lt;br /&gt;Btw who made this tag? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.Last movie watched?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Oh my God! Yes that is a Hindi film featuring Vinay Pathak.Nice feel good Movie. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Favourite day of the year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Umm....My Birthday I guess... Has to be :P&lt;br /&gt;I mean who made this Tag :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.Favourite toy as a child?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- It’s getting interesting now. Well honestly don’t remember&lt;br /&gt;*Calls his mom and asks*&lt;br /&gt;Damn! Even mom doesn’t remember :P&lt;br /&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;9. Favorite season?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Winter…Thanda Thanda …Cool. Cool… which ad was this :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.When was the last time you cried?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I don’t cry that much. So Again I really don’t remember.&lt;br /&gt;Btw wasn’t there a movie called Boys don’t cry! Yeah Right :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who is the friend you have had the longest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Wow. Well Yeah I take Stephen’s Answer here. If it was her sister. It has to be my brother :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.What did you do last night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Saw Star Screen Awards.Sajid Khan was a combination of LOL! And silly at times : P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.What are you most afraid of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Will probably sound Clichéd …..but Failure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Favorite day of the week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Nothing as such but I remember as a kid and even now it would be Friday.&lt;br /&gt;As a kid coz I used to look forward to “all the best”. Err... A show that used to come on dd :P and then the Friday night movie at 9.30.Now of course with cable everything’s changed.&lt;br /&gt;And now as the weekend arrives after Friday :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.How many states have you lived in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Two. Maharashtra and Orissa. It’s Maharashtra again now. :)&lt;br /&gt;But why would you like to know that. I mean who made this tag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. What is your wish for this New Year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Study well, get good marks in exams, get selected in training and go for Job and make many friends. Same as Stephen. Your Answer Mann.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. New year resolutions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Not to do any Tags. And I have never followed any Resolution till date :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anybody wants to do this tag they are always welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: College starts tomorrow. The last three months of my college life. My friend, a senior a year ago told me… out of all the years dude the final year is going to be the only year where you will have the maximum fun. Now I know what he meant. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-5488079692988862456?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5488079692988862456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=5488079692988862456&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/5488079692988862456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/5488079692988862456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-taggy-with-it.html' title='Getting &quot;Taggy&quot; with it!'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SX1HbwtyCNI/AAAAAAAAARo/AND_4BJ4JyU/s72-c/Tag_by_ying6770.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-2119247734409010645</id><published>2009-01-23T19:10:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:29:30.728+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Moving on&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>To Move on ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SXnLBGfjOOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W09IrWz4zLo/s1600-h/Cardboard-Broken-Heart-in-Red-Light-Photographic-Print-C12617609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294486056733980898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SXnLBGfjOOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W09IrWz4zLo/s400/Cardboard-Broken-Heart-in-Red-Light-Photographic-Print-C12617609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember that summer day&lt;br /&gt;Can’t say with fondness or not&lt;br /&gt;With your skin glowing in the sun&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow of your beauty, I was caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I remember that Rainy day&lt;br /&gt;When our love had begun to blossom&lt;br /&gt;When we took all those promises&lt;br /&gt;Who knew it would account for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I remember that winter morning&lt;br /&gt;When you said “Let’s end this, dear”&lt;br /&gt;Swords went through my heart girl&lt;br /&gt;I really couldn’t bear that to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I remember that night of spring&lt;br /&gt;When you called up, don’t know why?&lt;br /&gt;I was already in a cocoon my dear&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t even properly cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It’s summer again my dear&lt;br /&gt;But now you are no where near&lt;br /&gt;the cocoon’s broken, the love is gone&lt;br /&gt;For I have decided to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~ Only If Moving on was that easy for some :P ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to:-&gt; Soniyo from Raaz-2&lt;br /&gt;Beautifully Written and sung song.....&lt;br /&gt;Neeraj Shridhar sings this portion beautifully at the beginning and at the end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Baby, come stand by my side &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come and be my guiding light … &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’ll be what you want me to be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’ll give all my love in whole of my life Baby…. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come and be my guiding light"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tu dede mera saath, thaam le haath mein haath&lt;br /&gt;Chahe jo bhi ho baat,  tu bas de de mera saath" :) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrasting song ain't it..To the poem I have Written :D... But I like the song and the poem DOES NOT reflect my mental state :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-2119247734409010645?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2119247734409010645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=2119247734409010645&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2119247734409010645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2119247734409010645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-move-on.html' title='To Move on ...'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SXnLBGfjOOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/W09IrWz4zLo/s72-c/Cardboard-Broken-Heart-in-Red-Light-Photographic-Print-C12617609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-192215551686914313</id><published>2009-01-19T22:27:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:05:56.747+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suspense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='betrayal'/><title type='text'>Betrayal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SXS08y3bW5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dcFsERMYTdM/s1600-h/Friends_Three_by_hbrodsly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293054418606578578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SXS08y3bW5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dcFsERMYTdM/s400/Friends_Three_by_hbrodsly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arun, Sudha and Santosh were the best of friends. They always took each other’s advice or suggestions before they took any Important decision in their lives. The whole class envied the trio who always came in the top 3 out of which Sudha always tookthe top honor of the class. In the days gone by however she had developed a liking for arun and so had he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the H.O.D of the department called santosh who was the Class Representative (C.R) and informed him that their class was selected for an industrial Visit to Goa. Santosh broke the news and the whole class erupted with joy as they had waited forthis for a whole year. And so there they were, the whole class, enjoying the waves and sand of the Baga beach when suddenly the Professor asked “Hey Anybody seen santosh”?? ….No Sir. He was with us but don’t know where he is now.Santosh had gone missing the whole night. He did not even return the next morning. Everybody was worried.The Industrial Visit abruptly came to an end because of this. The College Authorities registered a case with the Goa Police. Arun and Sudha were too shocked to even react as he was the best buddy that they could possibly have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when Sudha was writing her assignment, she got a call…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi! Sudha You had some real kicka** fun at baga beach, didn’t you? “Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who’s this”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have an extremely titillating clip of you and your guy having some real fun at the beach and I am watching it right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Hmmm…. “Yum” ….hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who’s this…? Who the..?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to leave a cash of 20 lakhs rupees near the College Gate. If you don’t give me the money then I would send the Mms to everyone through Bluetooth. I will make sure everybody in your college sees it. And you don’t try to do anything smart either. Do this tomorrow understood? At 10.30 am Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but ……*Phone disconnects*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudha was worried, really worried. Where would she get 20 lakhs of rupees from? She could see only one option. She Called up Arun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the ….. Who the ….. Ok, well….Listen …Do As I say…Ok?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sudha did what the caller asked her to do. She kept a black Bag near the College premise. A man who had his face covered walked in 5 minutes later. Took the Bag and ran. But when he opened it, there was a kilo of wood and cotton in it. What the …..He turned back but Arun jumped in from behind and wrestled the guy to the ground…As he opened his mask …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somebody had betrayed him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank You &lt;a href="http://thesolitarywriter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephen&lt;/a&gt; for the Idea :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-192215551686914313?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/192215551686914313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=192215551686914313&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/192215551686914313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/192215551686914313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/betrayal.html' title='Betrayal'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SXS08y3bW5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dcFsERMYTdM/s72-c/Friends_Three_by_hbrodsly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-6288293899403549737</id><published>2009-01-15T14:18:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:44:45.036+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damn'/><title type='text'>Damn !</title><content type='html'>This one's a short story I wrote for the Ascension" Short Fiction Contest in &lt;a href="http://clarityofnight.blogspot.com/"&gt;Clarity of Night&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I could not participate in the contest sadly as the date of submitting the story expired.But hey I still wrote something :P. The idea of the contest was to see a pic and write a short story having the pic in mind. I came up with this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291440586801831618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SW75La5oXsI/AAAAAAAAAQs/MVPhw8_klzw/s400/Ascension%5B2%5D.Jason+Evans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the escalator when I saw her. I was going down and she was coming up. She looked really Familiar. Our Eyes finally met. She gave a smile. So I did know her after all. But who was she? School, College….Damn! I had a pretty bad memory. She kept on looking at me till I reached the ground floor. Gosh! Whoever she was, she was damn pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was about to turn and go back home, almost cursing my bad memory, I suddenly saw her rush to take the escalator, the one which I had taken seconds ago. She definitely knows me I thought. A few paces and she would be near me and damn I don’t even have a good deo on :P As she came a meter close……. ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody shouted from behind in an extremely girly way…………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hiiiiiiiiii Purva….Such a looong time naaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the …….?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had made a complete fool of myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-6288293899403549737?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6288293899403549737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=6288293899403549737&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/6288293899403549737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/6288293899403549737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/damn.html' title='Damn !'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SW75La5oXsI/AAAAAAAAAQs/MVPhw8_klzw/s72-c/Ascension%5B2%5D.Jason+Evans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-2749063057937408558</id><published>2009-01-09T19:50:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:22:27.380+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khichdi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hansa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>"Khichdi" of a Conversation</title><content type='html'>A Chat with Miss &lt;a href="http://randomtalkfest.blogspot.com/"&gt;Express&lt;/a&gt; the other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: srcyyyyyyyy src!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: that was Khichdi's hansa ben :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: aree, any1 4m khichdi would say that :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: khaana khake jaana huh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: NOOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hello, how are? Khana khake jaana ha :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah Right… :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: I know, as always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: arre tu toh gadhi hain Gadhii :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: :-D, but prafull is the epitome of stupidity and the way he explains every time hansa has a doubt is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah like… main hoon naa :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: tu aisa KYU hai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Aye Anurag! ‘lol’ matlab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: LOL Src…. Tumhara gajre wala gajre bechte wakt kya bolta hai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Wait let me give it a try.....&lt;br /&gt;Gajre le lo, gajre…khushboodaar mogre k gajre le lo, lo lo gajre lo :-D&lt;br /&gt;She: Gajre le lo, le lo, le lo, [laughter] oh lo! Gajre lo! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SWdfxrT6W8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/GFLudYcItKU/s1600-h/family1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289301594414406594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SWdfxrT6W8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/GFLudYcItKU/s400/family1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHA! …Exactly what I thought “Lol” :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Hailot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: That was not Hansa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: How does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Arre srcyyy tu toh gadhi hain Gadhi :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Ab Bas bhi kijeyain Haan, Bapuji!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bapuji? Me? Roflmao :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Aye Anurag! Roflmao Matlab :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hahaha! That’s it I have had enough now. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: But it was funnn :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is kind of a tribute to one of my favorite serials on Indian Tele… Khichdi/Instant Khichdi. Loved it whenever it was on. For those of you who don't know.. it's about this mad Gujrati family where most of them or rather all of them are stupid or do stupid things which invariably leads to funny situations.The kids seem to be the smartest and the concept is hilarious. At the end, its their love for each other that puts the icing on the cake.I have kind of tried to bring in all the dialogues or slangs that were used in it. If u know any other… do share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I had my S.E (Software Engineering) paper today. It went reasonably well. I guess I would like to say what a typical Mumbai University Engineering Student would say or would love to say after coming out of the Examination hall….Those 3 Golden Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pass Ho Jaaoungaa” :D…&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://pink-loves-brown.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mehreen&lt;/a&gt; for your Help :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-2749063057937408558?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2749063057937408558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=2749063057937408558&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2749063057937408558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2749063057937408558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/khichdi-of-conversation.html' title='&quot;Khichdi&quot; of a Conversation'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SWdfxrT6W8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/GFLudYcItKU/s72-c/family1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-6870086033331887821</id><published>2009-01-02T22:50:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:50:19.162+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hard Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Achievement'/><title type='text'>Mantra For the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SV5YE1EjEeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/mKh_DDrrqAM/s1600-h/new22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286759852568416738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SV5YE1EjEeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/mKh_DDrrqAM/s400/new22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Chat with &lt;a href="http://thesolitarywriter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephen&lt;/a&gt; the other end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: se mein kt hain re :( (I’ll Fail in S.e)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stephen【ツ】: oh mera nahi hoga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh u r prepared??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stephen【ツ】: ful to man&lt;br /&gt;guns r loaded&lt;br /&gt;just waiting 4 war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: dat's called confidence mann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is an optimistic guy. It’s not that I am really a pessimist but the confidence in his two lines made me think. Why did I really say that??Why not believe that yes I can. I too can rise above the rest and be successful. Nothing is terrible except fear itself. Why really fear? Fear something which doesn't really exist? As Nadia Comaneci once said "Hard work has made it easy. That is my secret. That is why I win. "That's what my mantra would be for this year. The roots of true achievement lie in the will to become the best that you can become. Pessimism has never won a battle and never will. It’s going to be Me, Me and Me this year.Wish to Work Hard and leave the rest to god this year. Wish me Luck People :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Hopefully by the end of the year I can say ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286759214971898194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SV5Xft1sSVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/O1qzyGL7U_g/s400/untitled54.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theodore I. Rubin: Quotes: Hard Work,Happiness does not come from doing easy work but from the afterglow of satisfaction that comes after the achievement of a difficult task that demanded our best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-6870086033331887821?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6870086033331887821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=6870086033331887821&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/6870086033331887821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/6870086033331887821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/mantra-for-new-year.html' title='Mantra For the Year'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SV5YE1EjEeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/mKh_DDrrqAM/s72-c/new22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-1905088776685521313</id><published>2008-12-25T09:34:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-25T09:49:06.237+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NewYear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Ek Ya Do? ..... Damn !!</title><content type='html'>Ok, It’s the return of the funny posts once again. I really like reading philosophical, Dark and well written type of posts but I love reading the funnier ones. I love writing them too. At the end of the day one should have a smile on their face and think at the same time and that’s what I want my writing to do. See my blog header once again.I have tinkered with it a little.It now reads “Thodi Masti Thodi Philosophy” and that’s how I like it: )&lt;br /&gt;Now read this one: D .A long pending blog this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describing two Situations here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 1:&lt;br /&gt;I and one of my relative take a ric(auto) to go to particular place. And after we reach our destination it all starts….. I’ll pay, no I’ll pay…. I’ll pay...No I’ll pay… I hate these kinds of situations and normally want the other person to pay all the time: P but kya karein …One has to show some level of courtesy. And so in the end I end up paying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kitna hua Uncle? (How much)&lt;br /&gt;Autowaala: 13 rupees.&lt;br /&gt;I give him a 20 rupee ka note. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SVMHolaAGkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YJuNiPyzX8g/s1600-h/05112008141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283575181653056066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SVMHolaAGkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YJuNiPyzX8g/s400/05112008141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives me a 5 rupee coin and another coin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite dark at that time and so I could not make out if it was a 1 rupee or 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uncle, ye ek hain ya do?&lt;br /&gt;Autowaala: 2 Rupaiya hain beta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Door ka Rishtedaar didn’t waana believe him …Dikhao Dikhao….Heh! 1 Rupaiya hain …Chor Kahike…2 Rupaiyeh Chup chap waapas karo!! *Snatches the 2 Rupees from him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why would he really do that? Does this really Happen?&lt;br /&gt;He: Dude, where have you come from? Guantánamo Bay ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Defining Silence*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why do you ask that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Arghhhhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buy some lays some chocolates and some cakes: D &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SVMHPA219QI/AAAAAAAAAPc/nG83kC1af8Q/s1600-h/01112008139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283574742345184514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SVMHPA219QI/AAAAAAAAAPc/nG83kC1af8Q/s400/01112008139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: 44 Rupees&lt;br /&gt;I give him a 50 rupee note and he gives back a 5 and a 2 rupee ka coin, thinking of course that it’s a one rupee coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking a few paces I realize it. Turn back to return the coin but then think of the Situation 1 that I was in. His Mistake, why should I tell him? I turn back again and walk home: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this all happened because of the darn coins. Googling the whole thing up I found out that the most affected people out of this are the physically challenged ones. They are not able to make out which ones what? I Mean what was wrong with the hexagonal 2 Rupee Coin eh? At least one could make it out ….. But the new coins look so similar. In fact the back of the coin is Ditto. No Change. Well Honestly I don’t have any Problem. But the Disables do. Something has to be done...Don’t Cha Think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not control my laughter when the local “ande waala” returned me this just yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283575455908653570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SVMH4jFoagI/AAAAAAAAAPs/FAmZSaAY7CE/s400/17122008171.jpg" border="0" /&gt; A 50 Paise Coin with no fingers ….Damn!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Watch Ghajini People! Watched the Paid Preview show yesterday and Aamir is superb in that.Action is a bit Bollywoodish but it ain’t really a bad movie as some critics are saying :)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: My last post this for the year 2008.Can’t wait for 2009.It will be the year when I graduate (hopefully: P).Get my First Job (hopefully: P) and get my first Salary (Again Hopefully: D) too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Here’s Wishing everyone a merry Christmas and a very Happy and a prosperous New Year :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-1905088776685521313?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1905088776685521313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=1905088776685521313&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/1905088776685521313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/1905088776685521313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/ek-ya-do-damn.html' title='Ek Ya Do? ..... Damn !!'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SVMHolaAGkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YJuNiPyzX8g/s72-c/05112008141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-8951187810699982659</id><published>2008-12-18T17:03:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:17:06.653+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><title type='text'>Hope  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SUo3OR7zTzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/j5wgV-5D5lQ/s1600-h/weather07071603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281094231517253426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SUo3OR7zTzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/j5wgV-5D5lQ/s400/weather07071603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there she was, clinging on to her big purse on one hand and umbrella on the other, looking beautiful as ever as she headed towards me. I was looking for some company for that last mile and she obliged to join me. Our umbrellas collided all the time as the rain refused to die down. I wanted to start the conversation but I had come to know that her boyfriend had dumped her a few days back and so didn’t want to relive her pain. Instead I wanted to tell her all that was on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell her how wrong it was for me to be so insecure. How I wished now that she would return to me again. I would do all that it takes to keep the relationship going. Now it would be me who would be responsible for all that would go wrong. But I couldn’t, I could not get in any words. Wouldn’t it be so selfish on my part to convince her now? Why should I want her to believe me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we reached our destination. It felt weird speechless the whole way. I actually didn’t mind spending everyday outside her house in the pouring rain, just to tell her how I felt. And then in the end I finally managed to utter “Sneha”.She looked at me, it seemed her eyes wanted me to say something all this while. She Waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I ….I……. well….well………”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;A loud nagging noise from somewhere&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Will you directly have your lunch son?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Mom”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove to my office I saw the black clouds gather. It sure would rain heavily I thought.I somehow managed to reach office some 20 minutes late. Boss gave me an angry look which I had somewhat got used to. As I sat on my office chair, my friend cum colleague Sumeet said something in a very hush-hush manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry… what? Didn’t get you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude I said Aditya dumped Sneha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pinched myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, the one that's on my *new and improved* Playlist!!Some of the lyrics are there in the story too :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-8951187810699982659?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8951187810699982659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=8951187810699982659&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/8951187810699982659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/8951187810699982659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/hope.html' title='Hope  :)'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SUo3OR7zTzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/j5wgV-5D5lQ/s72-c/weather07071603.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-6597413468091469622</id><published>2008-12-12T19:46:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:28:10.369+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A New Template and a new Poem</title><content type='html'>First of all,Thank You &lt;a href="http://thesolitarywriter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephen&lt;/a&gt; for the Header.I look a bit chubby in that but that ain't your Fault :P My previous template was matching with some other people in the blogosphere and so I decided to change it.This looks kinda cool,doesn't it and I hope I am the only one around having this layout :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I had written a poem for the &lt;a href="http://weandwords.blogspot.com/"&gt;TheWriter'sLounge&lt;/a&gt; a few weeks back but I guess not many of them read it.So here it is for those who didn't :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reminising the Past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278910788800901810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SUJ1ZL90crI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LC2hlvSUpWw/s400/bugonarew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the Middle of the Night&lt;br /&gt;My Eyes got a Little Wet&lt;br /&gt;When an old Friend called up&lt;br /&gt;And asked if I remember those days??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Fun had a different meaning&lt;br /&gt;When we laughed at the silliest things&lt;br /&gt;When the Night arrived a bit too early&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember those days??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When going to school was great&lt;br /&gt;Doing homework was a headache&lt;br /&gt;Sharing Tiffin was a daily Routine&lt;br /&gt;Dude, do you remember those days??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you played as a Substitute Fielder&lt;br /&gt;And took that brilliant catch&lt;br /&gt;You made it to the team after that&lt;br /&gt;And then played in every match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You Remember those days&lt;br /&gt;When we played board games together&lt;br /&gt;And fought like bitter foes&lt;br /&gt;When winning seemed to be everything&lt;br /&gt;And when we never used to loose hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now here we are again&lt;br /&gt;In our own life’s phase&lt;br /&gt;Reduced now to saying just one thing&lt;br /&gt;If we still remember our days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live your Life in the Present and have fun ….Reminiscing the past doesn’t really help :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: There are some people who have been blogrolled by moi.I should have done that days back but couldn't for some unexplainable reasons :P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So If you are in there say Yayyy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw here's my official entry in the "Rain Drenched Lounge Contest" for the Writer's Lounge Yes, I do write Stories too :P .It's actually been edited since, so don't get fooled by the initial few comments that you read :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click : -&gt; &lt;a href="http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2008/12/that-feeling-of-guilt.html"&gt;http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2008/12/that-feeling-of-guilt.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-6597413468091469622?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6597413468091469622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=6597413468091469622&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/6597413468091469622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/6597413468091469622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-template-and-new-poem-d.html' title='A New Template and a new Poem'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SUJ1ZL90crI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LC2hlvSUpWw/s72-c/bugonarew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-804791566865595093</id><published>2008-12-04T19:53:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:21:04.237+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbai'/><title type='text'>Aila! Award Mila! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/STfoAB093mI/AAAAAAAAAM8/a_cpqfHW9o8/s1600-h/butterfly_award.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275940575676063330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/STfoAB093mI/AAAAAAAAAM8/a_cpqfHW9o8/s400/butterfly_award.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Bloggers in this beautiful blogger world were kind enough to bestow not one but two awards. This is my First kinda Award in Blogging...&lt;br /&gt;But the fact that there are people around who somewhat appreciate my kinda "work" makes me really feel good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as the rule goes I have to nominate others who I think deserve this Award.&lt;br /&gt;Here’s my list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://anisaround2911.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anindita&lt;/a&gt;: I was and still am fascinated by her Dark Poems and writings that actually made me to blog in the first place. A butterfly for that ain’t bad, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://thesolitarywriter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephen:&lt;/a&gt;For me the best Writer in the blogosphere.No Blogger leaves an impac&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/STfpHj4gewI/AAAAAAAAANE/xbQcj4M2pgE/s1600-h/freespirit+award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275941804588432130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/STfpHj4gewI/AAAAAAAAANE/xbQcj4M2pgE/s400/freespirit+award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t like he does. I know you have been awarded already and I may be a little biased but dude I truly think you are the best :) And Thanxs for the Free Spirited Award too :D &lt;strong&gt;------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://randomtalkfest.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shatabdi:&lt;/a&gt;This Girl is on your face with her writing.Girl,I was actually speechless when you mentioned me in your &lt;a href="http://randomtalkfest.blogspot.com/2008/10/50th.html"&gt;50'th&lt;/a&gt; post but hey I had some kind of a debt to pay and may be this is it …Take the Free-Spirited Blogger award too. :D Two words Girl :You Rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://pink-loves-brown.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mehreen&lt;/a&gt;: Awesome, Awesome Writer…Has probably mentioned my name more than any other blogger in her blog. :D... I can’t believe she still has me in her “Blogs I follow” section but hey I don’t mind. Again I know you have been awarded but hey you deserve it more than I did or probably do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://mithunmukherjee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Scribbler'sInc.&lt;/a&gt;I have been a religious follower of Scribbler’s Inc. since he used to write about his office happenings …. Of course now it’s turned spooky and for the better …So dude this award is probably more apt for you: The coolest blogger around :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok mine is a short list but hey the above people did deserve it …… There were others too and sowwie if I disappointed you but these guyzz are probably nice "blogger friends" than others or may have just ended up making some sort of an Impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : With all that has been going around presently here in Mumbai and other fellow bloggers from my city trying in their own different way to make a valid point.... I just want to share a small little Quote from the Mahatma himself and this has also been mentioned in Black Friday the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“An eye for eye only ends up making the whole world blind.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-804791566865595093?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/804791566865595093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=804791566865595093&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/804791566865595093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/804791566865595093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/aila-award-mila-d.html' title='Aila! Award Mila! :D'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/STfoAB093mI/AAAAAAAAAM8/a_cpqfHW9o8/s72-c/butterfly_award.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-3529243934059074333</id><published>2008-11-04T18:55:00.016+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:18:02.029+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Astrology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prediction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'>Astrology Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SRBODsOK5BI/AAAAAAAAAMk/yXW0hFcJL4o/s1600-h/astro.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264793789713277970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 453px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SRBODsOK5BI/AAAAAAAAAMk/yXW0hFcJL4o/s400/astro.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my Vivas this week. Well it just started with my Project Presentation today.However, the real thing starts from tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am not an astrology follower but I like reading my weekly future. So, according to Bejan Daruwaala I would have an interesting week. Now half of his predictions were regarding finance and love life, both of which I don’t have: P But there was this line in his weekly column which intrigued me. It said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Your Communication with others will be thrilling, disruptive and exhilarating &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;at the same time ".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Talk about giving thrilling, disruptive and exhilarating answers during viva time. Don’t know whether that’s supposed to be good or bad. But Vivas are normally fun.Damn it…I can’t wait. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my exam time-table today and guess what it’s beginning on the 4’th of December and ending on the 14’th of January.Yeah…That’s University of Mumbai for you…&lt;br /&gt;Anyways like other bloggers I too don’t intend to post anything.Got truck loads to study… DAMN!&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;br /&gt;Listening to Working Class Hero -&gt;Green Day&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;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As soon as your born they make you feel small&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By giving you no time instead of it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A working class hero is something to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I had written these Lines ....It makes so much sense ...Doesn't it...Damn! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-3529243934059074333?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3529243934059074333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=3529243934059074333&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/3529243934059074333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/3529243934059074333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/11/astrology-anyone.html' title='Astrology Anyone?'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SRBODsOK5BI/AAAAAAAAAMk/yXW0hFcJL4o/s72-c/astro.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-5712614757578898462</id><published>2008-10-22T20:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:03:38.938+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Tags Galore :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259998142453075874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SP9EcSAhT6I/AAAAAAAAALU/wbRDyB09nQE/s400/toetagged-735794.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I have been tagged again. This Time by Three people &lt;a href="http://randomtalkfest.blogspot.com/"&gt;Express,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.thesolitarywriter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephen&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://pink-loves-brown.blogspot.com/"&gt;Simplyme&lt;/a&gt; They obviously feel I am the most Jobless Blogger Around .So they must have felt let’s tag him instead….O.k. I was kidding there ….See the Blog Title if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more Serious Note though this is my 50’th Post * Bugle Bajao*.The first 35 posts received a total of Ahem… 3 or 4 Comments. But I was Naïve then, I didn’t know how this thing worked.&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the Tag, Now since Three People have tagged me on 2 different tags I intend to do it in one Post. Or-Else I’ll become a Tagger’s Delight which I don’t intend to be: P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Express tagged me first,So it’s her tag that goes first….&lt;br /&gt;I had loads of fun doing this..Here it goes …….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am: a not so regular guy:-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think: virtually all the time:-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know: I got my exams in a month and have a lot to study :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want: my engineering to get over as soon as possible: P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have: got a new P.C now: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish: I could always do the things my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate: Sleeping in the Afternoon which I end up doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss: my childhood :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear: Failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear: the birds chirping early in the morning:-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell: the pokadas of my aunty who lives downstairs: P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave: for some good food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I search: and then end up finding nothing. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder: if I will do this tag again:-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret: not keeping in touch with people I used to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love: gorging on lays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ache: seeing my College Everyday :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not: busy when this tag was made....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not: Ignorant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry: by rubbing my eyes: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe: in hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance: like crazy: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing: when no one's around: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read: newspapers early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't always: argue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fight: and end up loosing :(: P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write: Anything that comes to mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I win: people over * so I would think *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose: my valuables very easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never: say never, coz you never know:-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always: can be seen giggling without any damn reason: P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confuse: with my Math Formulae :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen: to my mum as mum knows best: P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can usually be found: talking to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared: of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need: a damn vacation!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy: when I see others happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine: The world to be a better place to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know,I have taken some of your Answers express…Just Shows how much alike we both think&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag-2&lt;br /&gt;Tag Given to me by both Stephen And Mehreen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Tag made me think a lot …After a lot of debates, nostalgia and hours of “CONFRONTATION” …I came up with this ……&lt;br /&gt;1. Name five of your all time favorite movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260005969353233346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SP9Lj3e708I/AAAAAAAAAME/HpubnCUgO8I/s400/untitled34.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Taare Zameen Par&lt;br /&gt;2. Black Friday&lt;br /&gt;3. Vertical Limit&lt;br /&gt;4. The Matrix Trilogy&lt;br /&gt;5. The Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.. Name one movie which you recommend as a "must see".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taare Zameen Par and The Dark Knight …..One for Aamir and Another for Heath Ledger…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. One and only one movie that you have seen many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm….Don‘t really Remember but probably D.D.L.J as it’s on the T.V most of the Time and also because it’s a damn good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Which movie comes to your mind when I say funniest?&lt;br /&gt;Hera Pheri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260002022799305986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SP9H-JbJ7QI/AAAAAAAAAL0/DSpwzFVsj_c/s400/untitled56.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Which movie made you really emotional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has to be Taare …And Also a 90’s movie called Anjali ….. Hamari Pyaari Anjali.Ahh * Nostalgia*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260000985482658530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SP9HBxHmAuI/AAAAAAAAALk/J_jw23I7-v0/s400/untitled345.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which movie series was as interesting as the first part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has to Be the Matrix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260001839376961362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SP9HzeH3D1I/AAAAAAAAALs/g9ql2x-7YVI/s400/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Which movie didn’t, according to you, live up to your expectations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh there are so many ….. Have to pick one…Phoonk and probably all the recent Ram Gopal Varma Flicks: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Which movie surprised you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260002260424382242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SP9IL-pY1yI/AAAAAAAAAL8/4wVASyX8B3E/s400/untitled98.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johhny Gaddar …..I am sucker for Suspense Flicks and this one had it all ……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tag all those who jumped out of their seats on seeing my answers..Go onn Do it !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-5712614757578898462?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5712614757578898462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=5712614757578898462&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/5712614757578898462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/5712614757578898462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/10/tags-galore.html' title='Tags Galore :)'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SP9EcSAhT6I/AAAAAAAAALU/wbRDyB09nQE/s72-c/toetagged-735794.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-1632463670828542071</id><published>2008-10-13T13:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:20:40.206+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50 bugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helpless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cell numbers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrasing'/><title type='text'>Wtf !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Has it ever happened with you that in a given Situation you have felt completely helpless and made to feel like an idiot? It kind of happens with me all the time, most of the time indirectly, but when people mock and ridicule you in your face, you begin to think. Hang on! Am I losing it or have I completely lost it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the festive season now, Rather it’s almost over. So I call up my friend to give my greetings.Strangely,I don’t know how much balance I have in my cell. So I end up calling 4 people and the end of it see a Rupee left...Wtf!!! Anyways I rush to a nearby “Uncle” to get my refilling done. Now I normally don’t use Scratch Cards, I tell the guy to do it using his phone. Here are some Snippets of our Conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Number Kya hain?&lt;br /&gt;Me:977-------&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Sure?&lt;br /&gt;Me: umm... (It was new bpl gang card) Haan Uncle Wahin honaa Chayiye….&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Huh!! Sure??&lt;br /&gt;Me:Arre Haan Uncle Jaldi Bhar do!!!&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Okk… *does it and waits*&lt;br /&gt;Me:F*… Nahin aaya Uncle Abhi Tak….&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Wahin number hain naa?&lt;br /&gt;Me:Huh!! Check Karo naa Uncle ….And so I call up his Number …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 people around me burst up laughing..…Last ka digit galat hain …Gayaaa… &lt;em&gt;*Muhahaha*…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Wtf!! Wtf!! I had made somebody else’s day …*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Uncle: Usko lagega Festive Offer kuch milaa hain usse &lt;em&gt;*Muhahaha&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Wtf !!!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I go on to ask the most Silliest Question ever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Uncle, Yeh 50 rupees bharnaa padegaa abhi??&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Duh!! * &lt;em&gt;Muhahaha*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will use scratch cards from now on ….Damn!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am sure everybody has his/her number etched in their heads but incase you don’t make sure you do as you never know: P&lt;br /&gt;Listening to a song which goes well with this Post: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ab kya karenge bhaiyye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ab kahan jaayenge bhaiyye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kuchh toh karenge naa &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sayaane hai janaab&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toh kar lije hisaab ...Felt like Anupam kher of khosla ka Ghosla in that Situation :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-1632463670828542071?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1632463670828542071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=1632463670828542071&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/1632463670828542071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/1632463670828542071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/10/wtf.html' title='Wtf !!!'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-3546236396028479474</id><published>2008-10-05T12:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:41:49.735+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Needs'/><title type='text'>Tagged :)</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.thesolitarywriter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the tag dude&lt;br /&gt;This is an interesting tag. I really got some interesting answers&lt;br /&gt;And I have copied it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I type the following in Google..&lt;br /&gt;"Anurag needs"....&lt;br /&gt;And here are the interesting 6 answers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anurag needs to get a grip on himself else this talented guy will lose it like his mentor RGV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I wish I was Anurag Kashyap ...loved his black Friday...but one thing makes sense. I need to get a grip on myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Anurag clearly understands the needs of today's US revenue cycle management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- I hope I did ...Could have bailed out U.S then of it's recent financial crisis :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Anurag needs a friendly file system interface....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- No I don't....I like the word "friendly" though :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Anurag needs to find a better way of monetizing the site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Not the site..But something else ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Anurag needs help in maths and science as soon as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I did that years back.Not anymore...and Thank god it's over :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Anurag needs Prerna in his life as soon as possible to increase trp's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-baaah...that serial had ruined my life: D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna tag anyone ...Whoever wants to do this is cordially invited :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Getting Jiggy with it --&gt;Will Smith&lt;br /&gt;Wonder Why that guy doesn't sing anymore :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-3546236396028479474?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3546236396028479474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=3546236396028479474&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/3546236396028479474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/3546236396028479474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged :)'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-8170808921448443512</id><published>2008-09-27T10:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:39:46.908+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Errors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoardings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Chief "Gest"</title><content type='html'>I often have visited blogs where I used to see people posting different kind of posters or images where a funny one-Liner or a thing would be written which used to be incredibly hilarious and I used to think from where would they have got it from....Was it some kind of a trick or was it really Clicked??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, standing at the Kharghar Bus-stop. It Happened....I saw something...Yes I did...I just had to click this one..Took out my phone and even though the 20 odd eye-balls kept giving me odd glances as to what this guy is upto, I really didn't care. Clicked it!! And even though it didn’t come out as I wanted it to,the damn leaves of a nearby branch came in the way, it wasn't that bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250576360252349618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SN3LYYLnnLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/jFmmJWonBSw/s400/17092008111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chief gest.... I mean, I make spelling mistakes but to eat away an "U"...just like that in a hoarding overlooking a bus-stop..I would have been embarrassed if I were the chief “"guest" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there are some songs, when you hear them you wish you had penned down those lines, even though you know that you couldn’t have possibly been able to :(&lt;br /&gt;Listening to one such song right now....Some lines these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;Lets me know&lt;br /&gt;That you need me&lt;br /&gt;There's a truth in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Saying you'll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;says You'll catch me&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I fall&lt;br /&gt;You say it best&lt;br /&gt;When you say Nothing at all.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-8170808921448443512?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8170808921448443512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=8170808921448443512&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/8170808921448443512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/8170808921448443512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-i-got-one.html' title='Chief &quot;Gest&quot;'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SN3LYYLnnLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/jFmmJWonBSw/s72-c/17092008111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-3849125255525836083</id><published>2008-09-17T21:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:27:28.257+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punjabi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Errr'/><title type='text'>The Confusion of being "Single"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The other day,seeing my fellow Friend having his arm around his girl friend made me go..,”Should I have one”? And then I thought about its consequences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will have to approach the girl -&gt;Easy&lt;br /&gt;2. I will have to propose to her -&gt;not that easy&lt;br /&gt;3. Make her my official girlfriend -&gt;Easy, after proposing her&lt;br /&gt;4. Talk to her everyday at least 30mins to 1Hour err.. may be more -&gt; ummm......Difficult&lt;br /&gt;5. Ask for 100-200 Rupees more as pocket money everyday -&gt; umm.....Impossible: P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now may be it won’t be that bad, but these are just some pointers which tells me ----No,Anurag ,This won’t be a Good Idea This surely would be the First Mistake you would make in your so far “"Mistakeless" Life...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then when you see the girl set her hair properly in the adjacent seat of the bus you’are travelling in or when you go inside any mall and see a snazzy looking couple enjoying a mc’aloo/chicken Tikki inside McDonalds or when you see a couple going at 100km/hr with the girl holding on kaske to her partner riding the bike,you tend to do…Sigh! Surely,a partner would be nice …But again another question pops up…Will this Detach you from your friends…Will Friendship Suffer?? I guess that depends from Individual to Individual but I think it does if not much but if I am not wrong some strings do come out…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh well For me Being Single Rocks simply because of the reason I gave in the first Para i.e. the consequences.....Those last 3 pointers scares me honestly.....But probably Things won't be that bad...Guess should give it a try.... what say??.... *Scratches his head *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Listening to :Blue ....Yes Yes Blue ..Guess That's one of the reasons to write this blog&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You make me wanna call you in the middle of the night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You make me wanna hold you till the morning light.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You make me wanna love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you make me wanna fall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You make me wanna surrender my soul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know this is a feeling that I just cant fight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Youre the first and last thing on my mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You make me wanna love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you make me wanna fall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You make me wanna surrender my soul................... Wonder how this made it to my Music Player :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Punjabi Music is the perhaps the grooviest music in the World ….Danced…err Guess Grooved would be a better word …like anything at my cousin sister’s wedding …Talk about detachment from your Routine Life…..Everybody needs it actually….You too …Go Get it :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-3849125255525836083?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3849125255525836083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=3849125255525836083&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/3849125255525836083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/3849125255525836083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/09/confusion-of-being-single.html' title='The Confusion of being &quot;Single&quot;'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-8414714165019736260</id><published>2008-09-03T14:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:05:09.337+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bengali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taboo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marathi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Changing Times</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was walking across a street when I came across 2-3 kids around 10-12 years old in their School Uniforms having a plate of sandwich in a local fast food joint. So?? That’s supposed to be common ain’t it? Well not exactly, I honestly could not identify with them. The fact that my mum didn’t give me pocket money when I went to school and I wouldn’t have dreamt about venturing “out of my zone” during my time makes me some what go ..Hmm or rather Humph!! School days were all about going to school,”Studing", getting bashed, Sometimes: P and going straight home. But that ain't the case anymore ….is it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering there are bloggers out there who are still in school, Kids having their profiles on Social Networking Sites is now common. Gee’s now I think I would have been twice a better blogger if I had been in School and blogged.I wouldn’t have been struggling to find a new topic for my blog every time: P.A big Question would still haunt me though….Would it be affecting my studies then?? I don’t know, possibly, but considering it hasn’t done to my engineering till now, I don’t think it would have been a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, it ain’t taboo anymore. If you can manage your studies and do “out of the box” things, then why not?? I wish I could have done the same 10 years back though :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S 1: McDonald’s is being now read in Marathi here in Mumbai… Is this the end of Liberalization…… you decide&lt;br /&gt;P.S 2: I read yesterday’s Quote of Minnisha Lamba in Bombay Times where she said Bikes are liberating, feisty, Fun and Feminine…..Agree with the first three but Feminine??……. Bikes????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song Currently Listening to :&lt;br /&gt;I normally cringe listening to Bengali songs but this one’s special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaan’s Majhi re:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amar prothom dekha brishti-r jol-e&lt;br /&gt;bhasiyechhi bhela khelar chhol-e&lt;br /&gt;sei jol gechhe mishe, kon nodi-te&lt;br /&gt;gechhe hariye kon sagar-e&lt;br /&gt;Majhi re, o majhi re,&lt;br /&gt;dekhechho ki tumi tare?&lt;br /&gt;Nouko aamar, chhele belaar, kagoj-er...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bother to translate ..you guyzz..... go Figure :P !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: I am off to Delhi for a week for my cousin’s wedding. Expecting fultoo dhamaal as it’s a Punjabi Wedding :) Tata!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-8414714165019736260?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8414714165019736260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=8414714165019736260&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/8414714165019736260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/8414714165019736260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/09/changing-times.html' title='Changing Times'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-2608041103610118779</id><published>2008-08-23T16:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:05:08.616+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Records'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing'/><title type='text'>Anyone want inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SK_u63d6gXI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Z1wc9mGroYQ/s1600-h/phelps-m-get-080817-392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237667586744418674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="230" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SK_u63d6gXI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Z1wc9mGroYQ/s400/phelps-m-get-080817-392.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SK_vA22b0GI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_ebdaf0sgFI/s1600-h/sushil_kumar_happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237667689658044514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="225" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SK_vA22b0GI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_ebdaf0sgFI/s400/sushil_kumar_happy.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We crib about so many Things in Life and yet do we ever question ourselves about what our contribution to society is? How much have we worked hard in order to get "THAT THING DONE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Completely different Personalities and yet they have achieved what any athlete would dream about:-&gt;An Olympic Medal....Michael Phelps on the left with 8 golds and India's "Wrestling Hero" Sushil Kumar with the Bronze on the Right. Why have I highlighted him and not the guy who got the gold for India...Ohh well the reason is that he looks more contemporary to the look of a modern Indian Sportsperson and incase you didn't know ...he actually won 3 fights in a row within an hour to get the bronze.(Taking nothing away from Abhinav Bindra...He too worked hard) So he represents someone who was down and out literally having lost his First Match...no one really knew him. No Media Attention and BOOM....A bronze.....So you really don't have to look towards your peers for any inspiration ...I have him right here in my blog :P...And let's say incase you become complacent having achieved a lot in life and the word inspiration doesn’t exist ....look towards the person on the left.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Phelps :-&gt; Winner of 6 Gold Medals at the Athens Games but yet didn’t retire...Okk he is just 23 but normally pro Swimmers retire early like the Aussie Ian Thorpe but yet had that desire and hunger to break Spitz's record. And he did and how!! One had to see the 100m's Butterfly Final's to get first hand account of his desire to win. He had to stretch at the last hurdle and was just microsecond away of loosing the Gold but that determination was too strong and god was with him. That just shows how he did not wish to sit with his own laurels. Wanted to give it another go and what a heck of a inspiration he has turned out to be!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see it is never over in life...One just has to look around. Not at the First Grader but to people like these...One who despite all odds proved everything and another whose hunger and desire propelled him past his post of glory...Incredibly Inspiring!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: Seeing the Olympics in Doordarshan is an experience in itself....The most funniest thing is when a sport is being showed and I don't know from where a Voice comes in saying arre woh Vijender ka bout sawaa barah baje hain naa or something like arre iske baad humein basketball dikhana hain naa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lollzzz Good o'l Doordarshan !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-2608041103610118779?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2608041103610118779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=2608041103610118779&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2608041103610118779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2608041103610118779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/08/anyone-want-inspiration.html' title='Anyone want inspiration'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SK_u63d6gXI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Z1wc9mGroYQ/s72-c/phelps-m-get-080817-392.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-7259523778962890531</id><published>2008-08-11T11:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:35:36.259+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegetarian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restraunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken'/><title type='text'>"Chicken'ed" Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer: The following post does not intend to disrespect/disregard/disgrace or ridicule “Chicken Eating people” neither does it have any intentions in turning people into Vegetarians. It just presents a personal point of View :P &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233132011338480786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SJ_R1oaOPJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/MFl4QQDjLiM/s400/chicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eating at a “proper” Restraunt happens very rarely for me, may be once, twice or if lucky thrice in a month. And most of the time, errr all the time actually, it happens to be with my family or relatives. Unless ofcourse, my friends beg me for a “Paaarrty” on every silliest of occasions: P... So the other end when I did venture out on a rainy, windy Saturday Afternoon and it wasn’t a “Paaaarty”, it was one of those rare Restraunt Visits. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gave my own individual order and was rendered jobless when all of a sudden.......&lt;br /&gt;U: How come you don’t Eat Chicken??&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh Well, I don’t like it&lt;br /&gt;U: “Don’t like Chicken!! At your age, you don’t like chicken *almost collapses in his chair* Strange! Oh, C’mon be a man, here have some….&lt;br /&gt;Me: No thank you, but I don’t want to!!&lt;br /&gt;U: Don’t forget, you have to go abroad, there they will serve you all kinds of meat,” what will you do then, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I actually prefer Prawn Uncle.&lt;br /&gt;U: Oh Prawns are for the ladies,” Real Men Eat Chicken”!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And So I don’t know why, how, what but I did do the unthinkable…It only was a “Starter” though, but I was really pissed off…It hadn’t gone well, both, the chicken and his banter…..Lunch started to taste bitter...Is it wrong to be a vegetarian??Ok, I may not be a proper vegetarian, but I really don’t mind turning into one…Why are the Veggie’s Ridiculed all the time? My Non-Vegetarian Friend said the other day.. “Pagal, Main agar teri Jagah hotaa toh tooth padhtaa”….”Lekin,main teri tarah nahin hoon”, I said in gest... It all depends one one’s Taste buds and mine are all for the Veggie’s and I don’t get why anyone should have a problem…Bahhh…This Post makes me hungry.....I better go and have some palatable stuff :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohh Before you go,Check out another post that I wrote for "The Writer's Lounge"..I am enjoying my time with fellow writers there...Great Initiative Stephen and Thanks for the membership :)....Go Read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click:-&gt;&lt;a href="http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-feeling-of-contentment.html"&gt;http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-feeling-of-contentment.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-7259523778962890531?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7259523778962890531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=7259523778962890531&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/7259523778962890531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/7259523778962890531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/08/chickened-out.html' title='&quot;Chicken&apos;ed&quot; Out'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SJ_R1oaOPJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/MFl4QQDjLiM/s72-c/chicken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-7461550777934019331</id><published>2008-08-01T19:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:01:44.072+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living kingsize'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grand-mum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newspaper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blasts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifespan'/><title type='text'>CAUTION !!!!! :-&gt;Death Ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"28 Bombs Found in Surat", the headline screamed. As I often do, I skipped that part and read the sports section instead. But somehow, that particular headline rang over and over again. It even overshadowed things like “Eric Cantona advises Ronaldo to stay at Man utd”.A pretty bizarre occurrence ran in my head. The newspaper had also given the pictures of the people who had died in the Ahmedabad Blasts and I thought to myself, “Did these people know that they are going to die soon??” Suddenly the relevance of words like "Life and “Death” seemed totally Irrelevant and Questionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a conversation I had with my Grand-mum decades back when she had said, Remember Son, All the People living in this world have a definite Lifespan which is encrypted in their Foreheads. So I asked, don't we know then when are we going to Die??Unfortunately Not, and that's why it is said that we must always live our life to its fullest :) Why think about Death, It has already been decided by the Almighty!! That's why LIVE LIFE and don't think anything else. Just out of curiosity grandma...What about those who commit Suicide...Does the almighty decide that too?? To that Grandma said: They are the most coward people in the world who do that as they don't find any solution to a "Problem”. Look son, Almighty doesn't want people to die but he can't stop the cowardly, Can he/she??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who planted the bombs were cowards too, as they were fighting a loosing cause. After the Mumbai Train Blasts 2 years ago, they talked about the "Spirit" that people living in the city showed when they went to work next Morning...BULLSHIT!!!...That was sheer "Majburi" and nothing else. They actually also wanted to LIVE LIFE if you look at it in one way. They also agreed with my grand-mum's "Lifespan Theory"...To be Really Honest, I wasn't Scared after the Mumbai Blasts, But after Banglore/Benglooru and then Ahmedabad I am kind of Starting to.But then I remember my Grand-mum,the conversation and her theory and I say let's LIVE LIFE but let's all be cautious as unfortunately there's nobody to tell us something like CAUTION!!!! :-&gt; Death Ahead.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-7461550777934019331?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7461550777934019331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=7461550777934019331&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/7461550777934019331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/7461550777934019331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/08/caution-death-ahead.html' title='CAUTION !!!!! :-&gt;Death Ahead'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-5573459661339172425</id><published>2008-07-26T19:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:34:55.803+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mindless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiotic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.V'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S.T.B'/><title type='text'>The Wonder Years And Indian Television</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SIstG-DfldI/AAAAAAAAAJs/CyP2AYSAiX0/s1600-h/wonder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227321390253708754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SIstG-DfldI/AAAAAAAAAJs/CyP2AYSAiX0/s400/wonder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching The Wonder Years.It's actually now-a-days become the only thing that I like watching on television.I know it's been on the tele for quite a while now but either I did not have the time to catch up with it or the channel did not show up on the Cable Network.But now that I have the Set top Box,I make sure that I don't miss a single episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Twinkle,smile and loads of expectations on Kevin Arnold's Eyes,the hesitancy,reluctance and confusion on Winnie Cooper's (don't know why she does that),a true and a honest friend in&lt;br /&gt;Paul Pfeiffer... then there is Kevin's Family,his brother who bullies,calling him 'butthead' all the time.Interestingly Kevin's Parents are shown a lot like Indian Parents....Dad comes home and says his work was Lousy and mom is shown someone who does'nt give kevin the space he needs.And ofcourse,there are Kevin's Friends,Classmates and his plently of girlfriends with whom he either had a short but a sweet fling or a big argument resulting in fights and an eventual break-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227321302040802626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SIstB1b5dUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/GR0UPCUKMp0/s400/cast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Best Thing about The Wonder Years is that even though it's Simplistic,it touches a&lt;br /&gt;chord somewhere,The Voice in the background emotes several emotions when it speaks.The Simultaneous occurence of the look on Kevin's eyes and the voice speaking for him is brilliantly done.You sometimes wish that you be in his shoes and sometimes you&lt;br /&gt;don't.The Romance and relationships are not only 'cute' but they have a sense of nostalgia which the director makes sure he has it in each and every Episode.All Characters shown feel so real and so you can't help but identify with them.And the Best Line in the show is when Kevin at the end of every alternate episode says "And that's when it him me ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so sad that not one single show on Indian Television comes close to it.All we see is either those never-ending Saas-Bahu Serials or some mindless "Reality" drama on Television.I mean can somebody tell me where have the Quiz shows or the horror genre gone ?? It's the TRP'S that sadly rule now-a-days and I don't think we will see a Wonder Years or even something like Friends on Indian Television not only because they are timeless classics but also because people working for the Indian Tele don't have the Right kind of mentality to make something like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-5573459661339172425?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5573459661339172425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=5573459661339172425&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/5573459661339172425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/5573459661339172425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/wonder-years-and-indian-television.html' title='The Wonder Years And Indian Television'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SIstG-DfldI/AAAAAAAAAJs/CyP2AYSAiX0/s72-c/wonder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-4902293275581059352</id><published>2008-07-21T22:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:33:05.673+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New'/><title type='text'>Start of a new Season</title><content type='html'>End of Vacations...I am actually 70 % happy and 30 % sad...And it's for the same reason... And for me I am unofficially in my Final Year of my Engineering...Seniors say final Year is the most enjoyable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey by the way I wrote a post yesterday...And I guess that was my best post till date...I don't know why I wrote it for the Writers Lounge instead of my blog.....But I guess my Writing is getting better with every post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge for yourselves....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2008/07/importance-of-english.html"&gt;http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2008/07/importance-of-english.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is this kind of a new Season from my writing point of view as well ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do let me know ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-4902293275581059352?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4902293275581059352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=4902293275581059352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/4902293275581059352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/4902293275581059352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/start-of-new-season.html' title='Start of a new Season'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-3094530577501594881</id><published>2008-07-17T19:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:33:35.502+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flickr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mosaics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Answers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uploading'/><title type='text'>The Second Tag</title><content type='html'>Tagged Again...This Time by &lt;a href="http://www.thesolitarywriter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephen&lt;/a&gt; ...Mosaic Tag...Sounded fun this....Different From other Tags....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules :&lt;br /&gt;1.Type in the answer to each of the questions below into Flicker Search.&lt;br /&gt;2.Using only first the Page of the results,pick only one Image.&lt;br /&gt;3.Copy and past each of the url of the image into Big Huge Lab Mosaic maker to create a mosaic of picture Answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Questions :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What is your First Name?&lt;br /&gt;2.What is your Favourite Food,Right now ?&lt;br /&gt;3.What High School did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;4.What is your Favourite Color?&lt;br /&gt;5.Who is your Celebrity Crush?&lt;br /&gt;6.What is your Favorite Drink?&lt;br /&gt;7.What is your Dream Vacation?&lt;br /&gt;8.What is your Favorite Dessert?&lt;br /&gt;9.What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;10.What do you love most in life?&lt;br /&gt;11.What is the one word that describes you?&lt;br /&gt;12.What is your user name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Here's my MOSAIC !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223987422005449410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SH9U4ee-UsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/U-o79wfLPfI/s400/mosaic6033288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am Sure One would easily be able to guess atleast 4-5 of them ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open to anyone who wants to try it ........Suggest you do...I did'nt know there would be so many decent pics inside flickrs ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-3094530577501594881?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3094530577501594881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=3094530577501594881&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/3094530577501594881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/3094530577501594881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/mosaic-tagssecond-tag.html' title='The Second Tag'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SH9U4ee-UsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/U-o79wfLPfI/s72-c/mosaic6033288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-2076221090903881712</id><published>2008-07-16T16:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:33:54.305+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timepass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elderly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bengali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineering'/><title type='text'>Tryst with an Elderly</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;P.S :I initially thought of describing my trip to chiplun over the weekend ,but that was untill I returned back home yesterday.Thought this thing which you are about to read will make for a more intresting post.Just to say,That Chiplun is a wonderful place.It wasn't chiplun exactly but a 2 hour ride from there,I stayed in my mama's Quarter in RGPPL (Ratanagiri Gas&lt;br /&gt;and Power Pvt Limited also known as Enron or Dhabol)It's hard to imagine that such a place existed just 5 hours away from a cramped city like Mumbai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"JanShatbdi 20 Minute Late hain Sahab",Ganesh our pocket sized driver informed us.We had arrived early at the station and now we had to wait some more ...TING TING TING Yatri kripya Dhyan de....That probably repeated for the 10'th time and pissed me off...Finally the Dadar bound train arrived and as luck would have it I got a window Seat.I bid Mami Goodbye and as the train left the station,a voice from the adjacent seat caught my attention....Ki Bangali ??....Huh!..Naam ki?...Anurag ...Anurag ki ??Bhattacharjee ??...Well not really...Ohh well ...He said,You Can Call me Tamboli...Like in Bengali there is Ganguly..Likewise I am&lt;br /&gt;Tamboli..Hahahahaha...!! Now Since there was no good book or a mobile in my hand (Some kinda Sim Problem :( ,I was'nt that pissed off...This 3 Hour journey would'nt be that boring afterall.The Man in Question would have been in his 50's ..Probably Mid or late 50's...Had a Slightly bad body odour,not that distracting....Kauthay Jaache ??...* Now seriously Non-Bengalis&lt;br /&gt;should'nt try speaking the Language,they make a Complete mess*...Panvel Uncle ...Had to show some courtsey and so counter-Questioned him ...Thane,he said..Actually I am going to Nashik for my son's engineering admission !!..So what did you see in Chiplun ??...Marleshwar,Ganpatiphule..You did'nt go to Guhagar Beach ....And so he took out his nokia and began to show me all the pictues and videos of that place...Chai Chai..Will you have some ?? You people eat this,don't you,hahahaha ..Gave a half-smile to that old silly joke...No Uncle,Thank-you !!Arre Doh Chai denaa...Ohh Well ..Free mein hain toh why&lt;br /&gt;not,I thought ... :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Conversation Continued about Engineering,it's benefits,Various Colleges around Navi-Mumbai,about my hobbies and about Kolkata where he was apparently posted as an officer in the army.When he saw I was starting to get a little bored he said,almost in defence...Kya hotaa hain,When you Travel you converse with different kinds of people...this gives you two things...Pleasure and Information...and the best part is that you probably know that you will never ever meet that particular person ever in your life,hahahaha...Ohh well that's so true !!Then he picked up his mobile and dialled at his residence....Arre Chaitanya...Mazaa Barobar Ek Third Year Cha Mulgaa Baslela aahein ...Tujha Kaay Tari Doubts vagere asel tar tu Vicharoo Shaktoh ...Ohh Great..I Have to play some sought of an Engg-Agony Uncle here...Gave him some sought of "advice"which I,myself wasn't sure off :P...Finally after three hours of "not that bad a journey" the train approached Panvel....Abar Dekha holo...Holo naa Uncle Hobe ...Ho-be,Ho-be ....By the way...My name is Tamboli...Just Remember Ganguly....Hahahaha,he Sighed off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-2076221090903881712?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2076221090903881712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=2076221090903881712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2076221090903881712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2076221090903881712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/tryst-with-elderly.html' title='Tryst with an Elderly'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-592734442826223227</id><published>2008-07-10T10:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-10T10:38:57.049+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema hall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinemax'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Couple'/><title type='text'>Height of "Loneliness"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday a Friend/Classmate called me up basically to make sure of my Existence!!During our conversation I got to know many things including that he had seen the latest movie creating a buzz all around i.e. Jaane tu ...Here are the Excerpts of our conversation from that Point onwards....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:So, where did you see the movie??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He: In Cinemax, City Centre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:Huh!! You came all the way to Vashi?? (The Guy stays in Kurla)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He: umm, Ya I Mean, You know...Umm, well...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:ohh well, Ok...With whom did you see the movie??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He: Nobody, I went alone!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:Huh!! What?? Alone?? Dude Cinemax is 5-10 minutes away from my house ...You could have called me!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He: ohh well...Umm ...May be.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t sad that the guy hadn’t called me but what perplexed me was that he went for the Movie alone!!How can a person go to a movie alone ....OK,there might be several people doing that but as far as I know they are all grown up adults !!&lt;br /&gt;My Cinema Hall Experience tells me that there can be three kinds of scenarios which can be experienced &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. A Crying Baby or a nagging kid who doesn’t let her mum settle down.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. A Group of friends which I identify with chattering, giggling away during one particular scene and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. My most favorite or non-Favorite Scenario--&gt;A Couple koo-chi-kooing during the entire Movie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now Imagine Sitting alone in the hall experiencing all the above scenarios alone....How does one handle that....After the movie ends to whom does one say that yes, I liked the movie or I did'nt ....Am I reading too much into this...I mean some of them must have had no Choice but to go alone ....Yeah,But is that an Ideal thing to do ....I don't know people but since I have personally not been to a cinema hall alone, I perhaps don't identify with it, But something like that is according to me "A Height of Loneliness" !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-592734442826223227?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/592734442826223227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=592734442826223227&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/592734442826223227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/592734442826223227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/height-of-loneliness.html' title='Height of &quot;Loneliness&quot;'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-1580946790188142297</id><published>2008-07-05T20:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-06T10:46:54.889+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Propose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blabbering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Days&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>The Art of Proposing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Me:-&gt;You know,I have been wanting to tell you this for quite sometime now but don't know how do I put it in words. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:-&gt;oh,You can tell me,What is it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:-&gt;Guess I have Fallen in Love with you !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:-&gt;Huh !! * looks Left and Right * Are You Serious ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:-&gt;I don't know ...I guess so ....Do you .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is 9.30 already....When did you Sleep last Night,You lazy A**....Damn,Such a beautiful Dream got "chakna chur "in seconds.I could'nt see her as the Girl in Question's Back was facing the wall i.e my eyes,but she I could see had oily long hair.I did not want to get up in that lazy morning almost wanting myself to revisit that broken Dream ...Would I ever be able to Propose like that?..or was it just a silly random stupid dream or will it be something like what happened Last September&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 05,2007 :-&gt;It was teacher's day but it turned out to be some sought of a Valentine's Day in College.We did Celebrate Teachers day but most of them stayed back in the class for I guess what can be called as a "post event get-together" What Followed was kinda Silly and Juvenile(According to me) but something unique and different from our regular monotonous boring Class Lectures.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of them had to recall their first crush that they had and with whom and what happened there after and those honorary members who had Girl-Friends had to tell in front of the Class of how they proposed i.e do that thingy Again...Ok I knew this ai'nt going to work coz most of them in our class were well "Shanti ke Smarak"..I knew they were'nt going to speak and even if they had Gf's they ai'nt going to do that thingy .....You would'nt expect this from "I-want-to-be Engineer" fellas !!!And I was'nt Wrong ...well Almost :P &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so it started...Girls were girls as they made sure they occupy the first two rows of the class waiting curiously for what the First "contestent" had to say.As expected it got boring initially with nobody wanting to divulge their "gory secrets" But then 2-3 Girls put their hands up and well blabbered...mere boyfriend ne mujhe pehle Sea-face mein propose kiya...usne mujhe Archies ka badaa sa Card diya...*Almost Giggling*...phir usne mujhe phool dekar mc.Donalds mein khana khilaya...*What* :D ..ohh maan ...Am I here to hear all this ....C'mon Discuss your Makeout session..That would make things interesting... A girl went onn saying she has a Fiance and how she and her "fiance" rejected or subjected all those boyzz who came in "their" way...Blahh Blahh ...I was Starting to get a headache and so I decided to walk-out of the Class but those noobs who had organized all this "Crap" i.e The C.R and the L.R of my class pushed me aside...What was even worse ...I was next :( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was my turn now....We had to actually stand where all the teachers stood while lecturing a class ..So I was in front of the class but thankfully it was a Quarter full by then :P. I stood there about a metre away from the First Row.I could see 28  eyeballs bulging outwards curiously waiting to hear what was I about to say.To nobody's Surprise I disappointed them all by not giving any Meaty kinda lectures that they were wanting to here...Instead made it short and Simple :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I often wonder whether I could or would really be able to do what I saw in my Dream ....Fact that I have never proposed to any girl before probably makes me more uncomfortable....And worse if I would able to discuss all the Gory details that some of them had the "courage" to do that day ....My Guess is that the former is a possibility but don't think the latter is a Feasible Option :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-1580946790188142297?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1580946790188142297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=1580946790188142297&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/1580946790188142297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/1580946790188142297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/art-of-proposing.html' title='The Art of Proposing'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-3678502369451932146</id><published>2008-07-02T10:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-02T11:18:50.449+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quirks'/><title type='text'>Tagged .....First Time !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;These are the rules:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Link the person(s) who tagged you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Mention the rules on your blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them&lt;br /&gt;know they’ve been tagged.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First of all I would Like to Thank Anindita aka Wily Banter who was gracious enough to tag me .6 unspectacular Quirkiest things of mine ....Baah I don't&lt;br /&gt;know what to write but Still let's give it a try ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brace Yourselves People !! Here we go !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Though I have nothing against boys having long Hair but I can't&lt;br /&gt;imagine myself having one.....I start having headaches and feel&lt;br /&gt;feverish whenever it starts growing long ... :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I know most of the people and my Friends like to occupy the Last&lt;br /&gt;Bench of their Class,but I prefer the First...The Reason being I&lt;br /&gt;love to see and hear the mindset of every Professor whenever he/she Teaches&lt;br /&gt;:P...It helps me mimic them later on :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. In the last 3 Years of my College I must have worn a proper "Shirt"&lt;br /&gt;just twice ...Once during A Class Presentation and another just&lt;br /&gt;recently during a Campus placement drive...Otherwise like most, moi&lt;br /&gt;too a T-Shirt and Jeans Guy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.I feel extremely uncomfortable and stupid in a crowd of unknown&lt;br /&gt;people ...I start stammering and my ears go red...Fair Skin does'nt&lt;br /&gt;help at all :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Baah 6 are a lot ....I like Lady's Finger ....The Vegetable that is :P&lt;br /&gt;I can eat it whole day....Ahhh here's another "unspectacular" fact&lt;br /&gt;....Even though I am a non-Vegetarian I don't Eat Chicken ..Yeah&lt;br /&gt;surprising is'nt it .....I like Prawns more than Chicken :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. I absolutely and I mean absolutely love Quiz related Game Shows on&lt;br /&gt;the Tele........I have watched each and every Episode of espn School&lt;br /&gt;Quiz and ofcourse the Bournvita Quiz Contest...I wonder why they have&lt;br /&gt;gone extinct all of a sudden ...I still regret not participating in any of&lt;br /&gt;those shows :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. My tag is complete.... * Phew *&lt;br /&gt;I got another Headache now of Tagging 6 more People ......Anyways I tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;GOLDENINNEREYE&lt;/a&gt; ,&lt;a onclick="" href="http://priyankadpathak.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;"Dreamz..."&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://taurius1.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Keep Away From The Cyanide&lt;/a&gt; ,&lt;a href="http://spacemanspoof.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Raoian Physics&lt;/a&gt; ,&lt;a onclick="" href="http://anupamchatt.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;It's Me&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://isha-isms.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;C`est La Vie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-3678502369451932146?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3678502369451932146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=3678502369451932146&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/3678502369451932146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/3678502369451932146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/these-are-rules-1.html' title='Tagged .....First Time !!!'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-885656409549771375</id><published>2008-06-25T12:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:39:12.878+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Action Sequence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mistake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Climax'/><title type='text'>A Fourth Mistake ?? :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SGHrnNaReMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/MyFwl6Bi6qw/s1600-h/img_cover_book3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215708902319028418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 451px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="422" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SGHrnNaReMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/MyFwl6Bi6qw/s400/img_cover_book3.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the middle of my P.L(holidays that one gets before the exams) I get a call from my friend asking if I had purchased this particular book and if it were available around my place...There were apparently no Quality book stores in kurla where he lived (Surprising) ...No I don't have it,I said and I don't intend to buy it either...I am in the middle of my Exams dude ...Let's see, may be in june ....I can't wait to get my hands on it,he said ....Well I was glad that I had'nt Purchased it then ....I would have made a "MISTAKE" if I had :P &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, I have to confess that I am not a voracious Book Reader but I think Chetan Bhagat's Third Book is Average to say the Least...His Last book One NIght @ a call centre, if you ask me was a very Over-hyped Book ...It did'nt make an Impression at all...Clearly Five Point Someone is the best of them all...In this Book Religion,Riots,Earthquake...All the Ingredients seem to have been packed in,but it does lack in somewhere ...Probably another reason I did'nt like it was because I had read The kite Runner before reading this one which I wanted to read for such a long time ,but could'nt get my hands on it for some odd reason ...even if you see, The Kite Runner also Involves Afganisthan and the Taliban issues but it has a soul in it ...The relationship between the protagonist and the boy has been depicted so beautifully that it overshadows all the other happenings in the book..Sadly the three mistakes does'nt do that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Special Mention of the Climax of this book : Well it seems A film is gonna be made on Five Point Someone by Raj Kumar Hirani...Well I guess Raj Kumar Hirani must have called Chetan Bhagat when he was approaching the end part of this book ....It comes Straight out of a climax action Sequence of a hindi Movie Flick ...One of the reasons why chetan bhagat has become so popular is because he connects with "Indian" style of reading or writing...And that am not sure is a good thing because then the Next Genaration is only going to read or write like him....The Friend that gave me a call that day is'nt a voracious Book reader like me but he only seems to read Chetan Bhagat which I think is a "BIG MISTAKE" !!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hopefully he comes up with a good fourth book and does'nt make a Third Mistake Third,coz his First was'nt   :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-885656409549771375?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/885656409549771375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=885656409549771375&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/885656409549771375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/885656409549771375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/06/fourth-mistake-p.html' title='A Fourth Mistake ?? :P'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SGHrnNaReMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/MyFwl6Bi6qw/s72-c/img_cover_book3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-7783080717605695174</id><published>2008-06-19T15:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-19T15:50:01.633+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Step'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Result'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College life'/><title type='text'>The Return of the Confused Souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes Yes atlast my exams are over *Sigh of relief floats across the face, dies down eventually*..if all things go well I should be in the LAST YEAR of my engineering ....Gee's seems surreal the way these 3 years have just "whooshed" past away like a dash of wind blowing across your face like it does during the time of Spring.Three Years of college,lectures,exams and the dreaded of them all, the RESULTS.....seen that,done that.One more Year of doing the same...I got no choice but to fight it out for another Year.Seniors tell me that this would the most enjoyable Year of them all ...I hope they are Right coz uptill now it has been all, but that...... :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I went that day to give my last paper of Computer Graphics I saw a bunch of People who I had'nt seen before hound around the college chit-chatting...Girls doing their usual giggling and boys studing the college from top to bottom as if they had'nt seen such a marvel before...Ohh,it finally dawned on me,cet results had just been out and they might have come window shopping or rather college shopping err..whatever that means...As I entered college I saw a bunch of people looking at some kind of board, a man-made board which I had'nt seen before ...I thought some important notice might have come up so I just made some space in that small crowd to have a look, what I saw made me giggle...it had information of the various branches that our college had and when those branches had started and all other kinds of information...Gee's I can't even distinguish a wannabe F.e from someone else I thought !! I overheard the bunch discussing,hey this branch started just 5 years ago and this did 8 years ago, so it would be better if we join the latter...won't it ??..I coughed and could not control my laugh that time ...In the midst of it all I forgot......I had a paper to give !!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213531269933097282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SFovEUnA4UI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BGdyGh2F6Yk/s400/bookletsetweb.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These confused lot of teenagers can't even decide of what they want to do in life.It makes no sense to say what the guy who made me cough say.I mean are'nt you supposed to know whether you want to go in the field of I.T or Tronics.Hell most of them don't even know whether engg is good for them or not.The poker faced "-just-out-of-school" teenagers ai'nt aware of what they wanna do in their lives.They seem to forget that there is a word called as "Interest" in English Dictionary..Go in that line where your "Interest"lies,in that line where you will be happy and content with your life in future...but it's rather sad that most of them either don't want to or because of peer pressure pursue something else (most of the time it's engg).Teengers today don't have a goal in life ...their goal sadly begins to develop when they are either in the middle of their education or when they graduate..then they begin to drift apart and pursue something else...but why do that...One really should have a vision in life and that should really develop when he/she is 15 rather than 22...There's no hard and fast rule that it should...but things become much easier that way ....don't they !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As for me ...Working Class Hero is All I wanted to be and trust me ...that's something to be.... :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-7783080717605695174?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7783080717605695174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=7783080717605695174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/7783080717605695174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/7783080717605695174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/06/return-of-confused-souls.html' title='The Return of the Confused Souls'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SFovEUnA4UI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BGdyGh2F6Yk/s72-c/bookletsetweb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-4141812857134325767</id><published>2008-06-07T13:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-07T14:08:36.215+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clouds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool'/><title type='text'>Romance in the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SEpHdIcDIHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/r9DDEUGyvZM/s1600-h/D2203~Romantic-Stroll-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209054484814307442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="314" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SEpHdIcDIHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/r9DDEUGyvZM/s400/D2203~Romantic-Stroll-Posters.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna tell my baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are in the month of June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's gonna be something different&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With the arrival of the monsoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rain is finally here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Way it should be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am missing you a lot baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why really do this to me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Weather has turned Pleasant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winds blowing so cool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna Fall in your arms Baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanna just let go and drool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wet mud in this rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smells so very nice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trees sway all around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And birds make a funny noise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Rain takes me back &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To our days of the past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let's Relive that baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And hopefully make it last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohh,that Thunder and Lightening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And water Falling on our faces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanna just Cuddle you again baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Relive those past Traces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209052382402477058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="335" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SEpFiwWAfAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/yirX9hJQjDw/s400/image_gallery.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rains Are here again folks ...nnjoy !!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-4141812857134325767?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4141812857134325767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=4141812857134325767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/4141812857134325767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/4141812857134325767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/06/romance-in-rain.html' title='Romance in the Rain'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SEpHdIcDIHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/r9DDEUGyvZM/s72-c/D2203~Romantic-Stroll-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-8299153069656178885</id><published>2008-05-09T13:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-10T11:47:42.140+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graduates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Americans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College life'/><title type='text'>Graduation,College and Cats :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's been two weeks or so since my friends doing their b.sc's,b.m.m's or b.m.s's etc etc (except engineering or architecture or medical)have finished giving their FINAL final exams and after a month or so they will turn into Graduates.So having a chat with one my frnds I told her how content and satisfied she must be feeling now that she would be inducted into the Mumbai University's graduates list and she was like ...what satisfied ....as it is my exams did'nt go well ...I don't know where I'll be or what I'll be doing in the next two months and worst of all I'll be missing COLLEGE !! gee's I thought that's so TRUE .. what was I thinking when I said that ...Probably it was the jeolousy of being in the third year of engineering slogging away and seeing my other frnds getting to wear their convocation attires ....baah they don't even do that anymore :( So what are you doing now I went on to ask ....and she was like ...nothing ..sitting at home ...gorging on some lays and watching IPL matches .........What come again... IPL&lt;br /&gt;matches ....Girls watch IPL :O ....Gee's hearing that I began to wonder what's gonna happen to me in 1 year's time ...I am gonna be in her position and doing the same :( to make it worse there won't be IPL too ...as if I cared...It's getting boring now :P...But Coming back to the Point...that's a sad life to have ...She is right ....Instead of being content ....they have nothing else to do ...GEE's that way a four Year Course is Great ....That day my Friend was saying Our College&lt;br /&gt;is so L.S... :P College is College ...however so it might be ...One must Enjoy it ....Won't get these Year's Back however so it may have been :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know whether this is the trend with your residential society or not ...but in my Society the Cat's are slowly but surely out numbering the dogs ....MEOW'S have out numbered the woof's ... :P Actually it ai'nt Meow it's more of a waaooonn ...Scary Noises at night I tell ya ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like the cats Another trend that's slowly getting Rampant is the number of People giving GRE ....GEE'S Every Second Person seems to be on it ....and Why not ...The American System of Education is one of the best if not the best in the world ...but I just Hope People Come Back to India and work on an Indian Dream Rather than Glorify An American one !!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-8299153069656178885?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8299153069656178885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=8299153069656178885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/8299153069656178885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/8299153069656178885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/05/graduationcollege-and-cats-p.html' title='Graduation,College and Cats :P'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-2039298311903933139</id><published>2008-05-06T13:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:47:42.686+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rhymes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nursery'/><title type='text'>Those Nursery Rhymes :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Rhymes/Songs that are even relevant today and you never tire humming to them ........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands (clap clap)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands (clap clap)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're happy and you know it, then your face will surely show it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands. (clap clap)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're happy and you know it, stomp your feet(stomp stomp)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're happy and you know it, stomp your feet(stomp stomp)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're happy and you know it, then your face will surely show it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're happy and you know it, stomp your feet. (stomp stomp)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're happy and you know it, shout "Hurray!" (hoo-ray!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're happy and you know it, shout "Hurray!" (hoo-ray!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're happy and you know it, then your face will surely show it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're happy and you know it, shout "Hurray!" (hoo-ray!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're happy and you know it, do all three (clap-clap, stomp-stomp, hoo-ray!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're happy and you know it, do all three (clap-clap, stomp-stomp, hoo-ray!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're happy and you know it, then your face will surely show it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're happy and you know it, do all three. (clap-clap, stomp-stomp, hoo-ray!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know this Post may look Silly but just wanted to Revive them ... :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-2039298311903933139?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2039298311903933139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=2039298311903933139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2039298311903933139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2039298311903933139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/05/those-nursery-rhymes-d.html' title='Those Nursery Rhymes :D'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-8430893433171714370</id><published>2008-05-06T13:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:38:12.209+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Roflmao !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;RapidEx Engli&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SCAQJLrvtpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/M6yAeGIHJiA/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sh Course for you ...... :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SCAQnLrvtqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/UAU70d8nXOE/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197172235322767010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" height="400" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SCAQnLrvtqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/UAU70d8nXOE/s400/image001.jpg" width="324" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SCAOr7rvtoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Aw86NRBxbyg/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-8430893433171714370?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8430893433171714370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SCAQnLrvtqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/UAU70d8nXOE/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-6848497730122043370</id><published>2008-03-31T20:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:48:23.632+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Attitude&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jealous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><title type='text'>The "Sick" Human Mentality</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I have often heard many people saying or rather in the last few days over heard many of them say "Success has changed him".But how often do those people who say that look at themselves and say ....no I guess I have changed !!!It's amazing how so many people react towards you once you have acheived something,the things which they would have themselves wanted.Some Mock you,Some see you with suspious eyes and there are some who just don't want to talk to you any more ......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even if you do the usual things which you did everyday,the things that would have got completely unnoticed before "success" happened to you....those things just get blown out of proportion and you are seen as if you have some kind of a "Attitude Problem".It's just completely silly and frivolous and it almost got to me untill a conversation with a dear friend just calmed me down.Two Simple sentences were said....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Those who say those things are'nt your "true friends" ....'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.Such things should be heard from one ear and taken out from another :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Such Things are all petty issues,I know...but it just goes to show how others change so drastically when they see someone who they think is inferior to him acheive so much and then how jealousy sets in..In some Cases though.... people do Change but I  have'nt ...it's others who have....I would like to conclude with something my mother said to me when I discussed this with her.A Simple 5 letter Sentence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"WELCOME TO THE CORPORATE WORLD".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-6848497730122043370?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6848497730122043370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=6848497730122043370&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/6848497730122043370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/6848497730122043370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/03/sick-human-mentality.html' title='The &quot;Sick&quot; Human Mentality'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-279518494265784796</id><published>2008-03-30T11:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-30T12:00:25.327+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shocking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='looks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>huh !! Weird ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I was busy writing assignments in college which is one of the most boring things in Engineering.It could be "the most boring thing" in engineering but that's for the "Intelluctuals" to debate on .I had run out of assignment pages as usual and needed some help and who better to help than the "punctual" girls in our class :P.So I asked my classmate to just ask for some assignment pages from one of my "girl friends".To my surprise ,he asks me...kya naam hain uska??..wtf !!! you don't know her name ???...He then replied ...Mujhe kissi ka bhi naam nahin pataa ....!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I know most of them may not be as "modern" and beautiful as you want them to be :P but atleast you should have some amount of knowhow about some of them:P.Hearing him I recalled a similar conversation I had with my Tuition mate while coming home from class.He said while signing on the attendence sheet he just checked all the "female names" in the list :P and found out that he did'nt know half of them .....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder what's that down to ....Guyzz not interested in average looking girls or is it the case with most of the heterosexual men of the 21'st century ....hmm ...Guess that's also for the "intellectuals" to debate on :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-279518494265784796?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/279518494265784796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=279518494265784796&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/279518494265784796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/279518494265784796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/03/huh-weird.html' title='huh !! Weird ....'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-3618746400890216558</id><published>2008-03-21T11:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:19:31.194+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuisance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balloons'/><title type='text'>The Holi Past and The Unhol(y) Present ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/R-NcQNn1GaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/oUlRJnYJUYM/s1600-h/holi-wallpaper1-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180085430010583458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/R-NcQNn1GaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/oUlRJnYJUYM/s320/holi-wallpaper1-b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Holi is round the corner. Rather it's Holi today...but there is not much noise as it's supposed to be a "Choti Holi".As I type this I see from my window a bunch of kids throwing plastics filled with water at each other. I can see a kid throwing, aiming plastics with all his might and then quickly running in the opposite direction fearing a backlash from his friend who he attacked just a second earlier. Seeing them have fun, I dwell, down past memory lane at my "Holi" Days and the ordeals that came with it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Night before Holi, we and my Grand mum ... yes my grandmother too :P used to make water balloons for us.... we used to give her a helping hand in making around 50-100 water baloons.And 10 years ago there used to be no plastics used ....Water balloons were the need of the day :P.These water balloons were then stocked inside a Bucket Full of water and kept inside the bathroom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Holi morning arrived and around 7.30 - 8.00, the Bucket was dragged in our balcony and then the fun used to start .Any Tress-passerby was a victim of our balloon attack: D.it either used to hit his head or it used to fall ahead or behind of him. The instant Reaction was to look up and see who hit him .We obviously used to hide away from the man. This thing Continued up till 9 in the morning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was then time to go down and play holi with Friends inside the society. In my one hand there used to be a plastic Bag full of Water Balloons and in another, there used to be colours or Gulal.It used to be the same with my friends ...except that they brought some chemical stuffs with Gulal and all. As soon they used to see me they used to Run Behind me to make me a "Holi" Mess. To Burst Atleast 2-3 Baloons on me.Whereever they could was all they wanted. On one of such occasions my balloons would just refuse to burst...So one of my friends would just stop in front of me and say ...Chal abb maar!!! :P...It was so Juvenile during Childhood that you laugh now thinking about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/R-Nbidn1GZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2hyIlF9wWQ0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180084644031568274" style="WIDTH: 431px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px" height="288" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/R-Nbidn1GZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2hyIlF9wWQ0/s320/untitled.bmp" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Fun used to continue for around 3-4 hours up till 1 in the afternoon. Mom used to shout from the Balcony but we obviously wanted to have more fun: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holi they say now-a days has become dangerous and all and some are even calling for its Ban. Well for me it's all about the mind-set. If you are going to tell these kids who are now playing in my society ... they are all going to give a damn!!! ..These guys just want to have loads of fun.Holi should be taken in the right Spirit and not be reduced to some kind of moral policing.Yess I know that there are many people who have lost their eye sights and many other things because of some idiots who have an "Holi Excuse”. But the thing to remember is that these guys aren’t playing holi that time. They just indulge in what I would call as a "Naughty Activity/Excuse" which should be banned for sure. Ban those sought of Activities.Yess...But let the Spirit of Holi Prevail and no kind of Ban will help in either stopping those idiots or for that matter those kids playing holi right now in my society. As they say..... Buraa Naa Manoo......HOLI HAIN!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-3618746400890216558?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3618746400890216558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=3618746400890216558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/3618746400890216558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/3618746400890216558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/03/holi-past-and-unholy-present.html' title='The Holi Past and The Unhol(y) Present ???'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/R-NcQNn1GaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/oUlRJnYJUYM/s72-c/holi-wallpaper1-b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-2180103234981728682</id><published>2008-03-19T18:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:17:41.037+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Force'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clouds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Failure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy'/><title type='text'>The Different Phases of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I have heard different people saying things like "This a very Bad Phase that I am going through" or vice versa.I never have quite understood what they actually meant.But in these past 7 or 8 days it has completely dawned upon me.It is actually said when one person gets loads of failures or loads of success at one time.When he/she gets more than what he asked for or more than what he/she actually deserved. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last Seven Days infact the last 30 days have been absolutely crazy.Phone gets stolen in a bus,I Get Calls From Acquintances,A Renowned M.N.C recruits me,I throw a Party,500 rupees goes out of my Pocket,And now to Top everything....I get a 62 % in semester 5 and am possibly in the TOP 5 of my class which I never could have possibly thought :P...Don't know about a good phase but Gee's if there would have been a term coined as "A Mad Phase" Mine would have been it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be my greatest ever phase in my life but I must also remember that there is a bad phase in store for me somewhere in the future.It's not that I have'nt seen a bad phase.I have seen my brother go through one terrible bad phase.He though came out of that and how !!! It's really the bad phases in your life that test your character,how good are u as a person and how well you can cope with the failures in your life.Having said that though A Good phase does not mean that you fly in the 7'th Heaven and be in Cloud no :9.Good phase comes to remind you two things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.It tells you,Look son I have Come to give you happiness,JOY you always Craved for ,JOY that you probably deserve,C'mon Son Keep it up and&lt;br /&gt;2.It also reminds you, Son enjoy this till it lasts because failure seems to be around the corner,haunting around you,Ready to pounce whenever you put one wrong foot. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all you people Craving for some Success,Some Joy in Life should all hold fort.There will be several such occasions where Success will come Calling.There are going to be Constant Failures along the way that will Continue to Haunt you,make you cry,but if you try and have some Faith in which ever holy Force you believe in, Success won't be Far Away&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-2180103234981728682?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2180103234981728682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=2180103234981728682&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2180103234981728682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2180103234981728682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/03/different-phases-of-life.html' title='The Different Phases of Life'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-5873551789161230765</id><published>2008-03-12T06:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:09:34.937+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties'/><title type='text'>The Perks Of Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Lonely and a lost Soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wandering around the college Corridor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody seems to give him a stare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He too does not ask for more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suddenly Success comes knocking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Virtually out of no where&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Eyeballs all of a sudden increase&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now most of them seem to care.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some appear lost and confused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But majority want to Celebrate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For one's outstanding Success&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which they would have themselves craved.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Handshakes also Increase&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Respect goes to an all time high&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some take it very Sportingly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some have an Emotional Cry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They all say in Unison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mooh Meetha ho jaye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have done us all proud son&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jo hum kabhi naa kar paye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am Enjoying these Perks Of Success&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But My feet are on the ground&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As You never know,when Failure Comes Calling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And takes away your shining Crown.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-5873551789161230765?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5873551789161230765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=5873551789161230765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/5873551789161230765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/5873551789161230765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/03/perks-of-success.html' title='The Perks Of Success'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-6834196682752372487</id><published>2008-02-11T19:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:17:46.745+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Most Nostalgic,Pious and Exotic Trip ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When the Konark Express left from the Lokmanya tilak Station,I knew that this would be a long journey(I have travelled in that train for like 20-25 times in my whole life till now,no kidding)So I knew what was coming ....But I was more worried about the journey that ensued from here which would take us from the Jagganath temple in Puri to a small little place called Changanacherry in Cochin which lies in the western coast of the Arabian Sea.20 Days frankly did'nt look a long vacation when I was in School but it felt like 20 months when we came back here.I guess partly it was because of the fact that we had'nt been on such a long vacation for a long time...So brace yourselves ppl coz here comes a looooong Account of my experience in those 20 days ........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;13'th Jan:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We reached Bhubaneswar early in the morning ...something like 4.30 and made sure every soul had a early rise.The place had already started giving me a haunting welcome just before sunrise.I made sure that I had my share of 2 hour sleep that I did not have in the hustling noise and coldish wind that the train brought about.The short nap rejuvenated me completely and I thought why not get into business straight away .Called up my good ol' friend Jyoti(yes,he is a guy).Dude do the needful will you ?...With No question asked,within a minute he brought his Pulsor and we were off to Vineet's place.After Few laughs from the past and then viewing his Girlfriend's pic on his P.C(cheezie but cool :P) ,we were off to see my good ol' Tution sir.Well he is the same ...has'nt changed..He too made sure to show his new lenovo laptop and all the gadgets that he had....I did meet up with many others as well ..Bless jyoti people for that ...Guess he screwed up his own holidays for me ..(He's doing his engg frm manipal and was on a holiday himself) Before meeting some more people I went to a town called Jajpur which was my cousin's place.I stayed there for like 2 days.Nothing much to mention here but I had tremondous fun with my nephew :D..Then the day I came back I met with my school girl pals ....I thought it would be just a "Hi Hello kind of a Meeting ...but hang onn...These girls wanted to go to a cake shop with me...I thought that could not get better.....After a good 20-25 minutes with them,recollecting all the school gup-shups, I came back ....and Guess how ...in one of the girl's scooty :P...Must say this was one of the better ride's I have had in my life :D....Purpose of my visit to bhubaneswar was my cousin brother's thread ceremony.It was farely private affair.Nothing frankly to mention here as well .Younger Cousin Bro cried coz he could not see himself getting bald but guess that was all part of the rituals...Rounded up my Bhubaneswar Trip with a visit to the World Famous Jagannath Temple..I had almost turned something like an atheist actually in my engg life but going there I felt there's nothing wrong in being religious..Infact I felt Pious and had Peace with myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;21'st Jan&lt;/em&gt;:The Howrah-Kanniyakumari Expess was on it's way and I thought yet another tiring journey for a whole 2 days but I was wrong....The journey was great :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;23'rd Jan&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A man in his dhoti (90%people were in their dhoti's here)welcomed us...Hotel chorne ka hain saheb???..He asked in his tamilian accent :D...Booked a hotel quickly and got a Sea Viewing room as well....Kanniyakumari people is frankly a Place as little as my hometown Vashi....(No kidding)...It's not a big Place....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1'st Site&lt;/em&gt;:Devi Kumari temple:Note:All men have to remove their shirts and banniyan's before going inside...wtf !!!!....Did I read that right ????....Yup I did...I did not go in....Later I realised I made the wrong decision ......But there were young women for god sake's .....I was petrified initially .....Later we made our way to the gandhi memorial and reached in time to see the sunset point.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2'nd Site&lt;/em&gt;:Vivekanda Rock Memorial:An absolutely Stunning Place to See....If you love your history ,this will be a wonderful place.Vivekanada statue and everything pious to be found ....This was really cool....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just 10 feet away was the Thiruvallavur Statue which is nothing really ......It's just 75 foot statue .....nothing special.........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We also toured the Surrounding regions of Kanniyakumari as well but these were the only things there really to see coz as I said it's a very small place.....but a beautiful place non the less...and yes the three water bodies :Arabian Sea,Indian Ocean and the Bay of Bengal do Collide here but it was not really visible to me thanxs to the low tide .....The water bodies surrounding the place really make it beautiful and the reason for it to be so famous............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Kerala Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We Booked a Car from a local tours and travels guy to tour kerela which was just a 2 hour journey from kanniyakumari.....&lt;br /&gt;First Stop:Kovalam Beach:-&gt;Did I once say that Colva Beach in Goa was the Best Beach I saw .....Well this Beach comes very very Close to that actually.....This is one of the most cleanest,safest,and scenic beaches you are ever gonna find.The Trees and Vegetation overshadowing the Beach make for a Breathtaking site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Next Stop:Trivandrum:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's the capital and nothing really in this place except a Zoo,an art and culture musuem but yes...there's a nice temple called the padmanabhan temple ......Now even if u are not a temple guy or girl ......no especially a "guy":P...be here ....One has to be half naked and wear a dhoti to go inside ....Inside it feels Great ...Temples in the south are completely different ......Temples are like these caves and gods are kept kind of into the caves ...So even if you are not a temples person .....Just Try it once ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Next Stop:The 8 Hour Boat Ride From Kollam To Allaphuzha(Alleppy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now This is what I would call as "Exotic"....The Boat had some 30-40 People out of which only 5 were Indians including us....Rest were all Europeans....I thought I had seen enough of P.D.A ...but wait there was more on display here .....But frankly this boat ride was great .....Back waters in Kerala are not famous just like that....Back waters and the exotic greenary around with superb view from the lower deck make for a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Breathtaking watch".....Ohh 8 hours were not boring at all if you ask me ....A guy frm Charni Road who had come on a honeymoon and was only one of the 5 Indians on board said Life had become so slow and boring on the boat but I could Understand him ....He was on a Honeymoon :P....It came to a halt finally in the evening .....This ride was ....*undescribable*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allepy also has a Beach ......Yeah the beach is good .....may be Great but had enough of it already in life as far as beaches went ....But the Beach was nice :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next Stop:Thekkedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were in the "REAL GOD OWN'S COUNTRY" now...I recalled that the tours and travels guy had said to us in his tamilian accent"AGAR KERALA DEKHNA HAIN TOH MUNNAR DEKHO AUR TEKKHADI DEKHO"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tekkhadi welcomed us with the first stop being the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPICE GARDEN: You will find different trees of different spices here .....COFFEE,CARDAMOM,TAMARIND etc etc.......WAS OK NOTHING GREAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Next Site&lt;/span&gt;:The Kathakali Dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yup ...I did catch some kathakali too in tekkhadi.....A one hour show where dancing is done through the face and various postures are made ....AGAIN OK ....17'th Century Tradition is being maintained Nice to See&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next Site:Periyar Tiger Reserve :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was some 6.45 In the Morning ...We were on a boat again...it was damn cold....Here there was no tiger no lion ......Nothing ....Just a pig to show for ......and that too the noobhish foreigners kept onn taking pictures of that pig for some reason (*silly*)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tekkhadi was disappointing actually .....I am sure it had a lot to offer ...but probably we did'nt explore a lot........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next Stop:MUNNAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUNNAR was the best place in kerela ......I wonder why people speak more highly of OOTY and never speak of munnar.....A hill station which has probably 100000 acres of tea garden all around the place....It provides a Breath-taking site of "MOTHER NATURE" and it's a pity that we could not spend more time here :( ....but did manage to go to the TEA FACTORY",ECHO POINT AND 2 OR 3 DAMS .....but this place is GREAT ..."A MUST VISIT" :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEXT STOP: COCHIN AND THE CITY OF ERNAKULAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cochin is a nice port city .....had the third boat ride here after having a boat ride in periyar .......This was also great....again a place to be visited is Jew town in changanacherry .....It felt as if I have come to European City or something .......A jewish kind of a town with a jewish Temple and a Dutch palace.There's also A church in that place ...Nice,That place too also feels pious with arabian sea cozing up all around you.......City of ernakulam is for "Shopaaholics":P......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were back to Alleppy or Alaphuzza coz we had to catch our nethravati from there.....After Some more Shopping there and ofcourse a walk near the back waters ....we were ready to leave .......I won't say that we did'nt want to go from that place....But it truly had left a mark on all of us ....One which we would never ever Forget.Period.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S1:Travelling with my Parents was a great experience ....Yeah there were plenty of shortcomings but we made sure that the 3 of us should have "BALL OF A TIME " and we did :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S2:No Pics Guys Sorry ...I got that traditional Camera and I have'nt Scanned them as well ...I wanted to write this Blog flaunting all the pics ....But that was'nt possible....... :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-6834196682752372487?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6834196682752372487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=6834196682752372487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/6834196682752372487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/6834196682752372487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-most-nostalgicpious-and-exotic-trip.html' title='My Most Nostalgic,Pious and Exotic Trip ever'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-3492238326047180037</id><published>2008-01-10T13:14:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-10T14:14:47.533+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kerela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Temples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>The "Second Home" Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am off to Bhubaneswar tomorrow which is kind of like my second home.It's also been like four and half years since I have been there and so it almost feels like it's the second time I am going there and hence the title of the blog. :P According to me,the age between 10 to 15 is when you grow as a person and learn a lot of things.It was around that age that I happened to be in the "City of Temples".It was kind of a Culture shock for me after being here for so long in my own hometown and leaving my old school and all friends to go to what I would call as a "Townish city" was really difficult.Making Friends there initially was difficult.Since I was too fair that time,people were vulnerable. Taunts followed initially like they would ask ....Have you come from Australia or New Zealand etc etc .....Soon the things began to settle though.There were spells of loneliness but ongoings were roughly smooth.School that I went to was kind of interesting.I got to hear some incredible pronounciations by the teachers. My memory seems to fail me but I kind of remember one of the words.The word Journey was pronounced something like johh ney ....something weird like that.It was'nt one bit funny though.Sometimes I thought where have I landed myself into. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it would be a much better second home coming....Atleast I hope so.Planning to meet up with my school friends and tution friends there and also with my old tuition teacher.Kudos to the good ol' Private tuition classes.After a week's stay am off to the God's Own Country i.e to Kerela.Ironically I have never been to the South of the Country except a vacation to Banglore and Mysore which was about 11 or 12 years ago.Gee those were the days where it used to be a vacation every summer or even once in a blue moon winter.That's why they say School days are fun.How many of us have travelled after 10'th standard....Atleast I have not barring a trip to Delhi and Goa.&lt;br /&gt;So unfortunately there will be no more blogging from moi this month... (&lt;br /&gt;and you know what's coming up next after this.....A blog about my trip to both the places of course ~Adios~&lt;br /&gt;P.S:&lt;br /&gt;One chat&lt;br /&gt;Me:So,What are you doing in the vacations ?&lt;br /&gt;X:Nothing man,I am at home only..... *Yawn*&lt;br /&gt;In Another Chat&lt;br /&gt;Me:So,What are you doing in the vacations ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y:Well probably might join vacation classes..... *AARRRGH*&lt;br /&gt;While In Another one&lt;br /&gt;Me:So,What are you doing in the vacations ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z:Have'nt decided yet ...let's see..... *That's even worse coz you end up doing nothing*&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: *Whatever You do ......Have fun.Period.*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-3492238326047180037?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3492238326047180037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=3492238326047180037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/3492238326047180037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/3492238326047180037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/01/second-home-coming.html' title='The &quot;Second Home&quot; Coming'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-3485878696697370296</id><published>2008-01-03T13:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-03T14:03:05.013+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An Old College Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Now when you surf the various sites on the net you come across various different kind of stuffs.Some Sites are great,Some are just average and Some are just plain boring and here am talking about contents of those sites ofcourse.And then there are some sites where you get to find some very readable,interesting and straight from the heart written articles.I found a very similar thing while surfing yesterday .There was this review of my college written by a student who I presume to be an old student of the college.It was written some 4 years ago.Things have drastically changed from then till now .The College has shifted it's base from Koperkhairne to a now very developing kharghar.And as this reviewer puts it,Things are constantly improving in my college but some of the stuff written in it especially the start of the review and the part of the proffesor's "Quotes"or rather mis quotes really had me laughing :D.......Go read !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Link&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;a href="http://www.mouthshut.com/review/A_Chudaman_Patil_College_of_Eng-48267-1.html"&gt;http://www.mouthshut.com/review/A_Chudaman_Patil_College_of_Eng-48267-1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-3485878696697370296?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3485878696697370296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=3485878696697370296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/3485878696697370296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/3485878696697370296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2008/01/old-college-review.html' title='An Old College Review'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-2953000623373110405</id><published>2007-12-30T14:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-03T13:45:11.543+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Templates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrillers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carefull'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>2007:-&gt;2008....There goes another Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's been a farely good year for me .I passed in "THE EXAM OF MY LIFE" which I gave in the month of May .and of course how can I forget...I started blogging this year.Blogging has been a farely enriching experience for me .Here are a few things that I learned about blogs and blogging as a whole&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Think before you publish a certain post.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Never try to hurt anyone through your blog.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Don't stop typing in the middle of the post thinking this would not work ..I have done that several times and regretted it.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Try not to alter your image or yourself in general through your blogs coz there is a huge danger of doing something like that.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Type everything properly and clearly coz I have made several grammatical mistakes in the past without really any intentions of making them and at the end of the day It really makes you look a lot silly or rather noobish which you know you are not..... :P&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Get a really good template for your blog ....though I have changed mine ... but am still not happy with it ...coz I feel that other blogs that I visit are much more stylish and presentable than mine is.... :(&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Get some interesting and fun stuff in your blog(which I intend to in 2008)so that other's keep visiting your blog frequently.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;And finally I have also learnt that if you want to get more comments for your blog ...either you just have to leave a comment on somebody else's blog or have Friends and I mean genuine friends who themselves write blogs and get comments from them and you return the "favour" : P...Changing the topic now .....&lt;br /&gt;Movie of the year according to me:&lt;br /&gt;Now I have'nt watched too many movies this year ....funny I should say that coz anyways I don't watch too many movies in a year :P....Now I don't watch too many English Movies and I am not embarrased in admitting that.The reason being that I can't seem to get the U.S accent. And I am also not in the league of those people who sit through a english flick pretending that they are understanding everything coz let's face it ,they are not :P...(I know a lot many ppl like that)....&lt;br /&gt;For me the best movie I saw this year was Johny Gaddar...Now if you are a fan of those "Who dun it"??...kinda books or novels then u sure gonna enjoy this one....I agree that it seemed like a English Flick,but it also seemed like a fresh and vibrant movie unlike those silly hindi "thriller" movies that we hv been bored to death with.....I hope I get to see similar kind of movies next year...&lt;br /&gt;Blogging in this Year stops with this...... Happy new year readers .....Adios 2007.....and welcome 2008 !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:I don't belive in either astrology or numerology coz I feel you write your own destiny and jo hona hain woh ho ke raheta hain but still here's a thing to chew upon :P&lt;br /&gt;2008=2+8=10=1+0= 1&lt;br /&gt;My birthday:16/05/1987=1+6+0+5+1+9+8+7=37=3+7=10=1+0= 1.. :P&lt;br /&gt;Both add Upto 1... :P&lt;br /&gt;*rejoice*...well not exactly .....This does'nt not mean I become Khumbkaran and hibernate for the rest of the year ..does it :D ???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-2953000623373110405?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2953000623373110405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=2953000623373110405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2953000623373110405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2953000623373110405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007-2008there-goes-another-year.html' title='2007:-&gt;2008....There goes another Year'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-6040822835430898511</id><published>2007-12-18T13:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-18T15:00:07.165+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='determination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardwork'/><title type='text'>"Incredible Fascination"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When I was coming back home from giving my sem exam yesterday, I decided to call up my friend who was my classmate with whom I had'nt been in touch for the last 5 years .I had only his number stored in my phone but did not call him all this while coz normally I deal only in messages and don't call up anyone as my balance always reads below 10(*Interesting excuse heh*) .I decide to scare him a little bit.Mauja hi Mauja hounded my ears for about 45 seconds when a sleepy voice answered the call(guess he was sleeping).Is that Mr.Samal? I asked in Oriya...Aagyaan he said...I said Huh???.....Then I realised that it meant yes sir..the ploy had worked...He thought I was some elderly person..After bothering him for a minute or two I told him who I was..Abuses and laughs came from the other side.He was in Kolkata doing his mbbs.So another 2 years to go huh..I asked...no dude not 2 .....another 4 and a half years to go ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The guy had stood 2'nd in our school in the 10'th standard.He was shrewed,arrogant and had a lot of attitude(around 90% of the scholis are like that,are'nt they :P)..bullied me a lot in school and here I was, a good 2 years senior to him(degree wise) though we were of the same age.He had taken a 2 year drop inorder to get into a good medical college.He wanted to become a doctor at any cost.Infact more than 50 % of my classmates of 10'th standard in bhubaneswar are atleast 1 year junior to me(degree wise) as they have taken a drop after their 12'th to "prepare"for either their engg or mostly medical to get into a good college.Compare it with here in mumbai ....the % could be hardly 20.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember in one of our pct(communication subject) session practicals in this sem itself we were asked to introduce ourselves in front of the prof and one of the guys in his own introduction told that he had wasted two years to get into a medical college and now finds himself here in this college.The ma'm quickly responded saying don't say you wasted it.you did a learn a lot ...I did'nt bother responding then but..."learn a lot".....what did he learn .....that the hard work of 2 years does not pay off.....I am actually not against people taking a 'n' years of preparation time but the point is that if you want to be a doctor or something that really you want to become, why do something like that.why not work harder during that 10'th-12'th standard period..agreed that luck does not favour you all the time but if you have the determination to do something ,you are bound to acheive it.and if that does not work out,why not go for something else.I really can't think of anything that is to be learnt in that 2 years really except the bio,physics and chemistry fundamentals:P...As one prof had once said you are actually gonna retire one year before your actual retirement age:P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The guy who I was taking about earlier is also a womanizer ...so you can imagine what he did in those 2 years. :P.. He does have a girlfriend in his coll...So well it's actually not gonna be 4 years dude ...it will be another 5 .. :D ..Just kidding ........wish you well all the time :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song I am listening to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Tera Mujhse" from Aa gale lag jaa (1973 flick)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tera mujhse hain pehle ka nataa koi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yoon hee nahi dil loobhata koi ~~*Beautiful Lyrics &amp;amp; a Beautiful Song*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-6040822835430898511?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6040822835430898511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=6040822835430898511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/6040822835430898511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/6040822835430898511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2007/12/incredible-fascination.html' title='&quot;Incredible Fascination&quot;'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-2224535213837970163</id><published>2007-12-11T13:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-11T13:38:52.422+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Endurance Personified</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Read A beautiful Article/Story in Mumbai Mirror yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoped that I get it on the net and I did&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here it goes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Students who fail to clear their SSC or HSC exams in the first attempt, or even subsequently, should take heart from the approach of Zohaib Salmani. The 25-year-old did not clear the SSC exams in his first attempt. But he did not give up and tried again. And again. And again... Coming back to the point, Salmani’s perseverance paid off when he passed the exams this year in his 14th attempt.Salmani was a student of Anjuman Islam High School at CST. He loves cricket and plays cricket. When he first appeared for the SSC exams in March 1999, he managed to pass in just one subject, which was Urdu. Soon after, he started assisting his father, Aqueel Kiratpuri, at his hair cutting saloon.In March 2000, he tried again but failed to pass in any subject.Salmani says, “In October 2000, I again sat for all the papers, except Urdu, but still couldn’t clear any. I wanted to leave studies. Since our saloon is at Lokhandwala in Andheri (W), TV stars were regulars and I thought I should stop attempting SSC and concentrate on a career as a hair stylist.“However, my father wanted me to complete my SSC at any cost. Each time I failed, he used to ask me to try the next time.”He took admission in a night school at Malad. His efforts began paying off. In March 2003, he passed his science paper.“It gave me fresh hope and I decided to attempt all the papers in March 2004. But to my dismay, I could clear only Urdu and science papers. failed in all the other subjects,” says Salmani.When he failed in the October 2004 exams too, instead of feeling dejected, he resolved to clear the SSC exams.In March 2005, he managed to clear English but could not pass in the remaining subjects when he appeared for the exams in October 2005. “In March 2006, I cleared the mathematics paper and in October 2006 the Hindi and Marathi papers. Now the only subject that remained to be cleared was social science,” says Salmani.But it took him two more attempts to clear the paper. “I was not successful in March 2007 but cleared it in the October 2007 exams,” says Salmani.The results were released on Friday and Salmani says, “It was the happiest day in my life. I am happy I listened to my father’s advice and persevered.”His father distributed sweets among family and friends to celebrate Salmani’s rather unique success. “&lt;em&gt;The good part is that he kept on trying and did not lose hope. So what if he took 14 attempts? At least, I can proudly say my son tried really hard for his SSC,” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love the last few lines spoken by his father&lt;br /&gt;quote:"I can proudly say my son tried really hard for his SSC.”&lt;br /&gt;There is no substitute to trying.It just goes on to show what determination can do.The question is not about failing,the question is do we try enough as individuals .Whatever his problem would have been,the guy who passed did "try" .&lt;br /&gt;~kudos~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-2224535213837970163?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2224535213837970163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=2224535213837970163&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2224535213837970163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/2224535213837970163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2007/12/endurance-personified.html' title='Endurance Personified'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-4412947814665317008</id><published>2007-12-06T15:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-06T16:15:48.508+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time to "Vomit"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In these two and a half years of my engineering life I have realised that mugging can be a great stress buster.I mean it's like a "jap"(pronounced as jp or jaap)...You keep on repeating the things again and again like a sadhu does and if your lucky ...(i.e if your stars are in the right place :P),you even get to understand the concept behind it .....exam time is here again and the irrepairable continues.....  *Sigh* ...."Best of luck to all engg aspirants"(Hopefully the "JP" works :P) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-4412947814665317008?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4412947814665317008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=4412947814665317008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/4412947814665317008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/4412947814665317008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2007/12/time-to-vomit.html' title='Time to &quot;Vomit&quot;'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-590744132514902153</id><published>2007-11-27T11:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-27T11:37:40.214+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"Heartfelt"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Maroon 5 -&gt;"She will be Loved"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And she will be loved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She will be loved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    Such a beautifully written song ,not only is it beautifully written but also sung so well especially these particular lines .....and the music is out of this world ....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Kudos~                       &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-590744132514902153?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/590744132514902153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=590744132514902153&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/590744132514902153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/590744132514902153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2007/11/heartfelt.html' title='&quot;Heartfelt&quot;'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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2004 .....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DHOOM....yeah the movie featuring John abraham,Abhishek bachchan had just released.....chal let's go ..my bro said....okies.....let's go ......we got a seat not exactly in the corner of the theater but it was in the right hand side and on the top most row..... two seats on the right hand side of me were empty and I wished it remain so till the end of the movie :P...The movie started...got enough space to sit as the sides seats were empty :D....Twenty minutes had gone by when I saw a couple in their 20's (18-25) of that range walk towards me .....They occupied the seats to the right of me The guy sat next to me whereas the gal sat next to the guy .......I was cool about it....no prob's....well no prob's untill about 5 minutes of them occupying their seats .....I looked at my right I could'nt see the guy's face side on ...could only see the backside of his head...I frankly could not make out what they were actually doing .......Again after about 5 minutes the same thing happened....I was like wtf is happening .....This kept happening every 5 minutes during the film ....On one such occusion I saw the guy just bring the girl's top of the sleeve down so that nobody could see her arms...Geee They are cuddling for sure I thought .......Light's came onn to my releif ....I normally don't go out of the hall so I stayed onn and so did the Twosome.....During this time I heard the two were in a conversation ....Let's give it a ear I thought :P....To my horror I overheard the girl asking the boy that what he did and what were his plans and all ......Now I thought surely the girl must be knowing the boy quite well ,but no she did'nt .....wtf I thought ....After the break It started again .....wtf maan ...let me concentrate on the movie for god sake's :(...It continued every 5 minutes during the movie .....The climax ...I mean of the movie :P was about to approach...and guess what the couple left .....Guess they already had climaxed :D....John abraham died ...."what a waste of life" quoted abhishek bachchan ......I thought what a waste of Time .....I did not see the movie fully or rather properly....I was busy watching another one.....though not properly coz the boy's head covered it .......damn!!....In this while I forgot to mention that my bro also kept peeping into them coz he saw me a little uncomfortable but He enjoyed the film ....dhoom that is :P &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the movie was over and as we were walking I asked my bro ...Dude did u see what the couple next to me was doing ??? now my bro said something which I thought was completely bulls*** at that time ...but now I realise why he said so .......He said ....dude You should have concentrated on the movie .......what others are doing should not be your priority....It should be of no concern to u at all ...You had gone to the theater to see dhoom and not be a Peeping tom ......Yeah right .....I thought at that time ...But now it sounds so true .....You know that day I could'nt sleep at all ....Aisa bhi hota hain ....I thought....Geee which world was I living in then ...The guy who was enjoying himself looked farely decent .....so did the girl for that matter ....but not in the world could I imagine at that time that they would begin doing what they did ....I mean A cinema hall is built to watch a movie ......not a place for kissing and cuddling.....Like the one liners in good ol' american TV shows I wanted to tell them ..."GET A ROOM".....but hell who wants to take pangas ...certainly am not one of those :P.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From that day onwards my prospectives changed.....now a days I make sure that I get a seat straight in the middle of the theater :P....The "cuddlers" can cuddle anywhere they want to but not in a cinema hall.......certainly not anywhere near me for god sake's :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601001319759933431-1409579048976336352?l=chotonscorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1409579048976336352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601001319759933431&amp;postID=1409579048976336352&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/1409579048976336352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601001319759933431/posts/default/1409579048976336352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chotonscorner.blogspot.com/2007/11/dhoooom-of-another-kind-p.html' title='Dhoooom :-&gt;&quot;Of Another kind&quot; :P'/><author><name>Anurag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02807534323931479616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/SgFHCuoxiGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h6LN37qC-2c/S220/anurag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601001319759933431.post-6537490424495473268</id><published>2007-11-09T23:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-10T11:18:38.690+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The "Che" phenomenon !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130902111217773954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwaKJnMSrXg/RzSgSRRv7YI/AAAAAAAAADs/YksgGjZ3oM8/s320/images22.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A year back I remember in my tuition class ......A guy asking me....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He:dude who's this guy????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:don't know maan........not in my coll .......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He:arre no .....not him .....the face on that guy's t-shirt .........who is he ????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now call me a noob or an illitrate ...but I too did'nt know who he was ..... :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:I don't know maan .......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A week passed and we two met in the same tuition class .....and believe it or not ......we said the sentence exactly at the same time ......dude that guy was che guevara !!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The face had stayed on our minds for a week .......we both had done some research on it .........such was the impact of the face ......such a cult .......This guy is more popular than Shahrukh Khan in Kolkata ......Died at the age of 39 .......A guy with such a following .....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No where to Run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No where to hide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's Do or Die !!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No that's not his saying .....infact a Para frm the Chak De India Title Track .....which kind of epitamizes the guy in the no:4 position of the most influential heros and icons list of the 20'th century in  the TIME magazine.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's kinda sad we don't have heros like him in India .......but the cult of che will always live onn .........LONG LIVE !!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;huh!&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sometimes what u want to do may not be possible everytime thanxs to our internet service provider...... :P &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanted to write this on the 21'st of October but then I saw a red cross at the right bottom screen of my monitor which meant it was'nt possible at that day ..........Hell It was'nt possible that month .......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a wave of International Artists performing in India...the latest being MISS "BOOTYLIACIOUS"..Beyonce... They were showing glimpses of her concert on ndtv ......Everybody was shown having a good time .........though I could'nt get a thing........I really thought it was too loud ......Blame it on me not liking her stuff....though her songs like "crazy in love" and "naughty girl" are there in my mp3 player ... :P.... I really thought the people came in to "see" Beyonce rather than to hear her sing frankly ..........I certainly would not pay &gt;2000 to just see her LIVE ...a dekho on the net or in a magazine is enough for me ..... :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enough of her......coz I thought the night of 20'th october was a real rocking night .......Sonu nigam had come to vashi to perform .....and what a night it was ......Why do we want international artists to come to india and perform ......though some should ...yes .......but when u have sonu nigam on stage .......there really seems no need of having them......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It began with some average numbers from him but as the night moved on it truly went frm moderate to hardcore ......It was similar to what he did last year but it feels as if he goes a notch higher as a performer everytime .........the "BIJURIA" track seems a very average track while u hear it but when sonu nigam performs it on stage it feels something else .......it's not everytime that a singer sings a particular song twice and the whole 20,000 crowd dance and clap with him on one particular song .......there were more songs to which each and everyone were clapping and dancing to.....it's a pity that a singer of his calibre has to sing emotional songs everytime ..... :(........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is nothing without his band though ........the band is super rocking .....I noticed one thing though ........Both the band and Sonu nigam himself have a tendency to repeat the same kind of performance ....It felt as if we were watching the last year's show .......The jokes cracked by Sonu were the same and the band repeated the roo-ba-roo song once again at the start ......I hope he and his band bring some thing new in their next outing .......hopefully next year ... :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a great void in the indian stage performances now-a-days but there are some who try and keep that void covered...I know there are rock bands like parikrama and indian ocean etc ........but if there is one guy and his band .....which sets the stage on fire it has to be ........Sonu nigam--- The true Indian Rockstar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S: A request to the organiser for next year .......plzz remove all the chairs that are there .........keep 
