<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757</id><updated>2011-11-01T01:13:40.537-07:00</updated><category term='loser TV'/><category term='crash'/><category term='San Diego'/><category term='music'/><category term='love'/><category term='hypocrisy'/><category term='McLaughlin'/><category term='Vegas'/><category term='growing up'/><category term='Bombay'/><title type='text'>Complicating Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-5408623503049224</id><published>2011-05-19T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T15:17:35.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Beer and a Sunny Day</title><content type='html'>The other day we cashed a check at home . Yes , at home.Simply scanned the check via the phone camera and deposited it in the bank, online!I knew that people have been doing this for a while now. However it never fascinated me as much till I got down to doing it myself.It is because I have not hated anything more than actually going down to the bank and depositing a check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have not set foot in a bank in years ( read 2 :p) . Honestly , I have never been a people person. Even calling Customer Service on the phone irks me. I 'd rather chat with them online. And the with the advent of social media, cutting edge mobile phones... absolutely everything comes home on my palm sized Android Phone .&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Things are moving pretty fast around me.You don't want to get left behind nor do you want to leave anything behind. Tricky world.Carrying the burden of dreams of aspirations definitely muffle the skip and hop you were looking forward to.I think I need a cold beer and a Sunny Day.And its not even Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-5408623503049224?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/5408623503049224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=5408623503049224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/5408623503049224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/5408623503049224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2011/05/cold-beer-and-sunny-day.html' title='Cold Beer and a Sunny Day'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-5698294994618166580</id><published>2010-05-03T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T11:24:46.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened .. Happened</title><content type='html'>This is one of the most used  lines in 'LOST' . If you don't really follow 'LOST',it could be a bit misleading , This is not a poswt about LOST . But there is a point I wish to make .&lt;br /&gt;   'Whatever Happened .. Happened' . We can try to change our past( thats possible only in LOST !) , however nature finds a way to lead us to the same destination... no matter what path you take .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Let us put this in the context of a 'normal' life. We are not zipping through time and parallel universes.But it still makes sense. &lt;br /&gt;Now it would be too brazen to say that there is never ever a choice. But I think nature has a funny way of nudging us towards things which are destined to happen :) . Now I do not particularly base this upon any life changing events in my life. Just the little everyday happenings. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Well.. ok... there have been a few life changing events in my life which appeared to be accidental . I look back now and see a pattern . But then I would never want to make the mistake of assuming that one cannot change whats going to happen . &lt;br /&gt;We definitely can .But if you are tired of wrestling life at every step ... no harm in sitting back and watch it do its thing . It will never be too long before you spot a shooting star as you lay on your back staring at a clear starlit sky on a warm night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-5698294994618166580?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/5698294994618166580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=5698294994618166580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/5698294994618166580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/5698294994618166580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-happened-happened.html' title='What Happened .. Happened'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-5598335631132766433</id><published>2009-12-09T01:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T16:08:04.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bombay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Diego'/><title type='text'>Roots</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I am listening to Himesh Songs from his latest flick Radio . The songs are not half bad actually.They sound non Himesh .Although I am not joining his fanclub on facebook .&lt;br /&gt; Supposedly he had himself operated and now he has two voices .. one nasal and one non-nasal( if thats a word! ) . And am I supposed to know this ? I will confess I occasionally love to take a sneak peek at Bollywood gossip . Not that I have left the hollywood gossip behind. tmz.com is my friend . &lt;br /&gt;  I still need to find out if Khloe Kardhashian is still happily married to Lamar Odom.Coz I did spot Odom in Vegas few months ago and frankly i don't know how Khloe Kardashian looks , but he was there with a girl .One of my drunk friends went up to him and said hi . She doesn't even watch Basketball !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   For now I am romancing the city of Bombay .More Bridges , more money and more friends getting hitched .I needed this break . I love San Diego , but i need to change a few of my equations with the city . To Bombay , San Diego and Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-5598335631132766433?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/5598335631132766433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=5598335631132766433&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/5598335631132766433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/5598335631132766433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2009/12/roots.html' title='Roots'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-5203908308060843818</id><published>2009-09-08T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:18:47.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McLaughlin'/><title type='text'>I've been around for a little over 20 years</title><content type='html'>I love songs about growing up.I love it when the Title of this Blog is asserted so strongly .Jon Mclaughlin , about my age . Glad I am can relate to people my age, and tolerate the others ;)&lt;br /&gt;The Song is called 'The Middle' from the album 'OK Now' &lt;br /&gt;  I love the album name. It just sucks the possible melodrama from a lessons learnt sermon.Haven't heard the rest of the album , but I hope it lives upto this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes&lt;br /&gt;I've been around for a little over 20 years&lt;br /&gt;And to anyone who needs advice on getting here&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me, the path I took was not exactly by the book, by the book&lt;br /&gt;I was too young to know and too dumb to figure out&lt;br /&gt;That you can lose yourself in all this traveling around&lt;br /&gt;When you reach a point of no return losing touch with lessons learned, lessons learned&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you now where i went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood is just another place I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to the middle where time stands still&lt;br /&gt;Let's get lost in those hills&lt;br /&gt;Live a little closer to what is true&lt;br /&gt;I'll be me and you be you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-5203908308060843818?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/5203908308060843818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=5203908308060843818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/5203908308060843818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/5203908308060843818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-been-around-for-little-over-20.html' title='I&apos;ve been around for a little over 20 years'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-3713985348914350818</id><published>2009-07-26T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:20:25.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hypocrisy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crash'/><title type='text'>Multiple Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He1&lt;/span&gt;: I don't think I can understand women ... or maybe can't get through to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He2&lt;/span&gt;: Dude... is this going to be one of those cliched toilet seat conversation ... thats shit man ... all that mars venus garbage ... all bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He1&lt;/span&gt;: We like to judge everything and everyone around us ... but when we have to live through it ... wait i guess we call that hypocrisy ... yeah thats the word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He2&lt;/span&gt;: I hate that word... though it suits this situation , it has a very negative connotation to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He1&lt;/span&gt;: Ok Mr. Psychologist ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He2&lt;/span&gt;: I don't care man .. u r the one who started this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He1&lt;/span&gt;: You are missing the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He2&lt;/span&gt; : Its simple, its a human trait ... and unfortunately we have promptly labelled it with a spiteful word .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He2&lt;/span&gt; : Its like that line from the movie 'Crash' - "You think you know who you are .. you have no idea" . I love conversations where i can quote from Crash ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He1&lt;/span&gt;:  I am generally very afraid when things come to the point .. where I can't make sense of anything. You beg  , you ask , you demand ... its like hitting your head against a stonewall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He2&lt;/span&gt;: Dude.. I am just your alter Ego.. if you don't have multiple choice questions for me... I am as good as your overflowing wastebasket .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-3713985348914350818?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/3713985348914350818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=3713985348914350818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/3713985348914350818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/3713985348914350818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2009/07/multiple-choice.html' title='Multiple Choice'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-4366845710542443149</id><published>2009-07-13T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T11:45:41.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamineyyyy</title><content type='html'>What a kickass song from the movie Kaminey . The song i am talking about is 'Kaminey' . What talent ... Gulzar and Vishal Bharadwaj actually use the word Kaminey in an extremely heartfelt song ... I am hooked ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Kya kare zindagi&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;isko hum jo miley&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;iski jaan kha gaye&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;raat din ke giley ] - 2&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;raat din giley&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;meri aarzoo... kameenee&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;mere khwab bhi... kaminey&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;ik dil se dosti thi&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;yeh hazoor bhi... kaminey&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Kya kare zindagi&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;isko hum jo miley&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;iski jaan kha gaye&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;raat din ke giley&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;[kabhi zindagi se maanga&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;pinjare mein chand la do&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;kabhi lalten de ke&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;kaha aasma pe taango ] - 2&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;jeene ke sab kareene&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;the hamesha se kaminey&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;kaminey, kaminey, kaminey, kaminey&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;meri dastaan... kameenee&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;mere raaste... kaminey&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;ik dil se dosti thi&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;yeh hazoor bhi... kaminey&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;jiska bhi chehra chila&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;andar se aur nikla&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;masoom sa kabootar&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;naacha toh mor nikla&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;kabhi hum kaminey nikle&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;kabhi dosti kameenee&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;kaminey, kaminey, kaminey, kaminey&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;meri dositi... kameenee&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;mere yaar bhi... kaminey&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;ik dil se dosti thi&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;yeh hazoor bhi... kaminey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-4366845710542443149?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/4366845710542443149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=4366845710542443149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/4366845710542443149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/4366845710542443149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2009/07/kamineyyyy.html' title='Kamineyyyy'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-5574352238029409891</id><published>2009-07-09T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:43:01.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shazaaaaam</title><content type='html'>Did I mention i finally got an iphone ? Well its been a while .&lt;br /&gt;My Life has changed. Why ? Its Shazam .&lt;br /&gt;The daily ritual in my car while I drive to work was to start the radio.&lt;br /&gt;Anytime a song played which I like , i would switch the record mode on my Nokia 6682 . Mind you the recording wasn't too great . I would go home , strain my ears to figure what song was it. Once I catch a few words, google the lyrics and find the song. :).&lt;br /&gt;But now all you have to do is start shazam , let it listen to the song , it gives the name , cover album and hell yeah even the youtube link to the song. Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;Life is getting simpler.&lt;br /&gt; Really ?ummm ... somewhere else... a new problem is lurking. I am growing up. I gotta do things which if I don't do know .. i will regret later. Suddenly I stop, look back, look ahead and wonder how am I supposed to figure this out. Then I look around , whoz done and how .  . I judge absolutely everyone around me and choose who I want to be . I just want to cruise along .. and then maybe suddenly shake things up ... do my thang ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the meanwhile me shall groove to the Madcon remix of Frankie Valli's 'Beggin' .... beggin beggin please....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-5574352238029409891?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/5574352238029409891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=5574352238029409891&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/5574352238029409891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/5574352238029409891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2009/07/shazaaaaam.html' title='Shazaaaaam'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-7238817099985192944</id><published>2009-05-31T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:04:40.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Both Sides Now</title><content type='html'>I just saw the season finale of House M.D. a few hours ago . They called it 'Both Sides Now' . I had heard the song a long time ago . It was good to find it again .&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful song by Joni Mitchell . Though i first heard it as a cover by Neil Diamond . His version is my favorite :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes :&lt;br /&gt;Rows and flows of angel hair, and icecream castles in the air, and feathered canyons everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;I've looked at clouds that way,&lt;br /&gt;but now they only block the sun.&lt;br /&gt;They rain and snow on everyone.&lt;br /&gt;So many things I would have done,&lt;br /&gt;but clouds got in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked at clouds from both sides now,&lt;br /&gt;from up and down, and still somehow,&lt;br /&gt;it's clouds illusions I recal.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know clouds...at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moons and Junes and ferris wheels, the dizzy dancing way you feel&lt;br /&gt;as every fairy tale comes real; I've looked at love that way.&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just another show. You leave 'em laughing when you go&lt;br /&gt;and if you care, don't let them know, don't give yourself away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked at love from both sides now,&lt;br /&gt;from give and take, and still somehow&lt;br /&gt;it's love's illusions I recall.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know love at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears and fears and feeling proud, to say "I love you" right out loud,&lt;br /&gt;dreams and schemes and circus crowds, I've looked at life that way.&lt;br /&gt;But now old friends are acting strange, they shake their heads,&lt;br /&gt;they say I've changed.&lt;br /&gt;Something's lost but something's gained in living every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked at life from both sides now,&lt;br /&gt;from win and lose, and still somehow&lt;br /&gt;it's life's illusions I recall.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know life at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-7238817099985192944?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/7238817099985192944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=7238817099985192944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/7238817099985192944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/7238817099985192944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2009/05/both-sides-now.html' title='Both Sides Now'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-3958836935237178379</id><published>2009-01-25T09:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:06:22.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dekha kya?</title><content type='html'>Lately .. I have discovered a very interesting thing about myself.&lt;br /&gt;I like every movie. Did I like Ghajini ? Yes . Did I like 'No Smoking' ? Yes. Did I like Chandni Chowk 2 China ? Yes . I mean I did not feel like leaving the theatre midway while watching any of the se movies.  I don't claim that any of the movies were masterpieces , but I was entertained.&lt;br /&gt;Mind you , its not that I don't appreciate  'good' cinema. I watch all kinda movies indies, arties , marathi, old English .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I sit on the first row to cheer Vivek Oberoi when he says ' Mai Marunga to tu Mar Jaayega ' in 'Dum' ( Btw I own this DVD :p) . And I don't forget my place on the last row as I quietly watch a masterpiece like 'Maqbool' in awe. Personally , I think Vishal Bharadwaj must be the most underrated individual in Bollywood . Anyways that subject warrants an entirely new post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  People expected a masterpiece from Ghajini . If you 'd seen the trailer and the well sequenced songs , you knew what to expect. Still people hated it coz it was too masala a flick coming from Aamir. Flawed expectations . Still its a super duper hit. Wonder how, since everyone I know who saw it , hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  While I was in India, I was amused by the reaction to Slumdog. Not that people hated it. But quite a few wondered what was the oscar fuss all about. A 'Traffic Signal' or a 'Salaam Bombay' ( haven't seen it yet) moved us. It showed the plight of the homeless kids in Mumbai . Thought provoking. Enough to make u donate to a NGO working the streets of Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I did not feel anything like that with SM . Coz the movie is much bigger than that. . Poverty is the premise , not the subject of the movie. Its hope.Its your classic 'Rags to Riches'.&lt;br /&gt;And everyone loves a R2R , right from the front bench to the back bench. And in this gloomy economy , just what the doctor ordered ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-3958836935237178379?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/3958836935237178379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=3958836935237178379&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/3958836935237178379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/3958836935237178379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2009/01/dekha-kya.html' title='Dekha kya?'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-1222872066298917491</id><published>2008-07-01T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:59:53.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maximum City</title><content type='html'>I sometimes surprise myself as to how shallow I can be ! But don't feel the least bit guilty .&lt;br /&gt;Thats another story .&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maximum_City"&gt;Maximum City&lt;/a&gt; ... a gr8 book after such a long time . Its funny ... how as I read about my own hometown ..how blissfully unaware I was of the horrors. Let me correct myself ... not unaware .. just indifferent.   Almost everyone i know who hails from the Maximum City wants to go back to Mumbai .&lt;br /&gt;Now , will they ever ... is a subject of another book :p . Its safer than the 'Capital City' in its own cruel way .  I think of this quote from the 'Walk the Line' ... when Johnny Cash addresses the  Folsom Prison Inmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt;:I got to tell you,I can't tell you how many shows we done... but this is the best audience we ever had.&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for that.        &lt;br /&gt;You know...standing back there in your&lt;br /&gt;shop, catching my breath...I come to admire you even more.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prisoners&lt;/span&gt;:Yeah!           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt;:You see, I never had&lt;br /&gt;to do hard time like you...          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prisoners&lt;/span&gt;:Yeah!         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt;:...although I have on occasion...gotten myself busted.Once in El Paso,I had this bag of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prisoners&lt;/span&gt;:Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt;:Oh...you heard about that?.You been in El Paso, too?.  Well, anyways...I felt tough, you know?&lt;br /&gt;Like I 'd seen a thing or two,you know?Well, that was till a moment ago...'cause I got to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;my hat's off to you now.'Cause I ain't never had to drink this yellow water you got here at Folsom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumbai ... Bombay .. Tomato ... Tameto .. .whats the difference :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-1222872066298917491?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/1222872066298917491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=1222872066298917491&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/1222872066298917491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/1222872066298917491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-sometimes-surprise-myself-as-to-how_01.html' title='Maximum City'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-2099327371108704055</id><published>2008-06-29T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T14:58:03.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything I do .. do it for you</title><content type='html'>How does it feel to have found that &lt;a href="http://www.kprifm.com/"&gt;Radio Station &lt;/a&gt; which pretty much all day plays exactly what you want ? Bliss all the time !&lt;br /&gt; I am so ready to have a Bumper sticker which says I heart KPRI 102.1 and I rock without rules.&lt;br /&gt;It works better than  &lt;a href="http://pandora.com/"&gt;Pandora&lt;/a&gt; for me ;) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Of course I listen to the radio strictly only when i drive . I am one of those people who can hear a song on loop all day till they get sick of it . One of those people who order the same thing every time they go to a restaurant and never ever get sick of it. Are there any of my kind ? :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Thankfully Radio Stations , Songs and food generally don't vanish in thin air( Though I can give examples of the 1st and the 3rd ).  But then there are things which do ... . And no matter how hard u try it seems u just can't do without them.&lt;br /&gt;Anybody got that Memory Flasher from MIB ? Flash it Flash it Flash it .. I am paying attention to what you have to say !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-2099327371108704055?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/2099327371108704055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=2099327371108704055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/2099327371108704055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/2099327371108704055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2008/06/everything-i-do-do-it-for-you.html' title='Everything I do .. do it for you'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-6046708034300066915</id><published>2008-06-10T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T14:15:32.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh ya Baby... 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I will get you ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-6046708034300066915?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/6046708034300066915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=6046708034300066915&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/6046708034300066915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/6046708034300066915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-ya-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-8726987855244486821</id><published>2008-05-21T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T15:07:52.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey in LA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 51px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0022981224226475083 visible ontop" href="http://songza.com/e/listen"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="114" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://songza.com/e/listen"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://songza.com/e/listen" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="zName=Loudon%20Wainwright%20III%20-%20Grey%20In%20L.A.&amp;amp;zId=j0k8-62524B55565967&amp;amp;zAutostart=false&amp;amp;zType=mp3" height="114" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-8726987855244486821?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/8726987855244486821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=8726987855244486821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/8726987855244486821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/8726987855244486821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='Grey in LA'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-5762544326211759099</id><published>2008-05-19T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T14:08:24.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's knocking ?</title><content type='html'>Not too big on GOD nor did I like the movie 'Evan Almighty' . What a waste of Steve Carrel ...&lt;br /&gt;   But there is this quote from 'GOD' in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me ask you something. If someone prays for patience, you think God gives them patience? Or does he give them the opportunity to be patient? If he prayed for courage, does God give him courage, or does he give him opportunities to be courageous? If someone prayed for the family to be closer, do you think God zaps them with warm fuzzy feelings, or does he give them opportunities to love each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Now that I have copy pasted it here ... it sounds mushy.. but I really liked it when Morgan Freeman says it to the Renée Zellweger lookalike ( who is pretty cute ) in the movie ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I did rather say we get only choices ... the blue and red ones. Some like the blue ones ... others the red . Its how you look at it I guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-5762544326211759099?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/5762544326211759099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=5762544326211759099&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/5762544326211759099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/5762544326211759099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2008/05/whos-knocking.html' title='Who&apos;s knocking ?'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-9109781013547847280</id><published>2008-05-08T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:17:58.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracy , Who art thou?</title><content type='html'>Dayyumm... and all this while I thought Tracy Chapman was a man!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-9109781013547847280?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/9109781013547847280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=9109781013547847280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/9109781013547847280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/9109781013547847280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2008/05/tracy-who-art-thou.html' title='Tracy , Who art thou?'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-5912392362432437155</id><published>2008-05-05T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:10:46.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>I love these things... tagged by the 'Flavors of Life'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last Movie you saw in a theatre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IronMan... it was ok .. but since it was the first day I had to watch the 12 am show... yawn ...not to mention the hour and a half wait in the line outside the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What book are you reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/1579549985/ref=ord_cart_shr?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;amp;m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;v=glance"&gt;The Abs Diet: The Six-Week Plan to Flatten Your Stomach and Keep You Lean for Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know ... vain ..  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Favourite Board Game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favourite Magazine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favourite Smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wet Soil ... after the first rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favourite Sounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of the Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Worst feeling in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not thinkin abt it . Not thinkin abt it . Not thinkin abt it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is the first thing I think about when I wake up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any new messages?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favourite Fast Food Place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surati Farsan ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Future Child’s Name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surati Farsan ? hehehe .. kidding ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Finish this sentence, “If I had a lot of money I would?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make a movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you drive fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Storms cool or crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What was your first car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mazda Protege 1991&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favourite Drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fountain Pepsi . :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Finish the statement, “If I had the time I would”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learn everything there is to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you eat the stems of Broccoli?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If you would dye your colour what colour would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue ! Heheh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Name all the different towns / cities you have lived in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thane , Los Angeles , San Diego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favourite sports to watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cricket, American Football&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. One nice thing about the person who sent this to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genuine. Emotional ? , Seems like a good cook, Heartfelt writings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Whats under your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleeping Bag.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Would you like to be yourself again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahaha... no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Morning person or night owl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morning person... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Favourite place to relax?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home on the couch with remote in my hand .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Over Easy or Sunny side up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunny side up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Favourite Pie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Umm...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Favourite Ice Cream Flavour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tender coconut!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Of all the people you have tagged, who is most likely to respond first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging&lt;br /&gt;Pd&lt;br /&gt;Thinker-girl&lt;br /&gt;ISkribbled&lt;br /&gt;Shake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-5912392362432437155?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/5912392362432437155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=5912392362432437155&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/5912392362432437155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/5912392362432437155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2008/05/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-2230842748234622664</id><published>2008-05-05T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T01:12:26.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who moved my bed?</title><content type='html'>A time comes in your life when you need a change. Everything around you is just fine. No complaints. Just that it gets boring after a while .&lt;br /&gt;  I moved my bed. sleep different now. Thats a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral : Move your bed , when your life doesn't . At least you don't wake up on the same side for a change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-2230842748234622664?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/2230842748234622664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=2230842748234622664&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/2230842748234622664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/2230842748234622664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2008/05/who-moved-my-bed.html' title='Who moved my bed?'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-1616789521831333688</id><published>2008-04-29T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:06:04.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's up Something's not</title><content type='html'>-My monies on the Lakers&lt;br /&gt;-The Chilli peppers now irritate me.However 'the zephyr song' is on the loop. hmm... I am growing soft.&lt;br /&gt;-I eat healthy now.Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;-I did not sleep at the movies this Friday. It was a late late show and I did not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;-I was lying in my bed past 11 , last sunday morning. I was well awake at 9.&lt;br /&gt;-I now have heavy breakfasts.&lt;br /&gt;-A shark killed a man in San Diego. Now everyone watches out for a fin.&lt;br /&gt;-Radioblogclub is still not up.&lt;br /&gt;-I dont drink soda everyday anymore.&lt;br /&gt;-Right now I see a Hot Air balloon from my office window.&lt;br /&gt;-My desk at office is well organized. The one at home is not.&lt;br /&gt;-I am listening to the 'the zephyr song'.&lt;br /&gt;- Songza is not too bad ... but not as good as radioblogclub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   All I think about is myself. I am a selfish a**hole . Maybe not. Who cares what you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-1616789521831333688?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/1616789521831333688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=1616789521831333688&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/1616789521831333688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/1616789521831333688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2008/04/somethings-up-somethings-not.html' title='Something&apos;s up Something&apos;s not'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-5328048057900864804</id><published>2008-04-07T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:52:06.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Parallel Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He    : &lt;/span&gt;I just felt I was like a couple of hours ahead you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;She:&lt;/span&gt; What does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He  :&lt;/span&gt;  Exactly my point.Add a few more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;She:&lt;/span&gt; You mean we are drifting apart ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He  :&lt;/span&gt; Oh I wouldn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He  : &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Never mind..back to where you were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-5328048057900864804?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/5328048057900864804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=5328048057900864804&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/5328048057900864804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/5328048057900864804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2008/04/parallel-universe.html' title='A Parallel Universe'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-7591427854635790871</id><published>2008-04-02T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T00:19:05.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I knowwww</title><content type='html'>Beer Mugs and Tall claims&lt;br /&gt;Mountain Tops and cushioned Falls&lt;br /&gt;Far Eastern Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Red, Yellow and Green&lt;br /&gt;In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you&lt;br /&gt;( "I know" a bit of TM ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="114"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://songza.com/e/listen"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://songza.com/e/listen" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="114" FlashVars="zName=Departed%20-%20Theme%20%28Billy%27s%20Theme%29&amp;zId=a2r3-sue8Kj7R1WQ&amp;zAutostart=false&amp;zType=flv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-7591427854635790871?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/7591427854635790871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=7591427854635790871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/7591427854635790871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/7591427854635790871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-knowwww.html' title='I knowwww'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-5104870452405623858</id><published>2008-04-02T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T13:52:10.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dhinchaak</title><content type='html'>My Latest Ringtone !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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  sic sic sic pleasure ... how about coffee with that ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-6443599868950131540?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/6443599868950131540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=6443599868950131540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/6443599868950131540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/6443599868950131540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2008/03/somewhere-here-and-there.html' title='Somewhere here and there'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-8670243676235771868</id><published>2008-03-13T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T18:28:35.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Starbucks Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt;Finally... we come around ... going out for coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;She:&lt;/span&gt; The Coffee pot is empty , Starbucks is just around the corner , I am sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt;So whats your Starbucks name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;She:&lt;/span&gt; What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He: &lt;/span&gt;Ya.. your Starbucks name, this is one place, as you stand in line for your coffee... you can be called what you want ... you are looking at 'Snoop Dogg' right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;She:&lt;/span&gt; And you are not happy with what you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt; Arggh... how does one get through to you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;She:&lt;/span&gt; Ok Ok ... Look into my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;She:&lt;/span&gt; Does it look like i care ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-8670243676235771868?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/8670243676235771868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=8670243676235771868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/8670243676235771868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/8670243676235771868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-starbucks-name.html' title='My Starbucks Name'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-6071274031606786174</id><published>2008-03-09T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T00:04:58.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video killed the Radio Star</title><content type='html'>When the radio plays that song you love. Or maybe you love the song it just played. That song which sums up all that goes on in your life !&lt;br /&gt; All you want is to 'loop' that song . But you cannot. Its the damn radio. You just have to take what it gives. We blame the radio for the way its designed. Why can it not play that song again ? Not a lot to ask for is it now ?&lt;br /&gt;  Its because you did not choose the moment . It chose you. When you play that song on your ipod ... you choose the moment and you can loop it forever . But when a song 'happens'. Enjoy it while it lasts.Its unfair to expect to play it forever. Who knows the next song which comes along .. probably sums up your life that was and life that will be ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-6071274031606786174?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/6071274031606786174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=6071274031606786174&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/6071274031606786174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/6071274031606786174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2008/03/video-killed-radio-star.html' title='Video killed the Radio Star'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-3226392451012180970</id><published>2008-03-02T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T19:37:00.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment'o'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What about people who say they take life as it comes ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;She :&lt;/span&gt; Liars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt; What about people who say live they only for the moment ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;She :&lt;/span&gt; Don't be friends with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt; And why should you decide who should I be friends with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;She :&lt;/span&gt; Because you are asking stupid questions. Because you need to figure a few things by urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt; I am trying to live in the moment. The questions in this moment need to be answered in this moment only . I don't want to abandon this moment . i want to take it by its horns  and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;She:&lt;/span&gt; I will be more than glad to abandon this moment.You take it whatever you want to take it by... horns .. tails... and since we are at it ...  listen to &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=9pS-ilSiVi8" target="_a"&gt;Rewind by Goldspot &lt;/a&gt; . There is hope :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-3226392451012180970?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/3226392451012180970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=3226392451012180970&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/3226392451012180970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/3226392451012180970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2008/03/momento.html' title='Moment&apos;o&apos;'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-953425303514896872</id><published>2008-02-18T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T14:26:10.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No TV for me</title><content type='html'>Well.. a lazy morning.. absolutely nothing to do all day ...&lt;br /&gt;I am watching 'The Shawshank redemption' for the umpteenth time playing on HBO with no commercials  at all. We could probably fit in the whole script under 'Memorable Quotes' in imdb and not a soul would complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0000209/"&gt;Andy Dufresne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: That's the beauty of music. They can't get that from you... Haven't you ever felt that way about music?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Not even close to the best from the movie ... that one. Well its about music .. :) .&lt;br /&gt;  Its like every time I watch the movie ... I am never tired of listening to what it has to say .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hope ? We got none here for me. The movie is done and I am about 20 minutes into watching 'Jerry Springer' . And I seriously don't know how did i go as far as 20 minutes without puking . Never Again ... Never again ... no hope for American TV ... no hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-953425303514896872?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/953425303514896872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=953425303514896872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/953425303514896872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/953425303514896872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-tv-for-me.html' title='No TV for me'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-6758435526314639842</id><published>2008-02-12T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T19:13:52.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixit</title><content type='html'>She: Hey , howz it goin?&lt;br /&gt;He: Pretty Good!&lt;br /&gt;She:Really?&lt;br /&gt;He: It is going exactly the way I wanted it go. Unbelievable but true!&lt;br /&gt;She:Dumbass .. Fix it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-6758435526314639842?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/6758435526314639842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=6758435526314639842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/6758435526314639842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/6758435526314639842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2008/02/fixit.html' title='Fixit'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-870199719780082824</id><published>2008-02-10T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T11:23:55.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are you?</title><content type='html'>All I can do is be me&lt;br /&gt;Whoever that is&lt;br /&gt;-Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give u a million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Would you be me... at this very moment ... right now..be me&lt;br /&gt;-BG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-870199719780082824?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/870199719780082824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=870199719780082824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/870199719780082824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/870199719780082824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2008/02/who-are-you.html' title='Who are you?'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-4964176763578195041</id><published>2008-02-05T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T09:33:23.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toss and Roll</title><content type='html'>I tossed the coin 50 times. They say ( Probability and all ) ideally I should get  25 heads and 25 tails.In reality, I may get  50 heads and no tails.&lt;br /&gt;  If i were a monkey I could probably toss up my tail. There is a 100% probability that it would still remain a tail no matter how many times I toss it. Well it wouldn't be a probability anymore, a certainty rather. A certain Australian would know better. Atleast a coupla thousand Mumbai cricket fans and a certain spinner paaji think so.&lt;br /&gt;       ok .. so the point is .... if I am trying to figure out something and if the answer to my question is binary, should I toss a coin? We use a coin when there is absolutely no way to resolve an issue. Well I don't have an issue , just a question . umm... I don't think I want to toss a coin. I did rather have someone roll the coin.  But I am not watching . My eyes are shut !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-4964176763578195041?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/4964176763578195041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=4964176763578195041&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/4964176763578195041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/4964176763578195041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2008/02/toss-and-roll.html' title='Toss and Roll'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-7200050619941374523</id><published>2007-12-31T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T00:55:29.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhishkyaaw</title><content type='html'>La Tortura. As we usher the new 'un .&lt;br /&gt;What truly saves our souls?&lt;br /&gt;Classy Action Movies&lt;br /&gt;Sabers and Golden revolvers&lt;br /&gt;Pigeons fluterring and time freeze&lt;br /&gt;the Governer not invited&lt;br /&gt;the cheesy one before the leap&lt;br /&gt;countless bullets with no names&lt;br /&gt;hapless window cleaners&lt;br /&gt;Jerky Cameras and third worlds&lt;br /&gt;and then there is music&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-7200050619941374523?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/7200050619941374523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=7200050619941374523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/7200050619941374523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/7200050619941374523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/12/bhishkyaaw.html' title='Bhishkyaaw'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-3765529419018599080</id><published>2007-12-17T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T22:44:33.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light to Light</title><content type='html'>I was driving out of work. At 5 , the light at which I have to take a left at, is always lined up with cars. Sometimes it takes about 5-10 minutes just to come up to the light.&lt;br /&gt;   Most of the times , like today.. I have no patience to stop and wait to take a left. I go any direction , which can just get me out of that place. Then I am not even driving towards my house.&lt;br /&gt;  I know there a few more lights on the new path I take . At 5 , they are crowded too.Which is not a surprise. So due to my impatience i turn a 15 minute drive to a 30 minute with no reduction in times spent waiting at the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Interestingly , I don't even learn a lesson. I do it again. Then I try to relate it to something going on in my life. I think hard . Real Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   In the end , I say Fuk it. I am just proud of myself , that I can still manage to complicate my life with such irrelevant ongoings. Who needs real problems?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-3765529419018599080?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/3765529419018599080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=3765529419018599080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/3765529419018599080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/3765529419018599080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/12/light-to-light.html' title='Light to Light'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-3169831444227852140</id><published>2007-11-23T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T16:22:23.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;There's a picture of a ticking Bomb on the left button on your car remote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;and Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do  buttons have pictures on them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;To show what they mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;You hate your car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Its a piece of shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya , I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Are you demented?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am paying you to figure that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Are you sure u may not press it by mistake some day .. I mean its literally on ur fingertips?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day .. I want to say  'oops' .... .. and frikkin mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Okkaayy... do u want ur money back .. I don't want to be your shrink anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-3169831444227852140?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/3169831444227852140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=3169831444227852140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/3169831444227852140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/3169831444227852140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/10/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-4386923998394333745</id><published>2007-11-08T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T21:34:40.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redemption of the Hopeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt;: I see the clouds are out. The sun is not. Everyone has their headlights on.And you my friend have your Sunglasses ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;: I know deep down the the clouds will part and the sun will shine . Its about Hope, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;: Remember ...  hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt;: Ok... mister ... now we all know that you have seen 'The Shawshank Redemption' .clap clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;She(again)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sacchi Bol&lt;/span&gt;.... new aviators na..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-4386923998394333745?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/4386923998394333745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=4386923998394333745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/4386923998394333745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/4386923998394333745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/11/redemption-of-hopeless.html' title='Redemption of the Hopeless'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-5598361071927707784</id><published>2007-10-30T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T23:39:32.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Limitless Paper in a Paperless World</title><content type='html'>I started off the other evening with a very good but an absolutely depressing movie . But I made amends :-) . What cracked me up during the TV marathon I had embarked upon was this scene from 'Scrubs' ( Yes PB , I havent got over it yet !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Dr. Bob Kelso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sits down at Cox's table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Dr. Cox&lt;/span&gt;( Highly irritated ... pointing to the back ): Come on Bob, there's an empty table right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Dr. Kelso&lt;/span&gt;: I'll leave for ten dollars.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kelso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hands him ten dollars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Dr. Kelso&lt;/span&gt;: Pleasure doing business. (He gets up and sits on table behind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I know most of you won't find it funny ..but you should have seen it ..LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only this , however for a change.. the ever annoying Michael Scott from the Office made a kickass commercial for Dundler-Mifflin. I did not hate Michael that evening. Thats a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I need to take a sabbatical from the tube. Really . I need to .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wpLmhctiTjY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wpLmhctiTjY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-5598361071927707784?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/5598361071927707784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=5598361071927707784&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/5598361071927707784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/5598361071927707784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/10/limitless-paper-in-paperless-world.html' title='Limitless Paper in a Paperless World'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-6766213553516575021</id><published>2007-10-22T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T17:50:13.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My City is Burning</title><content type='html'>Forest Fires raging all over. We are looking at the news . Most of the northern part of the city has been evacuated .&lt;br /&gt;   Relevant but interesting tidbit ..most of my colleagues with families live far up north in their own houses .  Some of the Houses have been burnt already . But all of them have had to evacuate as the fire spreads.&lt;br /&gt;   Us, the unhinged ones , live around the periphery of work in cheap rented apartments . We are waiting till they ask us to evacuate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     So what would you take if you had&lt;br /&gt;a) 5 mins to evacuate&lt;br /&gt;b) 30 mins to evacuate&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    You would never have more time than that to evacuate... classic case of denial ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I can put in everything I have, in my car . So the question practically doesn't make much sense.&lt;br /&gt; Really , I don't have much . If i had to run out with one thing .... it would be my Laptop .&lt;br /&gt;  And of course ideally , I should be running out with my passport and all the other papers ... but it did not come to my mind when the question first popped up .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I don't know . Should I be sad or should I be happy ? I have so little to hold on to ?&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps, there is so little I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to hold on to ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-6766213553516575021?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/6766213553516575021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=6766213553516575021&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/6766213553516575021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/6766213553516575021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-city-is-burning.html' title='My City is Burning'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-9057205179586202785</id><published>2007-10-19T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T23:01:12.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tring Tring</title><content type='html'>What do you do if you love your ring tone too much to actually answer your phone ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;I ripped this off the from one of the songs of the Band 'The Swedish Models' .... I picked up their CD when they were playing in a local show here ....&lt;br /&gt; I am sure many of us here wouldn't really love it.... but it does  make me not want to answer my phone :p ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aneeket.googlepages.com/04CuttinandRunninAndrewBernhardtAndr.wav"&gt;RingTone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-9057205179586202785?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/9057205179586202785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=9057205179586202785&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/9057205179586202785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/9057205179586202785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/10/tring-tring.html' title='Tring Tring'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-3150962430136861478</id><published>2007-10-18T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:55:28.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain go away !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/RxhViObF-kI/AAAAAAAABAI/fBqTt9ZijG4/s1600-h/10172007%28002%29-+warmify.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/RxhViObF-kI/AAAAAAAABAI/fBqTt9ZijG4/s200/10172007%28002%29-+warmify.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122938622609586754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        Its been raining . Unusual for this place . I dont like it a bit .I was surprised to know some people actually like this weather . Infact lot of them were very surprised that I was cribbing endlessly about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally hate it even more, because in Mumbai , after a glorious summer of holidays , it always used to rain on the first day of school.... arghh . Well I actually was happy it rained this year , when my mom had bought me  a triple folding umbrella  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cheated on the picture in picasa to make it look even more  gloomy . Serves  right to the weather !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again , do people find comfort in the fact that even the weather Gods have dark corners in their hearts?&lt;br /&gt;hmm... thats a sad statement. Maybe everyone just wants a change once in a while . Benefit of doubt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-3150962430136861478?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/3150962430136861478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=3150962430136861478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/3150962430136861478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/3150962430136861478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/10/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain Rain go away !'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/RxhViObF-kI/AAAAAAAABAI/fBqTt9ZijG4/s72-c/10172007%28002%29-+warmify.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-3267329206499435490</id><published>2007-10-11T19:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T20:18:00.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair &amp; Lovely</title><content type='html'>He: Life is not fair&lt;br /&gt;She: Why do you think so ?&lt;br /&gt;He: Because it's not fair... simple.&lt;br /&gt;She: Its because you expect too much from it.The man up there... he is weighing it out.You need to wait for your turn , buddy&lt;br /&gt;He: God ! Am I at a missionary ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-3267329206499435490?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/3267329206499435490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=3267329206499435490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/3267329206499435490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/3267329206499435490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/10/fair-lovely.html' title='Fair &amp; Lovely'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-3025168013777390287</id><published>2007-10-08T17:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:55:28.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Far out</title><content type='html'>Movie posters... they tell a lot ..dont they .. they can make the crappiest movies look chic.&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder aloud... what would be on the poster of a movie about me .&lt;br /&gt;        It doesn't have to be true to your life... it should just make it look intriguing... I am not saying good... the theme is intriguing....atleast for this '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If my life were a Movie Poster&lt;/span&gt; ' contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see a Deep Deep Valley . Really green .. like its just rained. I am sitting on a white fence ..very very white ...like its just rained.&lt;br /&gt;I am looking out into the valley. Looking far far out. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My back turned to the Camera . Elevated Shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And why. Because because because ...&lt;br /&gt;This is what I see when I look out of my office window while I am daydreaming !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/RwseHebF-iI/AAAAAAAAA_I/BLllHBT7wEo/s1600-h/10082007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/RwseHebF-iI/AAAAAAAAA_I/BLllHBT7wEo/s320/10082007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119218515211319842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 The valley is not green. Its not deep .  The Fence is not white.&lt;br /&gt;Never tried to sit on it.&lt;br /&gt;But yes , I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lost &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-3025168013777390287?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/3025168013777390287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=3025168013777390287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/3025168013777390287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/3025168013777390287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/10/far-far-out.html' title='Far Far out'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/RwseHebF-iI/AAAAAAAAA_I/BLllHBT7wEo/s72-c/10082007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-7075530841130375176</id><published>2007-09-27T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:55:29.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tissues , Highlighters &amp; time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/RwBbSubF-gI/AAAAAAAAA-g/HwEldhnBfeo/s1600-h/DSCN0480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/RwBbSubF-gI/AAAAAAAAA-g/HwEldhnBfeo/s320/DSCN0480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116189553950325250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: ( walks by the office door and peeps in )&lt;br /&gt;oh... whats that .&lt;br /&gt;He: I made it.&lt;br /&gt;She: umm... and that is because ...u have nothing better to do ?&lt;br /&gt;He: I made it while my computer was restarting.&lt;br /&gt;highlighters and a tissue.&lt;br /&gt;She : hmm....&lt;br /&gt;She: I am XXX&lt;br /&gt;He: I am YYY&lt;br /&gt;She: I know.&lt;br /&gt;He: I knew too.&lt;br /&gt;She : ( looks at the tissue ) You need to get a  life&lt;br /&gt;    you know.&lt;br /&gt;He: Between computer restarts?&lt;br /&gt;She: Yes&lt;br /&gt;He: Really ? The next time I restart we should go for coffee.&lt;br /&gt;She: the coffee machine's next door .&lt;br /&gt;He: Yes&lt;br /&gt;She:no, not interested.&lt;br /&gt;She:painting tissues...computer restarts.... thats too wierd.&lt;br /&gt;He: Starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;She:No.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-7075530841130375176?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/7075530841130375176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=7075530841130375176&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/7075530841130375176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/7075530841130375176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/09/she-walks-by-office-door-and-peeps-in.html' title='Tissues , Highlighters &amp; time'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/RwBbSubF-gI/AAAAAAAAA-g/HwEldhnBfeo/s72-c/DSCN0480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-1097536838324658131</id><published>2007-09-26T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:32:12.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreadful possibilities and the Wonderful impossibilities</title><content type='html'>I wake up . I goto sleep. I wake up and I cannot go to sleep. Then I think . Those empty moments which  bring up the dreadful possibilities and the wonderful impossibilities that would lie ahead.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  arrghh ...no no no ... it spoils my day .  These 'empty' moments they are scattered all over the day . Like when you are in the shower . Thankfully.... no one banging on the bathroom door... and mr mind wanders to 'what if' ..'would it' ... and there you go ..spoil the shower.&lt;br /&gt;  Then there is driving to work .Its all of 10 minutes for me...but trust me its lot...when I dont even have to bother shifting gears.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Also there is running ... when u run.. you want to forget the pain in your legs... there you go u into wonderland....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There is one filler thankfully to all of this.... 'music'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This reminds me I need a boombox or some for my shower..... till then it will keep killing my day !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-1097536838324658131?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/1097536838324658131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=1097536838324658131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/1097536838324658131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/1097536838324658131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/09/dreadful-possibilities-and-wonderful.html' title='Dreadful possibilities and the Wonderful impossibilities'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-2712128749966988376</id><published>2007-09-18T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T11:20:20.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I hate about you</title><content type='html'>I find 'hate' fascinating . As the number of things we hate grow , its only because we are discovering ourselves . Its good . Hate this and Hate that . Hate me. Thats a new thing you know about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its pretty brave to hate something . It's conviction . So lets hate . Lets hate that country, lets hate that movie, lets hate that race , lets hate that religion , lets hate that song . Make jokes about it . Can you joke about something you love ? No. So where does the humor come from ? Hate !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hate this post and move on.. for god's sake . But then I would love to know all those things you hate ... yup..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-2712128749966988376?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/2712128749966988376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=2712128749966988376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/2712128749966988376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/2712128749966988376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='Things I hate about you'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-122556162825113159</id><published>2007-09-11T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T13:13:47.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pill that is</title><content type='html'>I take the red one everytime . Every Fukinn time .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-122556162825113159?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/122556162825113159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=122556162825113159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/122556162825113159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/122556162825113159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/09/pill-that-is.html' title='The Pill that is'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-8088826012269603578</id><published>2007-08-16T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T18:14:13.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Runnin Runnin and Runnin Runnin</title><content type='html'>I recently got myself a Nano ipod. It had been on my mind for a while ...but it got stuck in the eternal struggle of 'Mind says yes and Pocket says no'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Eventually the pocket lost... poor pocket .. one day it will just turn it inside out and wouldnt throw up .You know when that happens ...it looks like it is sticking its tongue out to you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways ..my current problem is that with every music player comes the big question of playlists . What song goes first ? which songs go together ? How do I name the playslist ? what is the basis of classification of my songs into playlists ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So much headache no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going back and forth on many, I figured I just need 2 playlists  and thats all I have in my pod:&lt;br /&gt;a) When I run&lt;br /&gt;b) When I don't run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  and mind you my playlists are not namesake !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-8088826012269603578?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/8088826012269603578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=8088826012269603578&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/8088826012269603578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/8088826012269603578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/08/runnin-runnin-and-runnin-runnin.html' title='Runnin Runnin and Runnin Runnin'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-3051312877565592975</id><published>2007-07-28T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:49:39.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2003 revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was going through some old CDs which consisted of some data backups from my life in India 3 years ago . I came across this article I wrote in the 3rd year of engineering for my College Magazine 'Kshitij' . I dont know how relevant is it now ..but its a good read...brings back some memories .. this one's dated Year 2003 I think ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Boss,agale station pe utrega kya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Does this line sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;  Well, I think I am going to touch upon one of the integral parts of your daily life that is the ‘local trains’. Lifeline of all the true blooded Mumbaites.&lt;br /&gt;  U stand near the door and u get a tap from behind asking u whether are going to get down at the next station. If you are going to get down, well and good, or else you are hurled the choicest abuses (and I bet when u reciprocate like an asli mumbaiwallah, it still cant spoil either of yours morning. We simply can’t afford to.)&lt;br /&gt;For that eternal brush of breeze, you stand at the door,with one arm wrapped around the pole and the other clutching the rim and at the same time trying to hold your bag from falling off  and then u think about a new song u heard the day before ,humming it all along ,making your own space in the crowded train. Creativity in the midst of adversity ,huh!!&lt;br /&gt;You just make a mention of yesterday’s cricket match,and then you have views pouring in from all sides and everyone right from Sachin Tendulkar to Cameroon Cuffy is analyzed. It’s a movie u want to know about,no need to wait till a Sunday afternoon for how many stars it got  , you can catch up the story ,review all along your journey.Or it is the pretty face standing at the door next to yours which you see everyday with a hopeless hope. You don’t care about the glares of the uncles(who look down upon us due to the concession we get on our passes,and act as if they have  never been students) when u laugh out loud to a private joke along with your friend. They then lecture you on some etiquettes, we students are supposed to possess till the uncles’s friend most non-chalantly spits out(out of the train that is) the gutka he had been chewing all long. You pass a sigh of relief as the uncle stops more that the gutkha didn’t fall on you.&lt;br /&gt;The advertisements and posters pasted all along the compartment walls claiming to help you  in any problem in you life ,right from your sex life to getting a job. With a new breed of babas pioneering this new activity (still have to figure out why the name of every baba ends with the word ‘Bengali’)&lt;br /&gt;  And last but not the least ,there are the mobile wielders . This species believes that having a mobile peeking out of your pocket is the ultimate sign of affluence. Not only this, there also exists a strong urge to entertain ‘us’ fellow passengers with their unique mobile ring tunes. You are already worried about how are you going to gather those elusive 40 in the forthcoming examination and suddenly you have a ‘kuch kuch hota’ tune ringing right in your ears and the owner of the mobile answers the call taking his own time just to make sure that everybody has made a note it. Then blaring into his mobile, oblivious of his hapless fellow passengers, he announces his location. Not even a minute passes, that we have some other mobilewallah showing off his machine&lt;br /&gt; Hey, Doesn’t all this sound really exciting and amusing? Beware it is only the undying spirit of mumbaiwallahs, that makes this ‘hell running on wheels’ look and sound better.&lt;br /&gt;Actually all of us deserve much more than these overcrowded trains. Nobody probably has any time to even  think and realize that they actually travel in sub-human conditions. At times, there is no place to even keep your toes on the floor. Your nose probably savoring the ‘sweet odour’ of the sweat your neighbor is soaked into. Ignoring the glances of irate passengers who obviously feel your hand  creeping up to ‘wrong  places’, but there is little you can do than pray this ordeal ends soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;And as your station arrives,you are thrown out like an unneeded intruder,that is if at all you are near the exit,else you are met with dreaded ‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agale station pe utaro abhi&lt;/span&gt;’. And when u don’t mind being thrown out,hurled abuses at , or u actually learn to appreciate the bhajan numbers belted by the bhajan gang …..WAIT!!! you  have ceased to be a human……….u have turned into a mumbaite and will remain so till death may come to you………….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-3051312877565592975?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/3051312877565592975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=3051312877565592975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/3051312877565592975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/3051312877565592975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-was-going-through-some-old-cds-which.html' title='2003 revisited'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-1069966626185819464</id><published>2007-06-28T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:49:13.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you?</title><content type='html'>This comes from this nondescript song called 'Still Alright' by Adam Merrin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything starts to feel the same&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone around you seems to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to explain 'why' I relate to these 2 lines. But everyone's got their pair of lines......there comes along a song , a quote from a movie or something like it!&lt;br /&gt;We unknowingly seek such endorsements for our thoughts , our lives...rather something that is wrong with our lives. Well, I agree ... its a matter of perception perhaps reflecting upon your current state of mind ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as the song says... I hope it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Still Alright'&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-1069966626185819464?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/1069966626185819464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=1069966626185819464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/1069966626185819464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/1069966626185819464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/06/are-you.html' title='Are you?'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-1003648640863794136</id><published>2007-06-18T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T16:01:01.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3rd Spouse</title><content type='html'>There is a 1/13000 chance that I would meet &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/mentalmathandcatlover/taxi.html"&gt; Oleg, the Human Computer NYC Cabbie &lt;/a&gt; . And I did .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He told me the 'day' of my birth alright .. I was impressed .good job!...  He asked me the birthdates of my 1st and 2nd wives and promised that he would guess the date of birth of the 3rd one.  And having said that .... he promised he did play some Russian Rock music. He did that !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to his magic. I asked him if he could predict the date of birth of my future wife rather than the 3rd one.... I would tip even more handsomerly . He said , then that wouldnt be mathematics ...it would be stupidity .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about future wife.... somehow this strange but interesting quote from the movie ...'A bronx tale' comes up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Let me tell you somethin' right now. You're only allowed three great women in your lifetime. They come along like the great fighters, every ten years&lt;br /&gt;See this girl? Maybe this girl, she put wind in your sails. Maybe she's your first great one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hmm... 3 great women ... I like this concept .&lt;br /&gt;In a way it describes the vain male chauvinism and at the same time gives you the feministwaala vibes.&lt;br /&gt;  The 3rd great one... Mr. Oleg probably knows... and I will only know it if the next time I am in NYC and if there is a chance ( 1/13000 ) to be precise that I see him....he will look into his magic crystal ball mathematical mind ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-1003648640863794136?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/1003648640863794136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=1003648640863794136&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/1003648640863794136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/1003648640863794136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/06/3rd-spouse.html' title='The 3rd Spouse'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-882567778245231797</id><published>2007-06-12T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T21:07:21.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Messed up...big time !!</title><content type='html'>Its a bit scary when everything is going just right for you. When things are going exactly the way you want them to... mess it up a bit I say . umm...piss off your boss maybe ...&lt;br /&gt;   Then you are in control... you may have messed up ...but u r in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And then I was watching 'Training Day' the nth time .... and I wasn't too amazed that my sick mind was thinking about how cool would it be to be denzel. A kickass Evil Cop .... messing up people left and right .... and then when Zel says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The shit's chess, it ain't checkers" .. &lt;/span&gt;thats a very determined evil within him which fascinates me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Actually ... I would probably just love to end up as a lonely alcoholic playing music at a local Bar ...just like the protagonist in many movies ...before the Bad guys try to mess him up. And then its drop the guitar and pick the gun routine...bang bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well... thinking about it.... VP.. a 3/4 Bedroom house..kids..family..and a dog maybe..maybeeeee  ..but ...that aint too bad either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hmm...ya I ll figure that out...  one or the other..have 2 many options now... till that time.... every Bar you go to ...look around...  there will be someone familiar at the corner of the bar..playing something really soul stirring.. or irritating..u figure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-882567778245231797?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/882567778245231797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=882567778245231797&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/882567778245231797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/882567778245231797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/06/messed-upbig-time.html' title='Messed up...big time !!'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-5507386316605102651</id><published>2007-06-04T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:30:13.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's next ?</title><content type='html'>So I am growing up... my bday coming up.. I am growing up..yes.. I guess I have reached that part in our lives where we are scared that it wont be long before we are 30 .&lt;br /&gt;  And one day I will reach a stage where I will be scared of being 40 ... we ll get to that when we get there. Back to present.&lt;br /&gt;   I was wondering ... so what is next ... I ll get married ( I don't know whom to... thats one more scary question ) .. have kids .. so thats it? No... so what is going to be  my claim to fame...  will I create some awesome software which will enlighten generations of software programmers... thats not happening .. naah ! &lt;br /&gt;  So I come home today and switch on the tube... and here is what I hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BF654EXPFqc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BF654EXPFqc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Damn him... hez messed me up now ... hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-5507386316605102651?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/5507386316605102651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=5507386316605102651&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/5507386316605102651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/5507386316605102651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/06/whats-next.html' title='What&apos;s next ?'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-4487343258671583369</id><published>2007-06-03T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T20:16:54.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think he's gonna make it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V3pt2vom4vg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V3pt2vom4vg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    2 Goras trying to board a Local Train at Andheri station in Mumbai . I probably thought it would be a rather cliched scene...but i couldnt help laughing out loud ...when the Gora No.1 was cheering the Gora No.2 to get on the train .&lt;br /&gt;   And mind you he did well ... though I am pretty sure he had done this before...coz the finesse with which he did it ... totally betrayed the supposedly first timer effort .&lt;br /&gt;  They call it the 'Maximum City'...apt I suppose  and that is why I think i have had enough of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-4487343258671583369?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/4487343258671583369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=4487343258671583369&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/4487343258671583369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/4487343258671583369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-think-hes-gonna-make-it.html' title='I think he&apos;s gonna make it!'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-2131580751862991124</id><published>2007-05-24T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:51:19.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Slang</title><content type='html'>Out of garden State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0000204/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: You gotta hear this one song, it'll change your life I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering whats about it, that will change our lives.&lt;br /&gt;New Slang - Shins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_1" flashvars="id=1&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fradio.eatsomefish.com%2Fmanic%2F..%2Fsounds%2FThe%20Shins%20-%20New%20Slang.mp3&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to songmeanings.net ... one of my next fav websites after radioblogclub.com . Everyone writes about how this song is about someone thinking. Thinking about  how different their lives would have been had someone sticked around for a bit longer !&lt;br /&gt;  Its a great song.....will keep playing in your head all day . But ..change your life ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However ,it does state something really profound about our lives . I dont know about the rest of you .But, there are times when I want to sleep , but I cannot ... prolly I am just not gifted enough .Then I just lie on my bed , thinking about stuff . Just random stuff you have no control over...stuff which will not matter anymore .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am scared. There were decisions ,which  took  a split second. Decisions which if could have gone the other way could have changed  my life . In a good or bad way...doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I realise? Never has there been an alarm ring which I did not hear... never have I overslept...... and I know one day i will sleep for as long as I want to and fall asleep as soon as I close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I think ...all I realise is that this  song is probably just overrated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-2131580751862991124?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/2131580751862991124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=2131580751862991124&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/2131580751862991124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/2131580751862991124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-slang.html' title='New Slang'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-1244190220502793495</id><published>2007-05-15T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T10:40:06.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagini</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" enablejavascript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="340" height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C818655.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_7A214ED3.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-48809F1F.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_488D5931.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C115110.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_60BD8C5F.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2ED3857.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-351AAC0D.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_761F2B14.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_79AFF11D.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7A1E939A.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-4DC575A6.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2A5CA732.jpeg&amp;amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=GO-GETTER&amp;amp;lovelabel=LOVE BUG&amp;funlabel=CONQUEROR&amp;amp;habitslabel=BACK TO BASICS&amp;uid=321091-855e&amp;amp;srv=iwebcl5"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=321091-855e&amp;srv=iwebcl5" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://imagini.net/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-1244190220502793495?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/1244190220502793495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=1244190220502793495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/1244190220502793495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/1244190220502793495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/05/imagini.html' title='Imagini'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-215930386411584576</id><published>2007-05-10T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:26:42.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>How cool is it to personally know  the owner of a restaurant ... very very .. I think !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RO: kya bhai ...bahut din ke baad?&lt;br /&gt;W  : haan , aapke liye customer dhoond raha tha..ye kya dono ko leke aaya .&lt;br /&gt;RO( to us ) : Hamara to inke saath hasi majak chalte rehta hai.&lt;br /&gt;W  : haan ...aur sahab to hasi majak me kabhi kabhi bill bhi nahi lete ( I dont know if you guys found this funny ...but yours truly...LOLed )&lt;br /&gt;RO : haan aur kabhi kabhi hasi majak me thoda extra charge bhi laga dete hai ( more LOL from me )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RO : ( to W, while taking our order ) accha inka 2 naan , unka 2 naan aur aapka kya wahi regular na ...  8 naan  ( And W only in the morning had shared with me some of his ambitious dieting plans...for a change smartass W dint have an answer to that.. I relish those moments...hehe )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Trust me I had a long day and I am not getting much sleep nowadays...so I will LOL at pretty much anything .&lt;br /&gt;You know life is  playing jokes on you, when you wake up a whole hour earlier than the time your alarm is set for.  Yes , before you ask , earlier , earlier... a whole hour earlier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-215930386411584576?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/215930386411584576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=215930386411584576&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/215930386411584576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/215930386411584576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/05/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-4575834608492641598</id><published>2007-05-08T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:21:30.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Back</title><content type='html'>I agree it was too hot today ...but summer's back ...yay... I haven't ever been happier about summer . &lt;br /&gt;   We will greet it with a slightly inappropriate song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/aberfeldytheband"&gt;Summer's Gone - Aberfeldy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Okhaay... so who can tell me which recent commercial plays this song ? And also recommend a  good sunscreen lotion so that I can soak the  'Summhurr Spireeeet' without any sunburns..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-4575834608492641598?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/4575834608492641598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=4575834608492641598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/4575834608492641598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/4575834608492641598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/05/summers-back.html' title='Summer&apos;s Back'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-1954733463590291432</id><published>2007-05-07T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T00:05:00.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>94.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                            Earlier I used to be pissed off with the fact that Star 94.1 never played any music while I drove to work .. i.e arnd 9iish . Bunch of people getting paid to just sit around and chat and have a good time. The jokes never so funny ... but nonetheless when all of them laugh at one of their internal jokes till they fall of their chair... you tend to laugh too.. exactly the same way when one of your friends can't seem to stop laughing at one of the silliest jokes ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  Anyways , good start to the day if you are going to laugh your way to it..funny or not.. doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;                    The other day .. one of the RJs was talking about how some gr8 things your parents have done for you ..which you remember all your life ...probably your parents don't.&lt;br /&gt;He talked about a time when he was in school and he loved trains ( there weren't many when he was in school ) . His classroom overlooked a railway track and everytime a train passed by he would want to look at it .His mother knew this and she actually talked to his teacher to allow him to walk to the window to watch the train chug by.&lt;br /&gt;This meant the world to him ... and his mother actually went out of her way to talk to his teacher is something he still remembered after 40 years.&lt;br /&gt;                    Now though I know my parents love me and blah blah...but am pretty sure I would have gotten my ass kicked if I ever told my mother to do something like this. Different cultu res , different times ... so we will leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;                    I am glad that it will be a long long long time before I have to go thru the rituals of parenthood . Though i wonder would I be still blogging then... I can bet a ton of money on the fact I would never find someone who would want to hold onto every word I say and store it forever :-) .. so having said that .. I guess I will blog and blog and blog .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigur Ross - Olsen Olsen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_1" flashvars="id=1&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwithouthem.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FSigur%20Ros%20-%20Olsen%20Olsen.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-1954733463590291432?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/1954733463590291432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=1954733463590291432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/1954733463590291432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/1954733463590291432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/05/941.html' title='94.1'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-3421512823710624115</id><published>2007-05-06T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T23:45:37.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock the Line</title><content type='html'>Chris Daughtry does a cover of the classic 'I walk the line' .  He did an alternative rock version of a Johnny Cash song ..how cool is that . All this while he was an American Idol contestant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lJXwm150umQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lJXwm150umQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-3421512823710624115?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/3421512823710624115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=3421512823710624115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/3421512823710624115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/3421512823710624115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/05/chris-daughtry-does-cover-of-classic-i.html' title='Rock the Line'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-1923338065690008207</id><published>2007-05-03T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T00:14:08.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazzy Peel</title><content type='html'>And suddenly after all that jazz... I slipped over a banana peel ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slippery dippery Duck&lt;br /&gt;my ass went up the air&lt;br /&gt;Humpty Dumpty had a great fall&lt;br /&gt;ofcourse all the king's men were corrupt&lt;br /&gt;so they wouldnt help him up&lt;br /&gt;slippery dippery Duck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-1923338065690008207?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/1923338065690008207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=1923338065690008207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/1923338065690008207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/1923338065690008207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/05/jazzy-peel.html' title='Jazzy Peel'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-6009011782858987580</id><published>2007-05-02T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T23:55:29.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ye go Ye Maina</title><content type='html'>Ya Dhammal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E778w5laeaY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E778w5laeaY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-6009011782858987580?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/6009011782858987580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=6009011782858987580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/6009011782858987580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/6009011782858987580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/05/ye-go-ye-maina.html' title='Ye go Ye Maina'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-378458872745887233</id><published>2007-04-27T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T09:18:25.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ‘Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We’ll all stay skinny ‘cause we just won’t eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nickelback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If someone with a British accent would cover this , it could be my favorite song ever . say it...'Khaulest baurs'.&lt;br /&gt;There is one cool thing about my happening life. I realised that the range I get for my bluetooth connection is awesome . I was away in the lab today , vnciing ( not vincing ..hehe ) into the Laptop in my office and I actually downloaded  about 30 songs onto my cellphone  via Bluetooth .That was the high point of my day .....  preattie cool haan..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-378458872745887233?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/378458872745887233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=378458872745887233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/378458872745887233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/378458872745887233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/04/cause-we-all-just-wanna-be-big.html' title='Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-7203147881898657473</id><published>2007-04-16T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T23:27:20.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon....to a School near you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/04/16/vtech.shooting/index.html"&gt;30 people killed by a lunatic gunman &lt;/a&gt;... amazing how I manage to upset myself &lt;a href="http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-with-bang-literally.html"&gt;again and again&lt;/a&gt; when such horrific incidents are so commonplace around here !&lt;br /&gt;    As I write this ... they have not identified the gunman yet nor his motive ( as usual he is going to be some disgruntled goth kid... apparently.. having an amazingly easy access to weapons to wipe out a classroom full of students in 1 minute ).  I sometimes try to imagine what must be going on in the mind of the gunman as he continues to spew bullets onto people he has nothing to do with.&lt;br /&gt;  I felt like throwing up 5 seconds into that.... but then he must really really sick to survive for whatever amount time he was in there . Good he shot himself ... else they would have captured him .. treated him and then he would have been throwing up for the rest of his life !&lt;br /&gt; Reports state that  he was  young. What if he was below 18 or some? Would they have hanged  Columbine  kids  death had they not shot themselves after the massacre ? Those kids were like around 17 or something I guess.&lt;br /&gt;  But whats the point ? Probably some sad kid  is reading about this incident and  by now has a face mask , an automatic, unlimited Ammo ( god mode ) , some black jacket and enough self pity.&lt;br /&gt;  Coming Soon....to a School near you !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-7203147881898657473?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/7203147881898657473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=7203147881898657473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/7203147881898657473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/7203147881898657473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/04/coming-soonto-school-near-yours.html' title='Coming Soon....to a School near you!'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-289400024713286972</id><published>2007-04-13T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T01:08:52.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Litte PIgs</title><content type='html'>I don't remember what prompted me to read &lt;a href="http://math-www.uni-paderborn.de/%7Eodenbach/pigs/pig2.html"&gt;The Three Little Pigs&lt;/a&gt; again today ....which would be maybe just a bit less than 19 years after  I first read it!&lt;br /&gt; I felt sad again this time ..... that the first 2 pigs were bumped off . The 3rd Pig is happy at the end , but dude.......he just lost 2 of his brothers .... also what kinda mom was  she that she  let her kids off to be devoured  by a Wolf  ?&lt;br /&gt;             However I never asked these questions then ...lest people would think  I was too soft ;-).Also, I thought since its a story for kids... it must be only wrong to raise such questions.&lt;br /&gt;  Anyways , I am only waiting for Tarantino to pick this story for his new movie. What a classic metaphoric movie this would be . The last standing brother taking the revenge against a Crime Warlord in a Sin Citysque city .... ya I would pay to watch it .&lt;br /&gt;         I did watch his latest fare &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0462322/"&gt;Grindhouse&lt;/a&gt; ... honestly I mostly slept through it .I guess it wasn't the movie to blame ...but a good dose of my fav &lt;a href="http://beeradvocate.com/beer/profile/2710/6822"&gt;Jeremiah Red&lt;/a&gt; was enough :-). Whatever I saw of it........it did not make much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyways no song recommendation today ... due to  a special request ;-) .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-289400024713286972?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/289400024713286972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=289400024713286972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/289400024713286972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/289400024713286972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/04/three-litte-pigs.html' title='Three Litte PIgs'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-4067351610125623440</id><published>2007-04-12T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T10:53:04.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chal Chal hawa aande !</title><content type='html'>बस आज मन कीया  अपनी बम्बैया hindi मे ब्लोग लीखेंगे ।  तो तुम लोग बोलोगे की " क्या पका रहा है boss...?&lt;br /&gt;सुबह से कोई मीला नही तो चला blog लिखने ।"  पर क्या है ना अपुन को आज blogger मे ये hindi ka feature  दीख गयेला था तो अपुन सोचा try मरने मे कीसके बाप का क्या जाता है । और ये जो मात्रा थोडा इधर उधर हो गयेला है ना वो अपुन का fault नही है ...... साला ये सोफ्त्वारे मैच लफड़ा है solid । khalifukat अपुन पे blame game नही ख्लेने का क्या .....  नही तो साला तुम्हारे blog पे आके उधारीच खर्चा पानी दे डालूँगा समझा क्या ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nways , to compensate for such a bad blog listen to this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide and Seek --  Imogen Heap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_1" flashvars="id=1&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fclicpaint.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FThe%20OC%20-%20Imogen%20Heap%20-%20Hide%20and%20Seek.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-4067351610125623440?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/4067351610125623440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=4067351610125623440&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/4067351610125623440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/4067351610125623440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/04/chal-chal-hawa-aande.html' title='Chal Chal hawa aande !'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-874975654825421905</id><published>2007-04-09T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:00:42.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5</title><content type='html'>Listening to:&lt;br /&gt;Over and Over - Nelly/Tim Mcgraw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_1"  FlashVars="id=1&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fsweetpassion.free.fr%2F%2Fradio.blog.2.5%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FNelly%20%28Ft.%20Tim%20McGraw%29%20-%20Over%20And%20Over%20Again.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes in your life , you go home everyday at 5 . I will remember these good times ... sometime ..somewhere down the line :-).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-874975654825421905?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/874975654825421905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=874975654825421905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/874975654825421905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/874975654825421905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/04/5.html' title='5'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-5267534078955919763</id><published>2007-04-01T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T17:17:05.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>Listening To :&lt;br /&gt;Fear you won't Fall - Joshua Radin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_1"  FlashVars="id=1&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fgrey.anatomy.free.fr%2FMultimedia%2Fradio%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2F%5B2.22%5D%20Joshua%20Radin%20-%20The%20Fear%20You%20Won%27t%20Fall.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When he sings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Part of the beauty,&lt;br /&gt;Of falling in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;Is the fear that you won't fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It hurts . So when it hurts someone writes a song about it.&lt;br /&gt;But do you know what really hurts .. what really hurts is when you hit your elbow against the top corner edge of the front door of your car .&lt;br /&gt;  And you cannot even write a song about it ..  maybe in the country they do... but for me it will just hurt .. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-5267534078955919763?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/5267534078955919763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=5267534078955919763&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/5267534078955919763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/5267534078955919763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/04/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-3180477263653217402</id><published>2007-03-29T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T01:06:03.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going Home to the place where I belong</title><content type='html'>Listening To:&lt;br /&gt;Home - Chris daughtry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/daughtry"&gt; Listen to it here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today was a very different day. Last I visited India was one and a half year ago. I don't know honestly , what was it , but I never missed home/India after I came back . But today , I really felt that I should take a vacation back home earlier than I am planning to.&lt;br /&gt;  My Boss and his Boss , both visited India last month and ofcourse there were pictures to be shown.It all came back ... rickshaws , Horn-Please-OK Trucks , loads and loads of people everywhere , Taj Mahal , narrow roads , Qutub Minar ... and the realisation that I had unknowingly blocked it all .&lt;br /&gt;    I counted every effing day during my first one and half year before I could go home .Then after I graduated and got a job , I guess everything just got lost on me. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Now I realise , living back home for 22 years wasn't so much of an experience but going back is going to be a helluva one and for a change the song I recommend ,for once ,has something to do with the post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-3180477263653217402?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/3180477263653217402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=3180477263653217402&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/3180477263653217402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/3180477263653217402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-going-home-to-place-where-i-belong.html' title='I am going Home to the place where I belong'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-2786101706712920182</id><published>2007-03-26T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T23:35:57.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dho Daala.</title><content type='html'>Listening To:&lt;br /&gt;Overkill - Colin Hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_1"  FlashVars="id=1&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Foriion.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FColin%20Hay%20-%20Overkill.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this I have to pick up my clothes from the dryer in exactly 10 minutes .&lt;br /&gt;So this is a kind of a transit post. &lt;br /&gt;  I discovered this a coupla weeks ago. As I was washing my hands in the restroom ( at work ) , someone else came up next to me , i.e to the faucet next to mine . Now , not everyone would agree, but hygiene is a time sensitive issue fosho.You will soon know what am I talking about .&lt;br /&gt;  Now I watched the other guy with a sly sideway look , ofcourse the mirror helped.&lt;br /&gt;I had been washing my hands before he arrived . So by rule I should be the one who should be done earlier than he did , so as to maintain the hygiene equilibrium .&lt;br /&gt;But I wouldn't get done . I scrubbed my hands harder and longer .&lt;br /&gt;  This was a great move by the yours truly to throw a fellow man off his washing game. He tried to hang around a  bit longer at the wash basin , but the uneasiness was evident . Finally he gave up . And now ofcourse I need to go and pick up my clothes from the dryer .&lt;br /&gt;  Before I go , there are no copyright issues if you want to try the above stunt at your workplace . Bass dho daalo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-2786101706712920182?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/2786101706712920182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=2786101706712920182&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/2786101706712920182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/2786101706712920182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/03/dho-daala.html' title='Dho Daala.'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-6542187287416505290</id><published>2007-03-26T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T11:27:57.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing Blog Post via Email</title><content type='html'>So this is how it is done!&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;Aneeket Patil&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aneeket.com"&gt;http://www.aneeket.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-6542187287416505290?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/6542187287416505290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=6542187287416505290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/6542187287416505290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/6542187287416505290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/03/testing-blog-post-via-email.html' title='Testing Blog Post via Email'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-6787664392153378315</id><published>2007-03-25T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T14:31:48.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like Black Coffee</title><content type='html'>Listening to&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Coffee - Everlast &lt;br&gt; &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_1"  FlashVars="id=1&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fvinzc.free.fr%2Ftmp%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2F04-Black_Coffee-Everlast.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also , today I found out that J.D. from Scrubs is actually really cool in real life ( I did not know he made Garden State and he created Scrubs too. That hurts a bit ... scrubs shall never be the same again :-( .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE :- Now that nemo told me Zach Blogs ... I read it ... I think if he were a Doctor in real life.....it would be exactly like Scrubs, so Scrubs will be the same and much more .... yey for Zach !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-6787664392153378315?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/6787664392153378315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=6787664392153378315&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/6787664392153378315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/6787664392153378315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-like-black-coffee.html' title='Just Like Black Coffee'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-8440622975833880718</id><published>2007-03-18T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T17:13:10.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wats happening !!!</title><content type='html'>And now Woolmer dies. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;  Yesterday was the worst day ever. They will have to wait for another 4 years .Thats a long time :-( .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   About us , I am still rooting for the men in blue. I don't have a choice really. No, we cannot exit in the first round . I was not prepared for this . 4 years is a very very long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Also , on a lighter note , who will watch WC if both of them are out in the 1st round.&lt;br /&gt;At least I won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-8440622975833880718?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/8440622975833880718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=8440622975833880718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/8440622975833880718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/8440622975833880718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/03/wats-happening.html' title='wats happening !!!'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-3566965906870850536</id><published>2007-03-18T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T03:52:31.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nor Do I !</title><content type='html'>LOL ( with a sad realization )&lt;br /&gt;@  March 17, Saturday , 2007 , Jamaica&lt;br /&gt;@  March 17, Saturday , 2007 , Trinidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It is the only sport we play across the 2 nations .One of them is 1 Billion strong ( !? ) and the other , I dont know if they even count ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-3566965906870850536?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/3566965906870850536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=3566965906870850536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/3566965906870850536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/3566965906870850536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/03/nor-do-i.html' title='Nor Do I !'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-2354648041228601407</id><published>2007-03-11T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T22:33:42.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loser TV'/><title type='text'>Dekhte hi reh jaaoge !</title><content type='html'>I have been watching way too much TV over the past 1 week . I mean it has never been this bad.I absolutely neglected everything else ... was up late . Addicted , yes you can say that .&lt;br /&gt;   Anyways , the question is what do i watch on TV ? I am a guy , so obviously sports na ..with the BasketBall season all heated up . But noooh .... I watch sitcoms... Friends , Everybody loves Raymond , Scrubs ,CSI and the list goes on. I just cannot watch sports on TV ... I did rather play them .&lt;br /&gt;    I realised , people love the losers . Almost every funny serial has a loser for a protagonist . Take J.D from Scrubs , we love him , we root for him , but he is the loser . He will mess up things , never get the girl he likes and Dr. Kelso will screw him every single time . All us losers  , love a one of our kind out there , on  national TV . Ok , you dont have to count urself amongst 'us' losers if that makes you feel happy .&lt;br /&gt;  Then we have Ray Barone from 'Everybody loves Raymond', Eric Forman from 'Thats 70s Show'.... the list goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I have recently become a gr8 fan of Scrubs. It is like a fantasy crap setup in a Hospital with dysfunctional  interns and doctors along with  a funky janitor who no one knows anything about. &lt;br /&gt;    It is 29 minutes of whish whoosh humor , it will come so fast ( and I mean literally ) that you can't laugh and stop ( whatever that meant !). And then in the last minute , a beautiful song plays and J.D. says something kickass that we suddenly  find meaning in all the 29 minutes of madness that just passed us.&lt;br /&gt;  Anyways enough of T.V. gyaan... all I know that I need to get life soon...real soon...damn u T.V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-2354648041228601407?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/2354648041228601407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=2354648041228601407&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/2354648041228601407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/2354648041228601407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/03/dekhte-hi-reh-jaaoge.html' title='Dekhte hi reh jaaoge !'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-1670477400403417736</id><published>2007-03-05T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T00:03:47.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The winner is.....</title><content type='html'>In recent times , I guess the only thing which has lived up to my expectations and more is my cellphone . I am not a huge gadget fan and do not believe in splashing money on fancy gizmos. I still dont own an ipod .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Lets talk about my cellphone . I can make calls alright. I pay about 60 bucks a month for my cellphone plan . I get a measly 450 minutes to talk and a grandiose unlimited Data plan . The data plan is which keeps my baby rocking .&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   I have google maps. Thats cool . I can be any fucking where, all I need is my cellphone . Pop in your address and voila , my cellphone gives a map and detailed directions to your place .I have proven from time to time the importance of this thing to a lotta ppl , when were lost in some backward state and also during our trip to the sin city .Trust me , i am not a gr8 fan of GPS Navigation ( the Technology kicks ass , but the price does that too , literally )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now  I can check gmail , orkut and follow Des ka cricket scores and all that while I am brushing my teeth . The best is that I  can sync my office/work outlook calendar to my cellphone calendar . So if I am not at my desk and there is a meeting my dude reminds me of it and I all I got to do is bluetooth it with my Lappy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Then it has those regular features which kickass with my 2 GB add on card I put in ....like Camera , Music player , Sound Recorder ( I love this as I have this habit of recording songs I listen to on my car radio , so that i can look them up later and possibly download them ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I had this free subscription to Mobity for a while. I was watching MTV on my cellphone ...taddaaaa....Icing on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And last week was the winner of all . I downloaded this rocking application which lets me make/accept calls from Skype/gtalk/msn .I was amazed . &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  I am a goddamm engineer and I sound so ungeeky . I am glad that comes naturally to me.... hehehe.. &lt;br /&gt;  So thanks to my cellphone , you have done well enough for the past 4 months that I have owned you and the kinda money I paid for you ( that is nada ) .I am proud of you......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-1670477400403417736?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/1670477400403417736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=1670477400403417736&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/1670477400403417736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/1670477400403417736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/03/winner-is.html' title='The winner is.....'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-7725808359955700296</id><published>2007-01-01T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T01:11:04.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was trying out the Picasa Web Album embedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice sunny day outside my apt in San Diego......this is 22nd December....we shine on gloriously............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aneeket/VegasByNevil1/photo#5014940886454642338"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/aneeket/RZimKnq2JqI/AAAAAAAAABs/F_0TvZVt_i4/s288/Picture%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:66%; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aneeket/VegasByNevil1"&gt;Vegas by Nevi...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-7725808359955700296?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/7725808359955700296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=7725808359955700296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/7725808359955700296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/7725808359955700296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2007/01/was-trying-out-picasa-web-album.html' title=''/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-182545705084067497</id><published>2006-12-31T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T16:37:47.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The President Dies</title><content type='html'>They hanged him . I never believed they would . I know he gassed a thousands of kurds and was a dictator , his elder son was a cruel tyrrant psychopath , the younger one was smart enough to not let us know that he prolly was worse than the other .&lt;br /&gt;               All of that and I still  feel strange that the whole world in unison decided to 'execute' one of the world's most important figures . For god's sake he was no terrorist , he was the lawfully elected president of a goddamn country . He was a secular leader , highly instrumental in modernizing Iraq .... blah blah . So he did have a good side . I am not endorsing his actions , but for all i know , there are and have been many dictators worse than him .&lt;br /&gt;Today , his hanging is a spectacle for all to watch . He was 'tried' by his own countryls judicial system they say . But we all know what its all about and I have no intent of discussing that , let us leave it to some magazine which sells a million copies in a free country .&lt;br /&gt;              Then I blame him too , why did he get caught or why dint he kill himself before he got caught ? If I as a non Iraqi feel so disturbed , I could imagine how much would it hurt any self respecting Iraqi . I hear most Iraqis being happy about , but then there is blindfold called CNN which we wear here .... so thats pretty much about what I could guess .&lt;br /&gt;     Watever it is , tho I believe justice has been served and its only good that he is no more .......but you dont hang him on my TV !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-182545705084067497?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/182545705084067497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=182545705084067497&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/182545705084067497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/182545705084067497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/12/president-dies.html' title='The President Dies'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-116288475741992110</id><published>2006-11-06T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:32:37.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maui Jim</title><content type='html'>I was a King , I lost my kingdom&lt;br /&gt;I was a politician , I lost my cabinet berth&lt;br /&gt;I was Karan Johar , I lost Shahrukh Khan ( sorry for the abberation )&lt;br /&gt;I was Quentin , I lost the mexican standoff&lt;br /&gt;I was shaq , I lost my free throw ( heheh gotcha.. ok lets make it slam dunk )&lt;br /&gt;I was Anu Malik , I lost my originality ( ok sorry sorry ...lets get serious again )&lt;br /&gt;I was a lover , i lost my love&lt;br /&gt;I was someone , who always lost something &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do i say all this ? because it makes me feel better when i say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am me , and i lost &lt;a href="http://www.sunglasshut.com/sghus.cfm?dir=templates&amp;page=productpage&amp;nproductid=158902&amp;sitecategory=sunglasses"&gt;Maui Jim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-116288475741992110?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/116288475741992110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=116288475741992110&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/116288475741992110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/116288475741992110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/11/maui-jim.html' title='Maui Jim'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-116254098831915048</id><published>2006-11-02T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T10:55:29.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigger Picture</title><content type='html'>I am a weak man&lt;br /&gt;I do not make a difference&lt;br /&gt;I do not voice my opinion about things I think are wrong&lt;br /&gt;I conform to the world&lt;br /&gt;I conform to my society&lt;br /&gt;I conform to my religion&lt;br /&gt;I conform , therefore I am a good man , a good son , a good student , a good teacher&lt;br /&gt;I do not pay a price &lt;br /&gt;I live in an ignorant and a cliched bliss&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone &lt;br /&gt;I live in hordes&lt;br /&gt;I live in harmony.&lt;br /&gt;This harmony suffocates him&lt;br /&gt;This bliss kills him&lt;br /&gt;To live , he speaks&lt;br /&gt;I listen , all of us do&lt;br /&gt;we have a new harmony ,a new bliss&lt;br /&gt;We start again , we conform &lt;br /&gt;There is no ending&lt;br /&gt;there is no ever after.&lt;br /&gt;therein lies the bigger Picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-116254098831915048?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/116254098831915048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=116254098831915048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/116254098831915048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/116254098831915048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/11/bigger-picture.html' title='Bigger Picture'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-116184694097351068</id><published>2006-10-25T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T00:15:41.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow Up and buy your own Shit !</title><content type='html'>I went to this 'Toy Shop' section to buy a gift for my 1 year old nephew . &lt;br /&gt;Damn , did you guys know , they have Super Kool ( yes with a 'K') Kick-ass Gi-Joes models now....damn its been a long time. I remember I had a 'Snow Job' and I think 'Snake Eyes' .... actually I may still have them , because I dont remember breaking any of my toys . That is if , my mom took me seriously when I told her that she needs to 'KEEP' my Remote Control Porsche , my Legos , my Gi-Joes , He-man ,Hot Wheels , my Wooden Harley Davidson ... ok ok I ll stop . &lt;br /&gt;    When i used to go with my parents to a Toy Shop , I always was a nice kid  ,who used to look at the price-tag before asking for a toy . I was reasonable , because I believed that one day when I grow up , I ll have enough money to buy any Toy I want.&lt;br /&gt; Many of us grow up , not loving toys anymore . I have grown up too ( Don't Laugh !) But did not feel like one when I walked up in the 'Toy Section' . I saw little boys being dragged away from the 'Hot Wheels' section by their moms . I saw little boys trying to convince their moms as to why should 'Snake Eyes' be a part of their collection.&lt;br /&gt;  Moms have a simple math that if u have 4 Gi-Joes at home , they are enough to play with. Mr. 'Snake Eyes' or 'Black Eyes' whatever he is called can stay in the shop for a while.&lt;br /&gt;    I felt sorry for the kids really. I was planning to buy something for myself , but I knew , seeing it in my hand is going to break some kids heart as he sees my carrying it out of the Shop . Herez some to the Kid&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry Kiddo , I am earning my own Heavily Taxed , kick ass money .... I can now buy any toy in the world . Grow up and buy your own shit. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-116184694097351068?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/116184694097351068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=116184694097351068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/116184694097351068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/116184694097351068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/10/grow-up-and-buy-your-own-shit.html' title='Grow Up and buy your own Shit !'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-116106760019618283</id><published>2006-10-16T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:49:12.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paapi nagariya starring Brucebhaiya Williswaale</title><content type='html'>Yes ,I finally saw 'Sin City' after one whole year of it being released , I think .&lt;br /&gt; I had gotten excited about , since I first saw its trailer last year . This is one movie I dint want to miss last year . But I missed it .... saw many other crappy movies , but not one . Once I even attempted to buy the DVD , but later cancelled the order as i realised I couldn't afford it .&lt;br /&gt;     Anyways , stories apart . The question is did I like it ? Well , I dont hold anything against someone who would think this is the crappiest movie ever made. &lt;br /&gt;  One of the critics on &lt;a href="http://wwww.rottentomatoes.com"&gt;RottenTomatoes&lt;/a&gt; says &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s violent, it’s sexist, it’s clichéd and it’s trashy. And for once those are all plus-points&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Yes it is extremely violent , Mithun da stuff....yet its above it....it  is Tarantinoiish violent . Its cliched ...yess...its dialogues are like the ones written by 'Prem' featuring Bad Boys like 'Raka' and Superheroes like 'Sabu' . I dont know what he means when he says it is trashy . Maybe it is .&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      I saw it twice the same day . I know thats like liking it too much . Lately I have gotten into this bad habit of writing long posts , when hardly anyone is reading it . So keeping it short and sweet , and so not in the spirit of the movie .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-116106760019618283?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/116106760019618283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=116106760019618283&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/116106760019618283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/116106760019618283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/10/paapi-nagariya-starring-brucebhaiya.html' title='Paapi nagariya starring Brucebhaiya Williswaale'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-116072452129981834</id><published>2006-10-13T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T00:28:41.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint</title><content type='html'>I wouldnt mind misery....if and only if it wasnt my fault . I can live with it.&lt;br /&gt;I am a saint....maybe Baby...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-116072452129981834?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/116072452129981834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=116072452129981834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/116072452129981834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/116072452129981834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/10/saint.html' title='Saint'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-116063963208681023</id><published>2006-10-12T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T00:53:52.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Endorsing Knoppix ?</title><content type='html'>Am I endorsing Knoppix ?....nope .. no... not that I dont want to ....basically i dont care...I hardly even know what it is ...some flavor of Linux.... &lt;br /&gt;  So why do i put it up as a background of my 'famous' blog which thousands of people visit everyday.... My original 'fiery' background was hosted by my USC Web space. I graduated and my USC account expired and I suddenly had a white background...I was not loving it.....&lt;br /&gt;       Given the length of my previous blog , niether were you.Darn I dont even know when to start a new paragraph..... rusty has become this blogger i call me.&lt;br /&gt;    I am high on something...very evident...I can see it and u can read it. Ok this is the third time I am writing this line and I am not deleting it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I called this liveBlogging a couple of months ago....what am I trying to do? Desperately trying to be funny and be quick at that . Today , I dedicate this blog to a friend of mine , who wouldnt believe I had a blog . I explained him some of my philosophies during Lunch . I actually named one of them as 'Bladder release' theory.&lt;br /&gt;   It was extremely impolite of me to have breached such a topic during Lunch . Actually i had finished my Lunch abt 10 minutes before he could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the Story : When u have lunch with me....make sure u finish it before me ...if u really do not want to know about the bladder release theory .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-116063963208681023?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/116063963208681023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=116063963208681023&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/116063963208681023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/116063963208681023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/10/am-i-endorsing-knoppix.html' title='Am I Endorsing Knoppix ?'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-116002066507738207</id><published>2006-10-04T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T21:20:37.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back .... with a bang ...literally !</title><content type='html'>Its been a while isnt it....hmm.... I genuinely wanted to post something illogical and incomprehensible like I always do...but due to lack of issues I am going to be a bit serious today .&lt;br /&gt;        I remember , when I was young , I think 2nd Standard or somewhere around that.....my Mom read me out an article from a Marathi magazine , Lokprabha. It talked about how &lt;a href="http://www.gluckman.com/camelracing.html"&gt; children Jockeys were used for Camel Races in Gulf Countries&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;        It was pretty horrible to hear that kids my age were kicked around and at times trampled by camels during these races . And most of them from the Asian subcontinent . I was really disturbed .... I used to pester my mother asking why cant we do something about this ? I was thinking about this all the time. My mom eventually got fed up and said she is never ever going to discuss anything like this with me again. &lt;br /&gt;        It was turning out to be a nightmare for her . Damn , wasnt I too young to be hearing all this anyways ....hmm some pointers for mom .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      So the point is , I very closely follow all sensational news here in US .It was a couple of weeks ago ... some &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/americas/09/14/montreal.shooting.ap/index.html"&gt;3rd Gen Desi Kid in Canada start shooting in his school&lt;/a&gt; and killed one ...for no reason at all. I saw his myspace page , his photos . It was eerie to imagine this is the very kid who did something very horrible .&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      I went back and reread about the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Columbine_High_School_massacre"&gt;columbine shooting&lt;/a&gt; which i dunno occured maybe 5 or 6 years ago...dont remember bcoz thats not the point . I wikied it and even heard the 911 Tape of a teacher , in which u can hear the shots being fired in the background . Again very eerie.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      All this on my mind and I see this breaking news on CNN ,&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/09/29/wisc.shooting.ap/index.html"&gt; 50 year old guy holds 2 girls Hostage in a school&lt;/a&gt; by entering an ongoing class. I read the next day , that he molested them and shot one of them dead. I again read about him , read about the girl he shot dead. All this for no reason at all . He could have always gone to hooker/Mistress to have his fantasies fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      Wait , America , u dint have enough of this yet . The next day a &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/09/29/wisc.shooting.ap/index.html"/&gt;High School Kid shoots his Principal to death &lt;/a&gt; .... because he reprimanded him or something . Again no solid reason.... he had a gun , did not know what better could he do !&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;     OK, now u think the blog is too long and this guy is still yapping , wait I am not cutting my crap yet . &lt;br /&gt;     America is really having it . Couple of days ago , when the country is still not over the previous shocks ,  one guy enters a one room school with a gun , shoots 6 girls to death execution style . Why ? He writes in his suicide note..he is angry with god , he is having molestation dreams because of something he did 20 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     I read all this and try to imagine how sick some people are , sometimes very very sick. The Last story touched me more, because it was an attack on an Amish School . For those of you who dont know , &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amish"&gt;Amish religion&lt;/a&gt; is a peace loving religion who shun a modern way of living, as their religion does not allow them to conform the World. They do not want to be a part of a sick material World. The Shooter chose the Amish school because it was close to his house.&lt;br /&gt;     Today I feel disturbed, exactly like I did when I heard the Camel story . Its not my Mom this time , but its my blog which bears the brunt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-116002066507738207?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/116002066507738207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=116002066507738207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/116002066507738207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/116002066507738207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-with-bang-literally.html' title='Back .... with a bang ...literally !'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-115868191823672869</id><published>2006-09-19T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T09:08:19.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Loaded ...baby !! ;-)</title><content type='html'>Just Checker this outte ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0 CELLPADDING=8 CELLSPACING=1 style='border: 1px solid #000000; width:190px;' bgcolor='#ffffff'&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD align=left style='font-size=12px; font-family:arial; color:#cc0000; background-color:#FFFF00; line-height: 120%;'&gt;&lt;font style='font-size=12px; font-family:arial; color:#000000;'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;font style='font-size=12px; font-family:arial; color:#cc0000;'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51,263,593&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; richest person on earth!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.globalrichlist.com' onFocus='blur();' style='text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.goodfoundation.com/_images/logo.gif' width=102 height=10 border=0&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style='font-size=10px;'&gt;Discover how rich you are!&lt;/font&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-115868191823672869?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/115868191823672869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=115868191823672869&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/115868191823672869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/115868191823672869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-loaded-baby.html' title='I am Loaded ...baby !! ;-)'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-115639422900619090</id><published>2006-08-23T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T21:42:15.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of the Repair Shop !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dude1:&lt;/span&gt; Boss , they replaced a $10 part in my car , the bill is $600 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dude2: &lt;/span&gt;what !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dude1: &lt;/span&gt;Long story short , 1st Dumb Repair Shop , Car Rentals , 2nd Expensive Dealer Service Center . The Total was 600 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dude2:&lt;/span&gt; wow........that sucks ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dude1:&lt;/span&gt; Ya it does...but what can I do now.....jo hona tha wo ho gaya... I guess it had to happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dude2:&lt;/span&gt; r u crazy , what do u mean it had to happen......it sucks big time dude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dude1: &lt;/span&gt;I know ..thats one... Expensive lesson in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dude2:&lt;/span&gt; What lesson.......u were ripped off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dude1:&lt;/span&gt; its ok....its over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dude2:&lt;/span&gt; How the f###k can you be so non chalant about it .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dude1: &lt;/span&gt;what eff do u want me to do then......be super depressed or some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dude2:&lt;/span&gt; You have become so cold towards your own feelings !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dude1:&lt;/span&gt; What bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dude2:&lt;/span&gt; I am so happy , i am not you ......wow if someone should feel better about this , its me , not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dude1:&lt;/span&gt; OK ... i am going home !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dude2: &lt;/span&gt;ya u need to get a hold of urself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dude1: &lt;/span&gt;f###k you ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-115639422900619090?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/115639422900619090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=115639422900619090&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/115639422900619090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/115639422900619090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/08/story-of-repair-shop.html' title='The Story of the Repair Shop !'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-115249298616269316</id><published>2006-07-09T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T19:44:50.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT WORKS NOW -Just trying RadioBlogClub Song embedding</title><content type='html'>Ok I guess this should Work now ..... I liked this embedding......pretty neat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://georges.saint.free.fr/radioblog/radio.blog/sounds/Lighthouse Family -  High.mp3.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-115249298616269316?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/115249298616269316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=115249298616269316&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/115249298616269316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/115249298616269316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-works-now-just-trying-radioblogclub.html' title='IT WORKS NOW -Just trying RadioBlogClub Song embedding'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-114906670578101087</id><published>2006-05-31T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T20:06:54.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One out of the drafts</title><content type='html'>This one was lying in my draft for a month .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was walking along the beach..........I picked up a very flat stone , u know what I mean , the ones which have a perfect oval shape , smooth and ofcourse perfect uniform thickness . As i walked along , I found another one , better , infact even had a hue ...... I picked it up and saw a coupla more , some of them more shapely than the ones in hand. I no longer felt anything good about the ones in hand . I dropped them nor did I pick up the the better ones ... I just stopped ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       As i was walking , I often saw footprints , i did wonder wether they were mine or someone else left them before me . It took me a while to realise that the waves dont let anybody's footprints stay for long . That what I saw was mine . Only it took me a while .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking wether I should leave, I did not know if I was out there long enough , after all i had paid for parking . Suddenly , I saw the LifeGuard closing shop , the surfers done with foolin arnd with non-surfable waves at Santa Monica ( I dint have the heart to tell them , u need to go a coupla miles north , sunset point .. tourists ...huh ! ) . I realised the sun was setting , I decided to leave .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many cliches and everything i thought about, seemed so trite .....&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I was thinking , if only I put in same efforts to figure out why a bounded height priority Queue using arrays and LL would be better than a Binary Heap to implement a priority queue ...... I could have done something useful than wasting some people's time who do read my blog .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least , I saw a Kingfisher dive into the sea to catch a fish . Dive into the sea........wats with Mallya ........such a bad omen .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-114906670578101087?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/114906670578101087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=114906670578101087&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/114906670578101087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/114906670578101087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-out-of-drafts.html' title='One out of the drafts'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-114849267333797597</id><published>2006-05-24T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T18:53:44.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who moved my air ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;'When we walk along , we may crush a beetle or simply cause a change in the air so that a fly ends up where it might never have gone otherwise . And if we think of the same example but with ourselves in the role of the insect , and the larger universe we have just played , its perfectly clear that we are affected every day by forces over which we have no more control than the poor beetle has over the gigantic foot as it descends upon it .&lt;br /&gt;What are we to do ?&lt;/em&gt; '&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;            -Memoirs of a GEISHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sayuri asks us this question and answers it for us, to reaffirm her belief in  astrology , stars ..............but thats not the point .&lt;br /&gt;       The point is  ...ours is like a microcosm , your heart broke?.... , probably someone sneezed loud to move the air in ur world ,     dint get the job?..... ,prolly someone laughed out loud and fell out of his chair.........&lt;br /&gt;       You wanted to know why , I told you why , its that silly , sometimes it could be that silly...........think again when u step on a beetle , it could lose its job , but would you care just because I told you  ? If you do , pray there's a blogger like me in the Outer world  and pray that there's someone like you who cares........ and the you shall have control , you will be responsible for all you do ! &lt;br /&gt;     If you fuck up something , its because u did fuck it up ........ take your pick , BUT I would rather let someone move my air , than know, that i fucked up , because i DID !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-114849267333797597?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/114849267333797597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=114849267333797597&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/114849267333797597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/114849267333797597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/05/who-moved-my-air.html' title='who moved my air ?'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-114756217211121367</id><published>2006-05-13T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T16:16:12.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coz The Hippy said .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hippy2981.blogspot.com"&gt;Hippy&lt;/a&gt;  ne bola karneko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if &lt;a href="http://hippy2981.blogspot.com"&gt;Hippy&lt;/a&gt; is short for Hippopotamous ( hope i got the spelling rite..is there a spell check arnd.....naah not botherin )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4.&lt;br /&gt;Termination: When the loop terminates the invariant gives us a useful property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.&amp; catch air?&lt;br /&gt; yes i caught air....nuthin seems to be in reach nowadays :-( .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;br /&gt; The Last  of 'That 70s Show'.... what a show ! glad it ended when I still love it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Without looking, guess what time it is?&lt;br /&gt;1600&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?&lt;br /&gt;1551&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;br /&gt;AC ,strange love :- GooGoo Dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?&lt;br /&gt; My cousins , Mavshi , Mami and 6 month old nephew drove down from Bay Area for Graduation Day ! So been out with them....just came home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?&lt;br /&gt;orkut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;track pants and baniyan ...heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;was too exhausted , so did not ....but I generally do .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When did you last laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Roomie1 in restroom . Roomie2 bangin on door....with usual ...f%&amp;@ker ...how long?&lt;br /&gt;Roomie1: 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   how the eff do u come up with such a number ? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;br /&gt;blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Seen anything weird lately?&lt;br /&gt;ya this gal at graduation.......shez even wierder now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think of this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the last film you saw?&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Number Slevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy?&lt;br /&gt;Some small island maybe....and rule over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Tell me something about you that I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;I am perfectly aware that I act as a smartass most of the time......even tho I dont want to !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;yes...but only when high .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. George Bush.&lt;br /&gt;whatever makes u happy ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?&lt;br /&gt;beti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?&lt;br /&gt;beta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;br /&gt;yuss......India I think ......heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?&lt;br /&gt;Your documents clearly suggest that ur father does not have enuff money and u hate ur planet so  it is clear that you are planning to immigrate ... ( returns passport ....) . Incase you want to know . Window No. 5 ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. 5 people who must also do this meme in their journal.&lt;br /&gt;do it if you think u r funny ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-114756217211121367?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/114756217211121367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=114756217211121367&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/114756217211121367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/114756217211121367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/05/coz-hippy-said.html' title='Coz The Hippy said .'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-114714414329572581</id><published>2006-05-08T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:09:03.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian FG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/4241958.stm"&gt; From Here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what they call me&lt;br /&gt;India FG , yow&lt;br /&gt;I am 4 goin on 5&lt;br /&gt;but no I ain't no High&lt;br /&gt;I keep runnin runnin and runnin runnin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I maybe 4 goin on 5&lt;br /&gt;but no I aint no low&lt;br /&gt;coz they count no years mine&lt;br /&gt;they say I run miles and miles&lt;br /&gt;Everyday 40 , sometimes 60&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood Hollywood now&lt;br /&gt;FG for real&lt;br /&gt;thats what they call me&lt;br /&gt;Indian FG , yow&lt;br /&gt;but I got sold&lt;br /&gt;For 20&lt;br /&gt;just coz I was 4 goin on 5 .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-114714414329572581?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/114714414329572581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=114714414329572581&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/114714414329572581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/114714414329572581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/05/indian-fg.html' title='Indian FG'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-114641793398118668</id><published>2006-04-30T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T10:35:06.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taliban uncles, please free my father</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.samachar.com/showurl.htm?rurl=http://www.deccan.com/home/homedetails.asp"&gt;From Here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taliban Uncles, Free my Father.&lt;br /&gt;My superman&lt;br /&gt;he knows all&lt;br /&gt;he will tell you all&lt;br /&gt;he is nice&lt;br /&gt;let him come back&lt;br /&gt;please Taliban Uncle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why today, everyone is coming&lt;br /&gt;mikes ,cameras&lt;br /&gt;there is no wedding&lt;br /&gt;but where is Father&lt;br /&gt;Taliban garu, please&lt;br /&gt;Mother is crying&lt;br /&gt;there is no life she says&lt;br /&gt;but he was always away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does she cry&lt;br /&gt;should I cry&lt;br /&gt;but why&lt;br /&gt;no one hit me&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's not scolding me&lt;br /&gt;I did not fall down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proudly tell friends&lt;br /&gt;Dad is in Foreign country&lt;br /&gt;no one knows Taliban uncle&lt;br /&gt;raghu knew&lt;br /&gt;he says he doesnt like Taliban&lt;br /&gt;but he doesnt know Taliban&lt;br /&gt;but I know&lt;br /&gt;if I call him uncle&lt;br /&gt;Taliban uncle will let him go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taliban uncles, free my father&lt;br /&gt;I hope mummy believes me&lt;br /&gt;coz Raghu told me&lt;br /&gt;they took my Dad away&lt;br /&gt;do they take everyone away&lt;br /&gt;will they take mummy&lt;br /&gt;will they take me&lt;br /&gt;do I have to goto school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask mother&lt;br /&gt;she just cries&lt;br /&gt;they bring Cameras&lt;br /&gt;they bring mikes&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep now&lt;br /&gt;so much noise&lt;br /&gt;I hope I dont have to goto school now&lt;br /&gt;coz Taliban uncle took my father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-114641793398118668?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/114641793398118668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=114641793398118668&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/114641793398118668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/114641793398118668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/04/taliban-uncles-please-free-my-father.html' title='Taliban uncles, please free my father'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-114615638099676841</id><published>2006-04-27T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T09:46:21.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatidity Stupid</title><content type='html'>Me: Blah Blah ..bleh....blooh...umm...blah&lt;br /&gt;He: ok.....so u have no idea what our company does , do you ?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; I am wearing the stupid hat&lt;br /&gt; come one ...come all&lt;br /&gt; smackidity my hatidity &lt;br /&gt; phataakk........&lt;br /&gt; I wanted to tell him&lt;br /&gt; Abstraction&lt;br /&gt; A slave knows not what &lt;br /&gt; what lies above&lt;br /&gt; Master shall abstract &lt;br /&gt; maybe subtract&lt;br /&gt; but smartass I did not be&lt;br /&gt; just chose wearing the hatidity stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-114615638099676841?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/114615638099676841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=114615638099676841&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/114615638099676841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/114615638099676841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/04/hatidity-stupid.html' title='Hatidity Stupid'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-114347392826806485</id><published>2006-03-27T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:14:19.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullshit Theory....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was standing right at the edge........staring away into nothingness , into the silent air of the Valley&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;his stared still fixed out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;):We had some good times , din't we ?.... Life was good back then.......why does it become so unbearable only now.....why does it have to end today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him1:&lt;/strong&gt; Ya...we sure had...and those days will return...but it doesnt have to end you know !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He:&lt;/strong&gt;I have decided to.......somethings just dont mean anything ..anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him1:&lt;/strong&gt;Things will change....you know that.....c'mon move back now......we should talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He:&lt;/strong&gt;We are talking right now.......very comfortable I am !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him1:&lt;/strong&gt; One gust of wind and u ll be gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He:&lt;/strong&gt; ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;turns his head to look at him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) You think so ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him2&lt;/strong&gt;: What the eff was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him1&lt;/strong&gt;: We do it everytime....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him2&lt;/strong&gt; : You guys are freaks! Seriously sick....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him1&lt;/strong&gt; : Wasn't that spectacular...the way one bobs up...and hangs up &lt;span id="highlight_tag" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; COLOR: #ff0099; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND-: color:#fff0ff;" &gt;&lt;span id="highlight_tag" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; COLOR: #ff0099; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND-: color:#fff0ff;" &gt;&lt;span id="highlight_tag" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; COLOR: #ff0099; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fff0ff; FF0099: "&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the air for a moment....with your hands outstretched just so where u can see me before i disappear down there.....I love that moment....picture perfect!&lt;br /&gt;If i go first , I always ask him to shoot just this ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him2&lt;/strong&gt;: Ya whatever ...but I am talking about the conversation....Hope u guys dont shoot that......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him1&lt;/strong&gt;: We did it the first time....its been the same since then anyways (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him2&lt;/strong&gt;: What kinda sick pleasure does it give you......faking death ?! ....scared of death !?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him1&lt;/strong&gt;: Eh dude....dont get all dramatic and all ...on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him2&lt;/strong&gt;: ya just forget it ....whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him1&lt;/strong&gt;: hmmmm (&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;moves towards the edge....looks on downwards ...as he sees this chute approaching the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; )........he took longer to land today....the wind maybe... ..last time was scary... when he had that chute gotten all tangled up......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him1:&lt;/strong&gt; ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;keeps staring fixedly at some non-existent point &lt;span id="highlight_tag" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; COLOR: #ff0099; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND-: color:#fff0ff;" &gt;&lt;span id="highlight_tag" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; COLOR: #ff0099; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND-: color:#fff0ff;" &gt;&lt;span id="highlight_tag" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; COLOR: #ff0099; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fff0ff; FF0099: "&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the Valley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ) I am not afraid of dying......dude ... having to die without a reason is what scares me..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him2 :&lt;/strong&gt; Bullshit theory..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him1:&lt;/strong&gt; Its like I may pull the cord and act as if everythings fine ....but then again I may choose not to ....coz I find it compelling enough to just crash.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-114347392826806485?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/114347392826806485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=114347392826806485&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/114347392826806485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/114347392826806485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/03/bullshit-theory.html' title='Bullshit Theory....'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-114268015042956020</id><published>2006-03-18T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T03:12:06.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncrash 2</title><content type='html'>Taking off from the comment I posted on &lt;a href="http://gpsvents.blogspot.com/"&gt;zoxcleb's Blog &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any real city, you walk, you know?&lt;br /&gt;You brush past people.&lt;br /&gt;People bump into you.&lt;br /&gt;In Mumbai, everyone touches you.&lt;br /&gt;We're always admist something&lt;br /&gt;between them and those&lt;br /&gt;I think we hate that touch so much&lt;br /&gt;that we ignore each other&lt;br /&gt;just so we can feel nothing for a while&lt;br /&gt;just nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-114268015042956020?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/114268015042956020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=114268015042956020&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/114268015042956020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/114268015042956020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/03/uncrash-2.html' title='uncrash 2'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-114240985974832670</id><published>2006-03-14T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T00:04:19.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash into each other, just so we can feel something</title><content type='html'>Crash.&lt;br /&gt;  I have not seen the movie yet ( but i want to walk out right now and go somewhere , watch it....but I am not)........and I dont know what it means  when the below is  said.....but it sure makes me wanna think what it could want to say.&lt;br /&gt; Do I want to know what it means? ...no! &lt;br /&gt; Do I want to find out what it means? ...no!&lt;br /&gt; Do I want to know, that it means something ... something that I think it does ?....yes !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-114240985974832670?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/114240985974832670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=114240985974832670&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/114240985974832670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/114240985974832670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/03/crash-into-each-other-just-so-we-can.html' title='Crash into each other, just so we can feel something'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-114160214943776477</id><published>2006-03-05T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T23:31:06.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you guess ,that I know you are full of crap ?</title><content type='html'>It was getting dark. Both of them standing on the shore....looking out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He:&lt;/strong&gt; We went out to the sea to take a bath. We think we cleaned ourselves....but what about our soul , our mind....how do we clean that ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; I am not even sure if we are clean, ourselves , this is saline...but then minerals maybe , huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He:&lt;/strong&gt; Not the point , Not the point .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; Temples , churches , they say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He:&lt;/strong&gt; ( &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;takes a deep breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ) I don't trust them .... where do I go ? What do i do to feel clean ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He preferred using the word 'trust' instead of belief , he wasn't in a mood to digress .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; Meditation , Himalayas , renunciation , stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He:&lt;/strong&gt; Its an illusion .... who do I ask how does it feel when one is truly clean ? What do i really do to feel clean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; Surf Excel Hai Na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) Did you guess ,that I know you are full of crap ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;smiles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) where were you all this while ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-114160214943776477?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/114160214943776477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=114160214943776477&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/114160214943776477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/114160214943776477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/03/did-you-guess-that-i-know-you-are-full.html' title='Did you guess ,that I know you are full of crap ?'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-114120627368367358</id><published>2006-03-01T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T01:45:02.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did this!!</title><content type='html'>( Read this after the &lt;a href="http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-used-bazooka.html" &gt; previous post. &lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;I did this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand in the Middle of a freakin Freeway&lt;br /&gt;No Peak hours&lt;br /&gt;stare into the Trailer Truck&lt;br /&gt;150 mph my way...I look on&lt;br /&gt;just across&lt;br /&gt;50 metres maybe....maybe 100&lt;br /&gt;I don't move&lt;br /&gt;I don't flinch&lt;br /&gt;it stares back hard&lt;br /&gt;I look into its eyes &lt;br /&gt;Bright ones it has&lt;br /&gt;I am not terrified&lt;br /&gt;can hear it scream&lt;br /&gt;can see it blink &lt;br /&gt;you are thinking why&lt;br /&gt;You know I am not fearless&lt;br /&gt;You know I am not suicidal&lt;br /&gt;then You think I am a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait I can hear something&lt;br /&gt;a scream even shriller&lt;br /&gt;infrequent light&lt;br /&gt;they would not mind a Bazooka&lt;br /&gt;South Central LA&lt;br /&gt;150 mph......LAPD&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;did i miss it&lt;br /&gt;my moment of resonance&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it wasn't meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it wasn't it &lt;br /&gt;there will be times&lt;br /&gt;maybe the tuning fork&lt;br /&gt;but deep down &lt;br /&gt;I hope its not&lt;br /&gt;I ll wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-114120627368367358?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/114120627368367358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=114120627368367358&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/114120627368367358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/114120627368367358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-did-this.html' title='I did this!!'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-114093686810765125</id><published>2006-02-25T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T16:08:03.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I used a Bazooka</title><content type='html'>I want to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Stand in the Middle of a freakin Freeway&lt;br /&gt;  No Peak hours&lt;br /&gt;  stare into the Trailer Truck&lt;br /&gt;  150 mph my way...I look on&lt;br /&gt;  just across&lt;br /&gt;  50 metres maybe....maybe 100&lt;br /&gt;  I don't move&lt;br /&gt;  I don't flinch&lt;br /&gt;  it stares back hard&lt;br /&gt;  I look into its eyes &lt;br /&gt;  Bright ones it has&lt;br /&gt;  I am not terrified&lt;br /&gt;  can hear it scream&lt;br /&gt;  can see it blink &lt;br /&gt;  you are thinking why&lt;br /&gt;  You know I am not fearless&lt;br /&gt;  You know I am not suicidal&lt;br /&gt;  then You think I am a fool&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  a fool it is then&lt;br /&gt;  a fool with a M20 over his shoulder&lt;br /&gt;  then maybe a stunt&lt;br /&gt;  i am sure&lt;br /&gt;  whats with the crosshairs&lt;br /&gt;  I just feel lucky&lt;br /&gt;  as I release&lt;br /&gt;  fall back flying&lt;br /&gt;  recoil they say&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  As I watch it go boom&lt;br /&gt;  flying over my head&lt;br /&gt;  I  watch it in .5x&lt;br /&gt;  I turn my head &lt;br /&gt;  eyes glued&lt;br /&gt;  crashes... strewn all over&lt;br /&gt;  A mess...&lt;br /&gt;  I feel it in my head  &lt;br /&gt;  I guess thats my resonance frequency&lt;br /&gt;  some use tuning forks&lt;br /&gt;  I used a bazooka..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-114093686810765125?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/114093686810765125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=114093686810765125&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/114093686810765125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/114093686810765125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-used-bazooka.html' title='I used a Bazooka'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-113981771593938543</id><published>2006-02-12T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T08:53:06.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Beth</title><content type='html'>I am a big fan of country music.........and I often listen to this song on the radio....a very beautiful song.....maybe most of u already know it....&lt;br /&gt;    'Skin' by Rascal Flatts. What I love about country music.......its so much easy listening...you don't to have to be too smart to understand the songs , just need tohave ur heart in the right place :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Skin' by Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Beth is scared to death&lt;br /&gt;To hear what the doctor will say&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't been well&lt;br /&gt;Since the day that she fell&lt;br /&gt;And the bruise, it just won't go away&lt;br /&gt;So she sits and see waits with her mother and dad&lt;br /&gt;and Flips through an old magazine&lt;br /&gt;Til the nurse with the smile&lt;br /&gt;Stands at the door&lt;br /&gt;And says will you please come with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Beth is scared to death&lt;br /&gt;Cause the doctor just told her the news&lt;br /&gt;Between the red cells and white&lt;br /&gt;Something's not right&lt;br /&gt;But we're gonna take care of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six chances in ten it won't come back again&lt;br /&gt;With the therapy were gonna try&lt;br /&gt;It's just been approved&lt;br /&gt;It's the strongest there is&lt;br /&gt;I think we caught it in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Beth closes her eyes&lt;br /&gt;and She dreams she's dancing&lt;br /&gt;Around and around without any cares&lt;br /&gt;And her very first love is holding her close&lt;br /&gt;And the soft wind is blowing her hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Beth is scared to death&lt;br /&gt;As she sits holding her mom&lt;br /&gt;Cause it would be a mistake&lt;br /&gt;For someone to take&lt;br /&gt;A girl with no hair to the prom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For, just this morning right there on her pillow&lt;br /&gt;Was the cruellest of any surprise&lt;br /&gt;And she cried when she gathered it all in her hands&lt;br /&gt;The proof that she couldn't deny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Beth closes her eyes&lt;br /&gt;and She dreams she's dancing&lt;br /&gt;Around and around without any cares&lt;br /&gt;and her very first love was holding her close&lt;br /&gt;and the soft wind is blowing her hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quarter to seven &lt;br /&gt;That boy's at the door&lt;br /&gt;And her daddy ushers him in&lt;br /&gt;And when he takes off his cap&lt;br /&gt;They all start to cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause this morning where his hair had been&lt;br /&gt;Softly, she touches just skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They go dancing around and around&lt;br /&gt;Without any cares&lt;br /&gt;And her very first true love is holding her close&lt;br /&gt;For a moment she isn't scared...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-113981771593938543?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/113981771593938543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=113981771593938543&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/113981771593938543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/113981771593938543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/02/sarah-beth.html' title='Sarah Beth'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-113955588312227929</id><published>2006-02-09T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T23:18:03.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun Sign ... Sun Shine</title><content type='html'>The other day I was at a friends place and chanced upon the Linda Goodman Book .&lt;br /&gt; Her descriptions for the Character traits of each sun sign are not that off the track ,I observed. I looked up my Sun Sign info..........Gemini man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mizian.com.ne.kr/englishwiz/library/names/zodiac/gemini.htm#_Toc6671985"&gt;Linda Goodman : Gemini Man &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I realized I had many of the traits she talked about. I am into a 100 hundred things at a given time ! I have a habit of leaving things unfinished and quickly lose interest in things ... and have vivid imagination and great hopes for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt; And so on....&lt;br /&gt;     All this is ok, but I realized after reading all this I started justifying everything about me. I mean its not a good quality to leave things undone and leave them Halfway.&lt;br /&gt; 'Jack of all trades and master of none' has a kinda negative sense to it....&lt;br /&gt;   I always knew I needed to improve upon my shortcomings, but now I blame it on my sun sign. Well its a good thing to accept urself the way you are.....but its not exactly heartening to know that to change something about ur self, u may have to move a coupla stars here and there !! &lt;br /&gt;   I agree one should not take such things seriously , but somehow it always remains in ur subconscious .... ahh ......I feel good tho that now I am not that bad a person afterall..........its just my stars ..........poor me !!&lt;br /&gt;   Honey, i am just not so sure about it........typical Gemini that I am !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-113955588312227929?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/113955588312227929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=113955588312227929&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/113955588312227929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/113955588312227929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/02/sun-sign-sun-shine.html' title='Sun Sign ... Sun Shine'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-113852433788683520</id><published>2006-01-29T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T00:45:37.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude , Are you a beginner ?</title><content type='html'>Those were the words of young kid who  spotted me ,while I was snowboarding or atleast was trying to, at Mountain High . He topped it up with a, "Dude you are doing too good for a beginner.." , I was so thrilled that it dint matter that it came from a young schoolgoing Kid  !&lt;br /&gt;    But I am sure I did better than the last time , perhaps my Surfing ventures, ;-) helped me a bit .Nways , what is more interesting is  that I had to drive just 1.5 hours from my house to reach this Ski Resort ! &lt;br /&gt;   No wonder they say that LA is one of the very few places , where u can surf in the morning and ski in the evening, on the Same Day !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-113852433788683520?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/113852433788683520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=113852433788683520&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/113852433788683520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/113852433788683520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/01/dude-are-you-beginner.html' title='Dude , Are you a beginner ?'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10340757.post-113808198460453197</id><published>2006-01-23T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T21:55:09.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Street Strummers!</title><content type='html'>This weekend I had been to the 3rd Street Promenade , Santa Monica ,a very cool place to hangout. For those of u dont know , its famous for its street Performers which  mostly inlcudes Musicians.&lt;br /&gt;     I spotted these 2 hippy types ,probably European, guys who were  vigorously strumming onto their guitars and I mean literally , and produced a great piece which I captured using my hidden sound recorder ( the same one I used for my roomie's bathroom singing antics ;-) ). But this piece is a beauty , not that my roomie's piece wasn't...hehehehe.....nways .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www-scf.usc.edu/~aneeketp/WAVE0023.WAV"&gt; Listen to it Here !&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     On a serious note ,It is  such a great place for ppl to show off their talent!........I wish I had bought their CD .... but I dint :-(.&lt;br /&gt;   Though I was not really happy with the attitude most of the people had ! They watch these ppl perform , clap , applaud but flinch away when they need to put in a dollar in the bucket ! What is the harm in paying a deserving Artiste ? If U like it , pay for it . I mean have u ever asked ur money back , when the movie u went to turned out to be crappy ? So whats with letting a dollar go.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10340757-113808198460453197?l=aneeket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/feeds/113808198460453197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10340757&amp;postID=113808198460453197&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/113808198460453197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10340757/posts/default/113808198460453197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aneeket.blogspot.com/2006/01/3rd-street-strummers.html' title='3rd Street Strummers!'/><author><name>Aneeket</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12452507857821595102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5ZR5KVWDzk/SnjN9zDAUOI/AAAAAAAAEJc/CzVICpCqbpk/S220/doobte_hue_sooraj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
