<?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-2531862033102303161</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:56:09.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit back and relax...watch,observe and don't eat my cookies!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-6040376749840963150</id><published>2009-07-31T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:53:13.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>road trip</title><content type='html'>Lately, I have realized that I am a nature lover and I am a devoted foodie. I was born to eat. Luckily, blore has amazing restaurants and unluckily I havent tasted at even 20% of them. But for sure one day I will have a restaurant of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a hell of a month with absolutely no holidays(sundays is no more a luxury) , we had a break, And we decided to GET OUT THERE. We thought of kerala or coorg but the monsoons have eaten up the roads. So then we finalised on a place called mekedatu( u must hv hrd of it) at about 100 kms from blore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we set out - 3boys,3 girls and 3 bikes on a typical chill blore morning at 5 30 am.  We hit the kanakpura road from electronic city and soon we were out of the blore coverage.&lt;br /&gt;Stopped at this dhaba , had bread omlette and tea.  It was wierdly chill..not tat i needed something warm but something that had an ice cool effect.. We were all totally energised and vitalised and as the wilderness began to take its grip on us we stopped and clicked anything that looked different from what we see everyday. Amazingly smooth NH-209 with no vehicles at all we passed a dozen of houses and temples which pass off as a village. And then we diverted to a plce called the chunchi water falls( courtesy google maps). And after many ' Anna,chunchi falls yel idde' we finally came to the place. No water fall,  just mountains of piled granite rocks stood still.. But there was a distant sound of  water coming. No souls around so we decided to follow the sound of the water. We began descending, on the piles of rocks. Wild flowers bruised us but we wanted to see the damn waterfall. And after withstanding the scorching sun for 45 mins and wading through the rocks we finally saw the waterfall. No we couldnt see it..because we were at the origin of the waterfall. The top of it. And behind us lay calm the water body which was giving away to  gravity to create the force. The best part was not the beauty of it but the efforts that had gone to get a glimpse of it.&lt;br /&gt;Then began the uphill task of getting back. This time it was boring .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water is the tastiest drink ever but you need to have it with 'thirst'. We began our journey to mekedatu.&lt;br /&gt;After another stretch of road we reached the ghat. This was a different ghat. We were not climbing up but going down. Steep hair-pin curves , a narrow road  with forests on both sides I was feeling like we are falling into a deep pit. And as we had reached the bottommost point of the ghat what welcomed us was the 'sangam' of kaveri river and Arkavathi river. It was something differnt. I felt like I were inside a large hole. There were coffee plantations and coconut trees on the land and some small shops. Guarding these two rivers were huge mountains. Mekedatu is a waterfall where the river kaveri carves its way through a valley. We had to cross the river and then take a bus in the forest to reach Mekedatu. There were these local fishermen who took us on the other side of the river on their round straw boats. Once we were on the other side there was this paid bus service which would take us to 'Mekedatu'. The bus looked like it belong to pre independece era with  a long row of seats facing each other.  It was a 6 km drive where on one side just you had the river kaveri( just about 5 meters from the bus at the same level), the other side had a lush forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mekedatu was quite a sight to see, the force of the river and the deep cuts that it made in the valley was something else. It was a combination of a mountain on ur one side and deep valley on the other. And we standing in the middle of it. Something was eerie about this place which I havent felt at any other places I have been to before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The return journey was tiring obviously and I rode almost half of it  and since it began to rain heavily, rushing home and rushed home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-6040376749840963150?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/6040376749840963150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=6040376749840963150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/6040376749840963150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/6040376749840963150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2009/07/road-trip.html' title='road trip'/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-2707572723257963623</id><published>2009-06-28T11:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T11:55:26.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to the monsoons of 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/Ske8jg_KAhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hJgvsTF1epo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/Ske8jg_KAhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hJgvsTF1epo/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352454000489398802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have those times which we can still feel and relive again and again by remembering them and capturing every moment within.&lt;br /&gt;My that time was the year 2006. The days were so beautiful ,the niceness of which I can still feel. The endless rains of Pune, NDA road, cappuccinos,James blunt, Dire straits,the freshness,the sense of contentment,the excitement......&lt;br /&gt;3 years have passed and lots of new things have happened with their share of excitements but nothing brings in the same essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Bajay pyaar ki shabnum mere gulistaan mein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; baraste rehte hain har simt maut ke saye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; siyahiyon se ulajh padti hain meri aankhein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; koi nahi .. koi bhi nahi jo batlaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; kitni der ujalon ki raah dekhe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; koi nahi hai koi bhi nahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; na pass na durr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; yeh pyaar hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; dil ki dharkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; apni chahat ka jo ellan kiye jaati hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; zindagi hai jo jiye jaati hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; khoon k ghoont peay jaati hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; khwaab aankhon se siye jaati hai"&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/2531862033102303161-2707572723257963623?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/2707572723257963623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=2707572723257963623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/2707572723257963623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/2707572723257963623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2009/06/dedicated-to-monsoons-of-2006.html' title='Dedicated to the monsoons of 2006'/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/Ske8jg_KAhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hJgvsTF1epo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-2744090450798908432</id><published>2009-05-25T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T03:45:02.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Amazon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/Shp2mUdwH2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/AMjOOvx6voI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/Shp2mUdwH2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/AMjOOvx6voI/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339710708901748578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/Shp2mHWMGdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6saKuB-wMvc/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 59px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/Shp2mHWMGdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6saKuB-wMvc/s200/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339710705380366802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/Shp2l3DragI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PJKIO4Q8PDk/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 107px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/Shp2l3DragI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PJKIO4Q8PDk/s200/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339710701007759874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/Shp2lxronRI/AAAAAAAAAIM/nKOzVbeUAtg/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/Shp2lxronRI/AAAAAAAAAIM/nKOzVbeUAtg/s200/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339710699564735762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/Shp2lmhbAFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lzbPnCuZrj4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 66px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/Shp2lmhbAFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lzbPnCuZrj4/s200/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339710696569110610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Amazon River, according to many accounts, was named                     by Spanish explorer Fransisco de Orellana in 1541. The name                     was in honor of the female warriors he encountered on his                     voyage through the territory previously called Maranon.&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;The Amazon rain forest occupies 40 percent of Brazil's total                     geographical area. It is the drainage basin for the Amazon                     River and its many tributaries and covers 2,722,000 square                     miles.&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;Geologically, the Amazon River and basin are contained by                     two large stable masses of Pre-Cambrian rock, the Guiana                     Shield or Highlands to the north, the Central Brazilian Shield                     or Plateau to the south; the Andes Mountains to the west;                     and it flows eastward to empty into the Atlantic Ocean.&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;The Amazon River basin is about 4,195 miles long, covering                     about 2,720,000 square miles in area, including its 15,000                     tributaries and subtributaries (four of which are in excess                     of 1,000 miles long). It is the largest river basin in the                     world.&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;The source of the Amazon is the lake, Lauricocha, in the                     Peruvian Andes. The river is still known as the Maranon in                     its upper course, in the Andes. The length of the Amazon                     is measured from the source of the Ucayali river, which joins                     with the Maranon to eventually form the Amazon.&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;Much of northern Brazil is drained by the Rio Negro, which                     joins the Amazon to give it full strength before flowing                     into the Atlantic. The flow of the river has an average velocity                     of 1.5 miles per hour, which increases greatly at flood times.&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;The powerful discharge at the mouth of the Amazon measures                     about eight trillion gallons a day, 60 times that of the                     Nile and eleven times that of the Mississippi. The annual                     average discharge is 6,350,000 cubic feet per second ("cusecs")                     into the Atlantic, rising to over 7,000,000 cusecs during                     a flood. The mouth of the Amazon is more than 250 miles wide.&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;Most of the Brazilian part of the river exceeds 150 feet                     in depth, although some parts near the mouth have recorded                     depths of as much as 300 feet.&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;The width of the river ranges from one mile to 35                     miles.&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;                     The city at the heart of the basin, Manaus, has an altitude                       of only 144 feet. The average level of the basin is 300                         feet above sea level.&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt; In the Amazon Basin, flooding often occurs between                     June and October.&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt; The climate is warm and humid, with an average temperature                     of 79 degrees and an average yearly rainfall of  80 inches. Temperature                     differences between day and night are greater than those                     between seasons.&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt; The Amazon Rainforest is thought to be the oldest                     tropical forest area in the world, perhaps as much as 100 million years old.&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt; The forest areas are described by amount of flooding                     that occurs: not flooded, occasionally flooded, or regularly                     flooded.&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt; The floral provinces of Amazonia are marked by geographic                     variations in sunlight, rainfall, temperature, and soils.&lt;/p&gt;                    The trees, of which 117 species have been counted                     in an area of one half of a square mile, are of enormous                     variety. The uppermost layer of the rainforest is called                     the canopy. It receives most of the light energy from the                     sun and is a zone of extreme profusion of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-2744090450798908432?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/2744090450798908432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=2744090450798908432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/2744090450798908432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/2744090450798908432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2009/05/amazing-amazon.html' title='Amazing Amazon'/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/Shp2mUdwH2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/AMjOOvx6voI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-4025953241509373982</id><published>2009-05-06T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T03:28:53.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Frankly this summer has been a waste of time in a distasteful office with obnoxious set of characters( except for Vinay and Satya ofcoz). The only solace besides mangoes has been the tea-time in the grueling ten hours of utter nonsense and boredom. And thanks to tea-man as henceforth he will be known I have something to look forward to 'thrice' during the day. I literally wait for him and he oblivious of the importance he holds,walks in with his pot of tea and set of plastic cups. He serves them and goes off leaving a trail of satisfaction and freshness in the dull cubicles and amongst the labored desk-workers.&lt;br /&gt;Thats the dream! And I am stuck in a no-mans land.  No wonder I blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-4025953241509373982?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/4025953241509373982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=4025953241509373982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/4025953241509373982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/4025953241509373982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2009/05/frankly-this-summer-has-been-waste-of.html' title=''/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-4723476507702213235</id><published>2009-02-22T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:37:36.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistake-free since '93</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maaan&lt;/span&gt; some people blog so tastefully. You know, they poetically describe their art museum escapades. And then have intelligent remarks about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;slumdog&lt;/span&gt; millionaire. But are they missing the point? Yes blogs are for public viewing and the moment that dimension creeps in ,self-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;consciousness&lt;/span&gt; and the urge to impress takes priority. Feelings and expressing them take a backseat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;No, I m not saying my blog is like my personal diary. I am just doing what I am best at..being judgemental about the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Six sigma is affecting me. I am seeing defects in everything and the need to standardization is looking attractive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Like hell...six sigma is for the robots. Yeah, Japan you hear it right( like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; are reading my blog).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; the theme of the blog is:"please err". Otherwise life will be too perfect and beauty is in imperfection( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chaand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;daag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hain&lt;/span&gt;). If God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; made any mistakes there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be any poverty, hunger,natural &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;calamities&lt;/span&gt;. You see these errors maintains the balance...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hehehhehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;: I don't make sense at 1 am, but 1 pm is no different. So, stop judging!! Just have fun and be safe( don't make that mistake !!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-4723476507702213235?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/4723476507702213235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=4723476507702213235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/4723476507702213235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/4723476507702213235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2009/02/maaan-some-people-blog-so-tastefully.html' title='Mistake-free since &apos;93'/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-1105870483423699129</id><published>2009-01-28T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T03:22:11.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am born in the wrong century</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Today in one of our post-lunch marketing class our prof showed us the video of doordarshan's "Mile sur mera tumhara". We were all probably 3-4yrs when this video was first aired. India has truely come a long way from doordarshan to IIFA awards and Slumdog millionaire and Roadies and IPL. Entertainment is one of the well-sustained industries during this recession period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;No wonder, 21st century belongs to era of networking and online connections. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The Internet has managed to shift the entire eco-system of sustainance and pleasure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Where are we heading? My best friend once told me while we were sitting on a beach at Kuwait enjoying the sunset that technology and science is taking us closer to the Supreme being. The rate at which evolution is happening is having a multiplier effect. I'm just waiting to see whats God's next invention after the Internet.I'll be a part of atleast 60% of this century. I shall make my evaluations and conclusions for sure about this funny,ever-changing darwin's gyaaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-1105870483423699129?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/1105870483423699129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=1105870483423699129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/1105870483423699129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/1105870483423699129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-in-one-of-our-post-lunch.html' title='I am born in the wrong century'/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-1227292904403861546</id><published>2009-01-27T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:37:57.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Score!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing can remotely match the anxiety before an exam result. Surprisingly, I was'nt having any pit feeling today before our semester results. A dash of casualness in me seems to be doing the trick. And "luckily", I am through with a 2.41 GPA on a scale of 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;I am 2 point someone now. However, I don't feel like having even a mellow celebration. Guess, I am looking out for bigger things. I like "ambitious shabri". She is manipulative,smooth and rocking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-1227292904403861546?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/1227292904403861546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=1227292904403861546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/1227292904403861546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/1227292904403861546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-can-remotely-match-anxiety.html' title='Score!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-3000901700446830454</id><published>2009-01-24T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:23:36.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Miss blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A year long hiatus!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;In my defense I'd say, the three dimensional inspiration was missing. Not that its back now, but now I don't need excuses. As the saying goes "Excuses are the nails used to build houses of failure".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Things have changed:my age, my location, my relationship-status. What has'nt is the chaos,wants/desires,dreams,the important people. But I have anchored somewhere now.Atleast, in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yes,there are going to be many interesting stories in the pipeline. Cause the party has just started!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Get the drinks.....Cheerz!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-3000901700446830454?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/3000901700446830454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=3000901700446830454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/3000901700446830454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/3000901700446830454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-miss-blogger.html' title='Hey Miss blogger'/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-7819266694153860532</id><published>2008-02-14T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T07:53:05.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My hands are trembling while I type. The habit of typing at some characters per minute is lost. Now I stare at the keyboard in the search of alphabets which will develop into words and further culminate into beautiful sentences. Okay done with the part of self-encouragement. What next? To ponder on what should be the topic. Should it be a serious one dealing with environmental issues, rape victims or maybe Mumbai polity. Should it be a movie review of TZP. Should it be a sensitive one like whaaaat is love and how were cupid and Goddess Venus related(today being Valentine's day). Should it be something personal but then who is interested. These days I can't fail to notice but people find me daringly boring(You would have inferred that by now after reading my previous lines). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I have nothing more to write. Have my thoughts dried up or is it that I never could write well. Why do I ask so many questions to 'SELF'? Infact why do all of us torment ourselves with so many rugged questions. Why can't we be more animalish. You know, less intelligent and more basic types(food,water,sleep and sex). But are'nt we all that covered with a imaginery fur of intellect. And time and again the fur unfailingly fails to wrap us completely and the world is able to peep into our animal instincts. These days the above mentioned event happens rather frequently. Then we say it's 'human' to err. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to bring spirituality into all this as I feel it's coherent enough in this context and these days a lot of spiritual leaders are in print and picture. The essence of spirituality is the search to know our true selves, to discover the real nature of consciousness. This quest has been the foundation of all the great spiritual teachings. But I think we 'humans'(Yes ,its purposely in quotes) don't deserve all these teachings and thoughts. We are too busy faking ourselves and playing hide and seek with reality. But when the lightning will strike the 'FUR" will fail to protect us and..I suggest you all should watch the movie I am legend of Will Smith. They have explained this better there......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-7819266694153860532?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/7819266694153860532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=7819266694153860532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/7819266694153860532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/7819266694153860532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-hands-are-trembling-while-i-type.html' title=''/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-6116279337336081025</id><published>2007-11-28T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T07:28:27.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jab  we met</title><content type='html'>When I saw the promos I thought of the movie as a wannabe tongue-in-cheek kind of comedy. I thought that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shahid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kapoor&lt;/span&gt; was trying too hard to look sophisticated , prim and no nonsense guy. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kareena&lt;/span&gt; was screechy , trying to be overtly bubbly and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;subtly&lt;/span&gt; beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So , I decided not to pay and watch altogether. But then I had to choose between the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OSOs&lt;/span&gt;"  and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Saawariyas&lt;/span&gt;" and Jab we . Hence &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;okay ed&lt;/span&gt; on it.&lt;br /&gt;But the movie had a surprise. And by the end of it I felt the need of watching it all over again which I did. Presumptions and preconceived notions huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is not new but the treatment is.  The two people opposites in every action and reaction end up falling in love which happens slowly but convincingly.&lt;br /&gt;The hero of the story has been back-stabbed by life with respect to his girlfriend, mother and his career. He almost attempts suicide by "jumping of a moving train ". But life is a box of surprises and nobody knows whats next. The heroine makes an entry at that time in his life when  he has decided to end it . She talks , enthralls,surprises,shocks ,confuses him. She makes him smile,sing ,dance and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rejuvenates&lt;/span&gt; the hero back in his life.  But in almost doing that she herself his betrayed by her lover whom she has decided to marry . And its a swap of situations again. But this time the new breather is the hero. He brings her back home to her family and also brings back her lover. &lt;br /&gt;He loves her now and is unconditional about it. The ball is in her court .&lt;br /&gt;Well the expected does happen at the end with a happy song.&lt;br /&gt;The director takes us on a journey where we find ourselves relating our lives and feelings to that experienced by the characters. Brilliant acting by the characters and good music makes the movie a two-time or maybe a three-time watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-6116279337336081025?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/6116279337336081025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=6116279337336081025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/6116279337336081025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/6116279337336081025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2007/11/jab-we-met.html' title='Jab  we met'/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-265732448756883986</id><published>2007-08-27T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T23:04:12.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>"Don't live for the heck of it and don't write for the heck of it".&lt;div&gt;Something which I have abstained from. Still most of my posts are meaningless. A person writes what he lives or feels. So, does that mean my life is meaningless too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;..enough now. Things have to be taken seriously and in the right stride.  I have made the Decision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing which never fails to amaze me is a human being.  Even a chemical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;element's&lt;/span&gt; reaction to experimental conditions is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;empirical&lt;/span&gt;. Like Carbon along with oxygen will always make things hotter. Thanks to Co2. and Co And no thanks to the green house effect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we ,us,humans - unpredictable is the word. Leading to various cultures,political parties,religions,Saints,Prophets,Laws,Fashion .................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's always 300 bones,32 teeth,75%water,one heart,one brain,two intestines. Then why a 7 billion different opinions.  And we are all part of one universe or one proton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Superb!! I think The Creator is the best manager. He must get down on writing a few management theories. It definetly will be titled a best-seller .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abruptly ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-265732448756883986?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/265732448756883986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=265732448756883986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/265732448756883986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/265732448756883986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2007/08/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-7411937841705469119</id><published>2007-05-15T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T01:16:16.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why!</title><content type='html'>Phew!&lt;br /&gt;Finally , it's over.&lt;br /&gt;Normally we sigh after the completion of a task which has been taxing on us . When it's done (successfully or unsuccessfully)  we get a breather.&lt;br /&gt;But in my special case I am feeling palliated because I could almost manage to allocate a purpose to myself. I am making it sound emotionless with less empathy because I sense a aridness within.I want to find a good reason for my listlessness. Life ..yes...leaves all questions  unanswered.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get buoyant like before. Only time will tell.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-7411937841705469119?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/7411937841705469119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=7411937841705469119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/7411937841705469119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/7411937841705469119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2007/05/why.html' title='Why!'/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-5617725510353696372</id><published>2007-04-02T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T03:56:24.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the truest sense, freedom cannot be bestowed; it must be achieved  - Franklin  Roosevelt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;visiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; blogs ,a lot of them these days. To know what people of my age think, to know their likes and dislikes. I am surprised ,happy and inspired to be enlightened that the 20 somethings are well-read , opinionated,aesthetic,colorful . There is a whole gamut of 'bloggies' who write about dire straits ,world cup coups,Indian mythology,British and Indian history,wilde and the likes. It's almost like an encyclopedia but with a fun tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;So ,I have decided to make my page more romantic . I know my data interpretation skills are too jumbled to get one right conclusion.Nevertheless, I manage most of the times to infer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Now the blog.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;After a lot of coaxing and comforting I agreed to watch 300. English movies don't feature in my wish-list hence the head-banging persuassion is required.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;There is something about the Greeks. Besides illiyad,homer,plato,the peloponessian war,&lt;br /&gt;homosexuality,the spartan anarchy,the trojan war,Herodotus,Olympics,Logic  there is more to this great civilization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The movie takes us back in time around the 400 BC. King Leonidas of Sparta with 300 of his finest soldiers goes to war in an attempt to hold the pass of Thermopylae against the hundreds of thousands of Persian soldiers who had invaded from the north under King Xerxes The Great. Leonidas took his small personal fighting unit because Spartan religious customs forbade sending an army at that time of year. In addition, he was deliberately going to his doom: an oracle had foretold that Sparta could be saved only by the death of one of its kings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Acording to books , Sparta had the strongest miltary. The boys were trained since the age of 5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;However, what astonishes me is the 'do or die' spirited army. Truely , this was inborn and then grooomed. Sacrificing ones life for freedom of land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And today wat does freedom mean to us ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The freedom to make 'my' choices in life and not dictated by society or image. Freedom of decision. Freedom of speech. Freedom of expression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;What if we were restricited in entering some part of our own country? What if we were treated like outsiders or unwanted guests in our homes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;To what extent would we go to achieve freedom of land, freedom of living,freedom of self-spirit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would we 'do or die'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-5617725510353696372?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/5617725510353696372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=5617725510353696372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/5617725510353696372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/5617725510353696372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-have-been-visiting-blogs-lot-of-them.html' title='In the truest sense, freedom cannot be bestowed; it must be achieved  - Franklin  Roosevelt'/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-5643302779173496194</id><published>2007-02-21T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T05:29:47.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Wat is it with us..u knoe....us indians?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Especially the 20 and 30 somethings. Ofcourse a self-righteous attitude is not what is expected.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;But somewhere this whole come close globalization has made matters chaotic and confusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;We have our traditional ethos, our ever-supportive parents, our loyal set of friends on on end and on the other edge we have this gist to put ourselves on the top,to be on the cover . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So much has been spoken and written about the western ideas getting into our system. It gets quite complicated actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;After having sounded very vague for the uninitiated now  let me bullet my views.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;--&gt;Marraiges ..againg sub-divided into love and arranged..so many choices and just one to choose ..and for the next 50 years. How to trust? How to adjust? How to compromise? How to deal(generally)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;--&gt;Career..MBA,IT biggies,Enterpreneurs,Modelling,Cooking classes..hikes,intra-office politics,Allen solley's trousers,buy a car...just randomly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Basically its this prsseure from parents,peers,teachers,colleagues,relatives which we have learnt to live since childhood,teenagehood,pre-marraige adult hood,post-marraige adulthood,early parenthood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;--&gt;Politics (including Law and Order).. No fixed rules, no fixed bribing amounts,ST-SC and their envious reservations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well this is for the general 'public'. There are other categories too like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;social issues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;animal welfare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;hashoholics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;dowry deaths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;across the border junta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;feminism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The list could be appended further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Anyway is this beacuse we have a 50 languages, a 50 castes,a 50 dances,50 cuisnies..Unity in diversity..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Also Insanity in diversity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My next post will talk about How to feel better,look better and do better? Atleast it will not test my sanity quotient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-5643302779173496194?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/5643302779173496194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=5643302779173496194' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/5643302779173496194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/5643302779173496194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2007/02/wat-is-it-with-us.html' title=''/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-1783633741645649018</id><published>2007-02-08T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T23:19:50.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to appreciate the finer things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/Rcwg4UrcD7I/AAAAAAAAABg/OpJFbYaUri8/s1600-h/650px-Graffiti_Panorama_rome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/Rcwg4UrcD7I/AAAAAAAAABg/OpJFbYaUri8/s200/650px-Graffiti_Panorama_rome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029431035861667762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;We are  expressive. We are confused.We are unsatisfied.We are happy. We are sad. We are in love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;We are lonely.We are screaming.After all we are  just humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Coming to expressions , it is one of the human quality which has led to art and its forms. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;After all its a stimulant for human senses,mind and spirit.Truely one needs skill and imagination in the creation of aesthetic objects which can be shared with others alike. It's a two-step process.To express ones creativity and to engage the audience's aesthetic sensibilities.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;The ideas and motivation could be political,spiritual,philosphical,sense of beauty,nature of perception,pleasure.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to its forms which cannot be limited to painting,drawing,sculpture,music,poetry,architecture,drama,theatre,&lt;br /&gt;prose,fiction.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;The genres and styles adapted by the artists is again quite fluid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Its the right hemisphere of the brain as they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;However,curiosity evades me. Does one have to be craftsman to see the God of small things?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;What are the classifications? What are the boundaries ? Or is there a poet ,writer and musician in all of us? Maybe its dormant,maybe there is a deliberate masking,maybe its unfamiliar.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Da Vinci, to the Hussains, to Homer, to Danial Powter, to Ruysdael, to Arundati Roy,to Us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="return false;" tabindex="7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-1783633741645649018?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/1783633741645649018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=1783633741645649018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/1783633741645649018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/1783633741645649018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-want-to-appreciate-finer-things.html' title='I want to appreciate the finer things.'/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/Rcwg4UrcD7I/AAAAAAAAABg/OpJFbYaUri8/s72-c/650px-Graffiti_Panorama_rome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-5227973712456719703</id><published>2007-02-08T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T04:56:03.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me happy and crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love being  a romantic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love to feel the feel of music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love to take a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love excitement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love getting up late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love not feeling guilty about being lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love having my 4 pm cofffee at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love peals of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love the night-time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love the freshness about the colour yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love fair-skinned wrists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love mehndi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love to see people eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love getting a hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love expressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love lighting a lamp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love change.&lt;br /&gt;I love holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;I love groovy ring-tones.&lt;br /&gt;I love Abhishek Bacchans smile.&lt;br /&gt;I love madness.&lt;br /&gt;I love taking a 30-minute shower.&lt;br /&gt;I love to say 'I am always right.Isnt it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;and people say that I can't fall in love....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-5227973712456719703?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/5227973712456719703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=5227973712456719703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/5227973712456719703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/5227973712456719703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2007/02/me-happy-and-crazy.html' title='Me happy and crazy'/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-7847619815917114482</id><published>2006-12-11T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T21:31:56.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And now Dalits get into action....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;  Absolutely unprecedented and uncalled for - the mob scene and damage caused to National and private property.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The Haves v/s the Have nots? Looks much deeper than that. The administration has tried to turn the tables on the Dalits by arresting a Dalit in Kanpur, obviously the community is more upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Now what - we live in more fear from terrorists, mobs, goons, hooligans, politicians, common man and what have you. The Indian saga lives on....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-7847619815917114482?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/7847619815917114482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=7847619815917114482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/7847619815917114482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/7847619815917114482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-now-dalits-get-into-action.html' title='And now Dalits get into action....'/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-2209820433875799279</id><published>2006-12-11T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T03:35:09.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Willam S</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;HAMLET: To be, or not to be--that is the question: &lt;br /&gt;Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer &lt;br /&gt;The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune &lt;br /&gt;Or to take arms against a sea of troubles &lt;br /&gt;And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep-- &lt;br /&gt;No more--and by a sleep to say we end &lt;br /&gt;The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks &lt;br /&gt;That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation &lt;br /&gt;Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep-- &lt;br /&gt;To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub, &lt;br /&gt;For in that sleep of death what dreams may come &lt;br /&gt;When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, &lt;br /&gt;Must give us pause. There's the respect &lt;br /&gt;That makes calamity of so long life. &lt;br /&gt;For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, &lt;br /&gt;Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely &lt;br /&gt;The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, &lt;br /&gt;The insolence of office, and the spurns &lt;br /&gt;That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, &lt;br /&gt;When he himself might his quietus make &lt;br /&gt;With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, &lt;br /&gt;To grunt and sweat under a weary life, &lt;br /&gt;But that the dread of something after death, &lt;br /&gt;The undiscovered country, from whose bourn &lt;br /&gt;No traveller returns, puzzles the will, &lt;br /&gt;And makes us rather bear those ills we have &lt;br /&gt;Than fly to others that we know not of? &lt;br /&gt;Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, &lt;br /&gt;And thus the native hue of resolution &lt;br /&gt;Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, &lt;br /&gt;And enterprise of great pitch and moment &lt;br /&gt;With this regard their currents turn awry &lt;br /&gt;And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now, &lt;br /&gt;The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons &lt;br /&gt;Be all my sins remembered. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-2209820433875799279?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/2209820433875799279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=2209820433875799279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/2209820433875799279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/2209820433875799279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2006/12/willam-s.html' title='The Willam S'/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-2595036356027191175</id><published>2006-12-11T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T03:24:37.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="nointelliTXT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics of 'If I could fall in love'  - Lenny Kravitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;" name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;p nd="3"&gt;When I was young&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="4"&gt;I fell in love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="5"&gt;She was a goddess&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="6"&gt;With a world inside of her mind&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="7"&gt;When she moved on&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="8"&gt;Something went wrong&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="9"&gt;She took my power&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="10"&gt;And the love I had inside&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="11"&gt;Now that I found you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="12"&gt;I don't know how to&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="13"&gt;If I could fall&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="14"&gt;In love again&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="15"&gt;I'd fall in love with you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="16"&gt;If I could change&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="17"&gt;A grain of sand&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="18"&gt;Into a pearl I would&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="19"&gt;I pray in time&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="20"&gt;I'll come to find&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="21"&gt;Away to break through&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="22"&gt;And save this heart of mine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="23"&gt;You've waited long&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="24"&gt;If you can't hold on&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="25"&gt;I wouldn't blame you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="26"&gt;I don't think I'd be that strong&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="27"&gt;What am I to do&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="28"&gt;If I can't have you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="29"&gt;If I could fall&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="30"&gt;In love again&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="31"&gt;I'd fall in love with you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="32"&gt;If I could change&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="33"&gt;A grain of sand&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="34"&gt;Into a pearl I would&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="35"&gt;You love me so&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="36"&gt;Even though I don't know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="37"&gt;How do you deal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="38"&gt;With a man like me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="39"&gt;If I could fall&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="40"&gt;In love again&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="41"&gt;I'd fall in love with you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="42"&gt;If I could change&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="43"&gt;A grain of sand&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="44"&gt;Into a pearl I would&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p nd="45"&gt;I would, I would, I would&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-2595036356027191175?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/2595036356027191175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=2595036356027191175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/2595036356027191175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/2595036356027191175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2006/12/lyrics-of-if-i-could-fall-in-love-lenny.html' title=''/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-4690762945844609</id><published>2006-12-11T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T03:00:53.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cook cook u fool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/RX06KxjH1lI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6RA6xIxqQ6I/s1600-h/TAVA36DH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/RX06KxjH1lI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6RA6xIxqQ6I/s200/TAVA36DH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007222317479614034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RICE AND CURRY SIZZLER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meal by itself.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Cooking Time : 15 min.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Preparation Time : 10 min.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Serves 1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;For the rice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;    2 teacups cooked rice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;    2 pinches saffron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;    2 small sticks cinnamon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;    2 cloves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;    2 tablespoons ghee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;    salt to taste&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;For the curry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;    mutter dhingri, or a curry of your choice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Method&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;1.     &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Warm the saffron in a small vessel, add 2 teaspoons of water and rub until the saffron dissolves.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;2.     &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Heat the ghee on a tava and fry the cinnamon and cloves for a few seconds. Add the rice, saffron water and salt and mix well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;How to sizzle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;1.     &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Heat a sizzling cast iron plate or tava until red hot. Keep the rice and curry warm in separate vessels.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;2.     &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;When you want to serve, put a large leaf of lettuce or cabbage on the red hot cast iron plate so that the food will not stick. Then, spread the rice on the sizzling plate first.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;3.     &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Make a well in the centre and put the curry into it. Mix 1 tablespoon of oil and 1 tablespoon of water and spread over the rice to get the sizzling effect.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;4.     &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Serve with papad, sweet mango pickle and tomato-onion kachumber (salad). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-4690762945844609?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/4690762945844609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=4690762945844609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/4690762945844609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/4690762945844609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2006/12/rice-and-curry-sizzler-meal-by-itself.html' title='Cook cook u fool!'/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/RX06KxjH1lI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6RA6xIxqQ6I/s72-c/TAVA36DH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-698907183179712343</id><published>2006-12-10T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T00:43:23.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Richie N Ricci</title><content type='html'>He won't be happy even if i write an entire blog for him...wierdo!!!&lt;br /&gt;No he is not that frnd who leaves his footprints or is a milestone in the journey...&lt;br /&gt;He is stonned 'mallu'...has a constant expression on his face nd fakes  a smile...&lt;br /&gt;And dare I call him sweet coz taht wud ruin his image  of being a killer which he has devveloped in 22 yreas....loves reptiles(tatoos a crab and scorpion )...loves smoking up (or atleast lies abt it. ..rotten  impression)....&lt;br /&gt;So y do I dedicate so many text charcters to him ..coz..he had come all the way frm chennai to Pune juss to meet me...cudnt manage a seat on his return journey and has his perennial complaints abt it...has always been  an sms away when I am bored...&lt;br /&gt;apologies for not takin u to OSHos...nd apologies 4 not having beer wit u...&lt;br /&gt;MAy u earn more of those yummy dinars and may u find the girl who will stand ur boring converstaions.....God bless u dear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-698907183179712343?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/698907183179712343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=698907183179712343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/698907183179712343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/698907183179712343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2006/12/richie-n-ricci.html' title='Richie N Ricci'/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-8612741057730853082</id><published>2006-12-10T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:47:00.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Senility Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/RX0o-hjH1iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4JsaotgHX38/s1600-h/Carnations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/RX0o-hjH1iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4JsaotgHX38/s200/Carnations.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007203415328544290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Grant me the strength to forget the people I never liked anyway,the good fortune to run into the ones  I do, and the eye-sight to tell the difference &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-8612741057730853082?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/8612741057730853082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=8612741057730853082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/8612741057730853082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/8612741057730853082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2006/12/senility-prayer.html' title='The Senility Prayer'/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/RX0o-hjH1iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4JsaotgHX38/s72-c/Carnations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-2363067800325542146</id><published>2006-12-08T01:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T03:08:20.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Boys and Bad girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/RX08HBjH1mI/AAAAAAAAAA8/h-hd91XkDF4/s1600-h/Justin-Timberlake-jr02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/RX08HBjH1mI/AAAAAAAAAA8/h-hd91XkDF4/s200/Justin-Timberlake-jr02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007224452078360162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table str="" style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 48pt; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="64"&gt;&lt;col style="width: 48pt;" width="64"&gt;  &lt;tbody align="justify"&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" align="left" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt; width: 48pt;" height="17" width="64"&gt;  &lt;table str="" style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 1056pt;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="1408"&gt;&lt;col style="width: 48pt;" span="22" width="64"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td colspan="9" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 432pt;" height="17" width="576"&gt;Yes its Aunt Shabri  again..with her 22 yrs hands-on&lt;br /&gt;experience of life and its applications...&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 48pt;" width="64"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 48pt;" width="64"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 48pt;" width="64"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 48pt;" width="64"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 48pt;" width="64"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 48pt;" width="64"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 48pt;" width="64"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 48pt;" width="64"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 48pt;" width="64"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 48pt;" width="64"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 48pt;" width="64"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 48pt;" width="64"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 48pt;" width="64"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td colspan="13" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Though I   have started the post on a lighter note it deals&lt;br /&gt;with a more serious   issue&lt;br /&gt;(Atleast according to me.Others are requested to differ)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td colspan="18" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;I have   lived in Kuwait and India.So my comments would be&lt;br /&gt;to a limited scope of these   two countries(Culturally and&lt;br /&gt;People-wise.No landscape discussions here&lt;br /&gt;beacuse my vision is restricted. .)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td colspan="10" style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Anyway, I   believe in simple living and simple writing. There are&lt;br /&gt;tools for beautifying   and I leave it on  them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Radha, daughter    of Vrishabhanu, was&lt;br /&gt;Krishna's lover during that period of his&lt;br /&gt;life when he lived    among the cowherds of&lt;br /&gt;Vrindavan. Since childhood they were&lt;br /&gt;closeto each other    - they played, they&lt;br /&gt;danced,they fought, they&lt;br /&gt;grew up together and&lt;br /&gt;wanted to    be together forever, but the&lt;br /&gt;world pulled them apart. He departed to&lt;br /&gt;safeguard    the virtues of truth,and she&lt;br /&gt;waited for him. He vanquished his enemies,&lt;br /&gt;became    the king, and came to be&lt;br /&gt;worshipped as a lord of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;She waited for    him. He married Rukmini&lt;br /&gt;and Satyabhama, raised a family,&lt;br /&gt;fought the great war    of Ayodhya,&lt;br /&gt;and she still waited. So great was Radha's&lt;br /&gt;love for Krishna that    even today her name&lt;br /&gt;is uttered whenever Krishna is refered to,&lt;br /&gt;and Krishna worship    is&lt;br /&gt;though to be incomplete without the&lt;br /&gt;deification of Radha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" align="left" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so....&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much but definetly worth mentioning. I myself don't&lt;br /&gt;know much about feminity and the dos and donts set by our&lt;br /&gt;value standards. But I do know that&lt;br /&gt;females besides being the fairer sex are also&lt;br /&gt;the lesser sex. Besides the  physical attributes...&lt;br /&gt;Talk less , Think less , Work less .&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because its natural ..and anything that is not&lt;br /&gt;man-made is forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perception but I am always open to thoughts which&lt;br /&gt;open new dimension. However,  what definetly bothers me is&lt;br /&gt;the way our(Indian) girls are or pretend to be ..&lt;br /&gt;Everything is momentory and is a matter of convineince...&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget ..its all about getting&lt;br /&gt;attention(nessacary or unnessacary)...I&lt;br /&gt;don't blame the boys.They do things which come&lt;br /&gt;naturally to them.&lt;br /&gt;So here is a  message to all the girls including myself......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;We are like the bow on the gift....let us untie only to the&lt;br /&gt;special people because gifts are only for our&lt;br /&gt;special ones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" align="left" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" align="left" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" align="left" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" align="left" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" align="left" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" align="left" height="20"&gt;&lt;td class="xl22" style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" align="left" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" align="left" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" align="center" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt; text-align: left;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" align="justify" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt; text-align: center;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-2363067800325542146?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/2363067800325542146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=2363067800325542146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/2363067800325542146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/2363067800325542146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2006/12/lazy-boys-and-bad-girls_08.html' title='Lazy Boys and Bad girls'/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDvmUvpZaBA/RX08HBjH1mI/AAAAAAAAAA8/h-hd91XkDF4/s72-c/Justin-Timberlake-jr02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-3203657036533272379</id><published>2006-12-07T22:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T21:55:04.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Moods</title><content type='html'>The best part of working in a software company is the weekends...&lt;br /&gt;Comes &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fri&lt;/span&gt; night and I open PT  to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chk&lt;/span&gt; out the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lateshht&lt;/span&gt; movies ..&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pyar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; side effects,&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kank&lt;/span&gt; (:p),DON,&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dhoom&lt;/span&gt; 2 ,&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Vivah&lt;/span&gt;,Casino &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Royale&lt;/span&gt;..Saw them all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Pyar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ke&lt;/span&gt; side effects : The gen-&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;XYZ&lt;/span&gt; movie with its underplayed humour...&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt; Bose gets into the same fitting white shirts all spiked up and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mallika&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Sherwat&lt;/span&gt; gets into her same little nothings(quite subtle though this time)....So whats the deal...nothing... love,dating and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;marraige&lt;/span&gt; has been gagged and customised ..rules which the today's generation can relate to...aha so &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;heres&lt;/span&gt; the key ...the multiplex audience is anyway the tube-topped one... so make the movie with which the girls and boys identify themselves(and they can justify their one night stands)...&lt;br /&gt;These days being cool is not in...but mocking at what is supposedly cool is in...so..if u r dating someone &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pls&lt;/span&gt; do watch this movie...it might add some glamour and tab points to remember in your boring love life...&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Waise&lt;/span&gt; I dint know that drinking coffee was such a big deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;KANK&lt;/span&gt;: How typical with a twist can someone get???&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Karan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Johar&lt;/span&gt; with his single status  decides to make a movie which deals with a serious issue of not finding true love.&lt;br /&gt;Rani &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;mukherjee&lt;/span&gt; wears beautiful &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sarees&lt;/span&gt; and to contrast that &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Preity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Zinta&lt;/span&gt; wears larger than sets outfits(the diva that she is)..Why do I discuss clothes ? Because &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;is'nt&lt;/span&gt; that what &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;bollywood&lt;/span&gt; these days is all about ...&lt;br /&gt;Two married couples who look good &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;togther&lt;/span&gt; and live an almost perfect life...&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;yeh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;dil&lt;/span&gt; mange more &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;naaaa&lt;/span&gt;.....even if it means  going against the sanctity of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;marraige&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;So these two brave people take the plunge and nearly have an extra-&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;marital&lt;/span&gt; affair on the pretext of having had found their Mr and Ms Right...ya right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Karan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Johar&lt;/span&gt; needs to get his left-right correct ...He airs the wrong message...be it &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Kuch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;kuch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;hota&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;hain&lt;/span&gt; where he teaches the girls how to wear the right kind of make-up to get their crushes ..or &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Kabhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;kushi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;kabhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;gam&lt;/span&gt; where he manages to send no message...&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;KANK&lt;/span&gt;..well who cares..&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;evry&lt;/span&gt;1 these days have that extra byte in their lives...&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;deteriorating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON: Farhan Akhtar hain baba....Intersting plot , fantastic character portrayal , surprise ending,downloadable songs ...but still a one time watch...by the way Sharukh khan endorses for Tag heuer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivah:Why not shaadi??&lt;br /&gt;Amrita rao is mesmerising with her false eyelashes and Shahid Kapur deparately tries to be PREM...&lt;br /&gt;The journey from Engagement to Marraige.....I was wondering ...3 weeks eh..how difficult can it get???But here we have the Bharjatiyas making a 3 hr movie on it...Commendable na..&lt;br /&gt;Madhuri or Salman ki baat hi kuch aur thi...&lt;br /&gt;You buy the ticket,sit,watch,go back to the parking,reach home,sleep and next day forget it all.....IMPACT honey!!!!Its missing these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom 2 :  Kuch bhiiiiiiii...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-3203657036533272379?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/3203657036533272379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=3203657036533272379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/3203657036533272379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/3203657036533272379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2006/12/movie-moods.html' title='Movie Moods'/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-6714560975494916402</id><published>2006-12-06T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T01:45:48.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magar mujhe lota do woh bachpan ka sawan,woh kagaz ki kashti ,woh barish ka paaani</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Everyone of us have had theirs......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;All of us want it back....despite.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;They could have been painful , tragical,fun,carefree,naughty,adventurous,story-telling,sunny afternoons,mango trees,never-ending home-works,obesity,braces,specs,sweaty palms,friends and their toys,their computer,their school uniforms.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Today most of us are working in plush cubicles,earn our  own drink and are &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;concious&lt;/span&gt; about our  physique,status,civil behaviour,social issues, in keeping touch with friends......sounds good,feels better and looks best...but every sentence however long has its buts and so does this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There is a spelling mistake maybe...an extra 'a' missing 'but'  something is not there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Is it human not to be content or is it that our expectations are soaring high???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Probably...which is why a village bumpkin's (simple yokel satisfied with two meals) smile stretches and we keep it short and sweet(depends)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Conclusion...Its never too late and its never too early to be happy ..I could  add a smiley  to end that..Its only appropriate for the time-being..time please :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-6714560975494916402?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/6714560975494916402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=6714560975494916402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/6714560975494916402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/6714560975494916402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2006/12/magar-mujhe-lota-do-woh-bachpan-ka.html' title='Magar mujhe lota do woh bachpan ka sawan,woh kagaz ki kashti ,woh barish ka paaani'/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531862033102303161.post-6096203896111453963</id><published>2006-12-04T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T02:41:47.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suna hain bandh kar li usne apni aankhein</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 23rd 2006 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Scheduled flight timings,million dollar worth  investments, under construction sky-scrapers,family planning,year-long prepartion for exams.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Life is a risk and we have no choice...we forget the temporary nature of our existance because we learn to survive..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;It suddenly hits us when a close on passes away...but thats again temprorary because time is the best healer...I am sure even Albert Einstein would 'nt make a comment on the transitory nature of time(per se)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You are one of the ideal men in my life grand pa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;May your soul rest in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531862033102303161-6096203896111453963?l=naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/feeds/6096203896111453963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2531862033102303161&amp;postID=6096203896111453963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/6096203896111453963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531862033102303161/posts/default/6096203896111453963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naammeinkyahain.blogspot.com/2006/12/suna-hain-bandh-kar-li-usne-apni.html' title='Suna hain bandh kar li usne apni aankhein'/><author><name>shiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734740131636977895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
