<?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-7609806576655763421</id><updated>2012-02-09T12:56:47.362+05:30</updated><category term='My Attitude Towards EXAM ...'/><title type='text'>My Experience With Me . . .</title><subtitle type='html'>medical student,speak more than wat i think,u cant be serious with me,loves to be alone but doesnt get time at d age of 24.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-8500757776750620425</id><published>2011-12-31T23:50:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-31T23:55:44.478+05:30</updated><title type='text'>2011-A complete year !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Those who r in hurry n want to rush through this post to know about my&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 2011 need not waste ur time reading all stuffs in this post , just read the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;summary n quit the post bcos rest is going to be nothing new.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUMMARY :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2011 is the worst year i ever had !!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I lose ,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I lose n&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I lose the left over too ... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [ Thank u for reading the post. Happy new yr for u ]&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every New year i used to feel dull irrespective of the happiness n the friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; i got around. A kinda dullness that cant be explained n analyzed , its bcos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;every NewYear eve i used to feel that i haven't lived the year completely n i&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;got nothing to feel proud that the year is ending.This problem is due to the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;problem free year . Yes, a year with dates rolling regularly , time flowing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;circularly , with regular circadian rhythm i felt bored that what life is this&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;without no thrill and no huge failures to assess ourselves , no loss that hits&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;u hard enough that u cant stand. Nothing happened all these yr i never agreed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;completely that one should celebrate New year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But this year gave me a complete year in every sense. A year full of ups ,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;downs,downs n downs .I&amp;nbsp; never felt this desperate in my life . I never was&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this shaken in life before. I never knew people this much before. Life took&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a heavy toll this yr n i dont complain life ,bcos i got few others to complain.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I look at this year still at disbelief n wonder can things happen such like&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this in life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWLGDpaDb28/Tv9QjICoqEI/AAAAAAAAAY0/K_pjc3Th5LA/s1600/The+Count+of+Monte+Cristo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWLGDpaDb28/Tv9QjICoqEI/AAAAAAAAAY0/K_pjc3Th5LA/s320/The+Count+of+Monte+Cristo.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love / hatred / betrayal / selfishness / hopelessness / lack of confidence /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; people's real face ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; this year was nothing short of a novel "The Count of Monte Cristo "&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and felt many times that my life is in chatteau d'lf&amp;nbsp; and still feel so by&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;losing the control over time n mind .Hardly i cared about whether its&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;day or night for me both means nothing. FYI i finished my degree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; n had to be in a room all day this year to prepare for my future ,hope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; this makes u atleast understand few things about me . But the most&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;problems were not about career .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--qM2hq9o-MI/Tv9RFWF6lQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/kWOO5xUXaeA/s1600/chateau+d%2527f.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--qM2hq9o-MI/Tv9RFWF6lQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/kWOO5xUXaeA/s320/chateau+d%2527f.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;The year ends with a historically low level of confidence and self belief and&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; i dont believe in wonders that from tomo everything is going to be fine bcos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;its a new year .Nothing is going to change until i get control over myself&amp;nbsp; and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;start to move . so the coming year is going to be hard and dont know when&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;things will change and when i can get back to my normal mode.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lots of people to remember from this year without them this year wouldnt&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;be complete. Few people gave the worst things they can give to anyone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;to make my year :) Thank u guys ! you made my year and i ll remember you . &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life never hit me this hard before and i was down before i could realise&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what had happened. 2012 is going to be the continuation of 2011 in many&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ways n lets see what happens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"Every stone cant be named in this world"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -sivasankar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Few stones helps u and holds u to get high and few stones make u to slip .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But the reality is stones cant be named under a general category like this,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; few stones which slipped u once can help u in other way and the stones the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;helped u ,can make u go high and finally pull off to give a fall from which u&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;can never rise. So are people in life , Good and bad are never permanent.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; People good to you may turn out to be the worst predators u ve ever seen&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and people u thought who r bad gives a shoulder when u r left alone to rot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The thing i learned or realised this year are that everyone cant be&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;explained under a relationships .Few things cant be defined and better dont&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;go to define just live with them like neighbors . Relationships are so&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;primitive with few characters ,you cant explain every person and every&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;person at every point of ur life under a relationship.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;With lots of confusion and lots of issues to address the year ends and so the posts&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;with a low note :) Happy new year to u guys. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-8500757776750620425?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/8500757776750620425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=8500757776750620425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/8500757776750620425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/8500757776750620425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-complete-year.html' title='2011-A complete year !!'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWLGDpaDb28/Tv9QjICoqEI/AAAAAAAAAY0/K_pjc3Th5LA/s72-c/The+Count+of+Monte+Cristo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-4941550512456364844</id><published>2011-12-19T01:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-19T02:26:43.140+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Law Of Government Hospitals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A patient rushed to Out Patient(OP) room in wheel chair doesnt mean he is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; very sick&amp;nbsp; than the one struggling to stand in a lengthy crowd "&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You can see this many times in OP,&amp;nbsp; Doctor doesnt gets panic on seeing a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;patient rushed in wheel chair&amp;nbsp; n he casually attends other patients n make&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the wheel chair guy to&amp;nbsp; wait. Common people who see this think the Doctor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;is heartless and the doc sitting in OP always ve a grumpy look which&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;perfectly add to their accusation. The real truth is that a patient coming in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wheel chair in government hospital means merely that he has bribed the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ward boy/stretcher bearer so he pushes him n even recommend to the doc&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;asking to examine him first.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xSfaWYnNTYE/Tu5JUyCuGSI/AAAAAAAAAYc/RFlooels3qc/s1600/hosp+crowd.+1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xSfaWYnNTYE/Tu5JUyCuGSI/AAAAAAAAAYc/RFlooels3qc/s320/hosp+crowd.+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The more elaborate u speak ,the less likely u get an admission" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Many people think govt hosp as a rent less hotels ,so just when they wish&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;so,they come here tell all impossible syndromes so that they get admitted&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;for a week n get rich dose of Vit injections and Glucose trips n get&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;discharged when they wish. The worst case in this is son/daughter bring&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;their parents to hosp n say all non-senses so that they can admit them in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;govt hosp where bed and food are given for free of costs and they can run&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;away. These guys r easy to find n you dont need to be a genius to know&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;their intentions ,these guys ll look stout with a strong aroma of a local&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;perfume in contrast his mother ll be in rags n boat stomach , this guy ll&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;use couple of English words to describe illness n he keeps on speaking.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The doc listens to him patiently n gives a smile which only the Intern n&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Post-graduate sitting opposite can interpret n finally says no to admission.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The guy who brings his parents to hosp thinking its a dumpyard get&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;furious n speaks these Doc r not working properly they ll admit patients&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;only in private hosp not in govt set up ..etc etc, he even goes to the crowd&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;waiting there n tells his story of how doc here r refusing to take care of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;his lovely/dovely parents . The doc watches this all n never tries to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;correct the facts or owe an explanation .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;i&gt;When u smile and respect&amp;nbsp; excessively to a Doc in ward it does not give u a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bed to sleep , but when u smile n respect a little to a staff thats enough to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;fetch you a bed in ward "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;You might not know that a ward ll be having around only 20 beds in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ward but the In patient strength in that ward ll be close to 65 , so now&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;u can guess the the prospects of getting a bed in ward. so only 20 patients&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;get a bed n rest got to sleep in floors in ward . So few follow a cheap&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tactic of wooing the Doc by saying lots of sir or even taking him to the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;height of god but he never gets what he wants , but few brilliant people&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;smile n respect staffs in charge of ward and the result is they get a bed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;within 30 minutes.The only thing these staff want is respect n recognition&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;for their never doing duty of ward in charge.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7lZqY_Lz9Fc/Tu5JTgr5ckI/AAAAAAAAAYU/M1ZyrzSiQIM/s1600/hosp+crowd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7lZqY_Lz9Fc/Tu5JTgr5ckI/AAAAAAAAAYU/M1ZyrzSiQIM/s320/hosp+crowd.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It takes 5 yrs to tell that a thing is abnormal but takes 20 yrs to tell a person is Normal "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Its a common slang among medico community n u would ve heard it often in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;your Chief's OP class if u r medico . The same goes with Biopsy report,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CSF study and&amp;nbsp; Blood culture report. Considering that most&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;govt hosp are there over decades n pvt hosp r just a half decade old.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is why most of the biopsy reports comes Normal study in govt dep n&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;in contrast with abnormal findings in pvt hosp :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Most of the Midnight urine samples are highly likely to come as urine&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sugar one plus and &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;acetone positive "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Lab workers who come for Night duty are so optimistic guys that they&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;come to job with a bedsheet with them hoping to doze off before 10o'clock.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So when u bring a midnight sample for test the report collector just pours&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the sample in sink n take the pen n write a positive value for anything&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;eventhough the previous value was normal. As i said before they r&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;optimistic guys so they go for positive value . Most of the guys who&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;try to cheat follow this code .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; "&lt;i&gt; A repeat of Normal Ultrasonagram study is highly likely to come positive for mild pleural effusion or mild ascities "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;We all know the shortage of radiologists in Govt hosp n the heavy crowd&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;waiting for USG daily so&amp;nbsp; the last thing they want is the same patient again&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;coming for repeat usg.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000;"&gt;" A govt hosp x-ray film is like God "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We can never define God ,who ever u may be,which ever religion u may be&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;but when one comes n asks u to describe God n where u can see him , your&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;answer ll be "Its everywhere n u cant see&amp;nbsp; him alone ,he is within everyone".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The same thing goes for x-rays , there ll be a dark shadow everywhere n&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lesion is definitely within these dark shadows,like God among us .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;P.s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Post not intended to hurt anyone . If someone feel hurt ,mail me ..i shall give a apology declaration in my next blogpost !!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-4941550512456364844?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/4941550512456364844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=4941550512456364844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/4941550512456364844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/4941550512456364844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2011/12/murphys-law-of-government-hospitals.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Law Of Government Hospitals'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xSfaWYnNTYE/Tu5JUyCuGSI/AAAAAAAAAYc/RFlooels3qc/s72-c/hosp+crowd.+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-235381837364562647</id><published>2011-12-12T20:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-14T03:37:27.030+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Electricity and Me ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;This is the story about my first contact with electricity. Electric current&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; puzzled me right from my childhood. It all started first time when i observed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;that when a switch is on, fan runs. I wondered how is it possible n asked&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the reason for it. They said current runs from here to fan n makes it run.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Back then i know only three basic mediums solid,liquid n gas[till now i know&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;only three]. I asked which category it belong to my bro, n like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;all elder bro he pushed me aside when i asked question beyond his intelligence.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then i started to observe each n every electronic instruments n wondered&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; what is electricity.Suddenly one day my brother came running to my mom&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;saying "i got a electric shock when i touched the switch for refrigerator".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then my family members started using that switch board with utmost caution&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;n they never advised me not to touch it bcos i wasnt the height reach the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;switch board. I went to my bro n asked how was the shock ? expalin , n once&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;again like all elder brother he exaggerated things to show off in front of his&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;younger bro n make him feel that he is much grown up n experienced about&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;life. He said it was like some one pulling my hand inside , u can hear n&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ringing noise in ur ears , ur whole body jolts even after withdrawing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from the switch n ur teeth goes ewwwww..&amp;nbsp; etc etc. Even by that age i know&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;he is exaggerating but still was excited on hearing the effects of getting&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;electric shock.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So i decided to know about electricity further more n yet again no one&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gave ears to my doubts or never bother to explain me.This is the problem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i had when i was young. They never discuss anything with me n even when i&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ask doubts in btw when they r speaking i ll be scolded for not behaving well,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; there was a rule for me in home that i shud not interfere when someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;is talking n not ask what it means, although this might look rude for u guys&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;but considering the options it was the best rule they made bcos of my&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;irresistible n nuisance questions especially&amp;nbsp; while watching tv. Few are like,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; those days there was only DD channel n they telecast movie only once in a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;week n when they do so the whole family in India ll be sitting in front of it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;since no other channel was there u cant change to any other channels&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;while advertisements r running .There used to be&amp;nbsp; only three chairs in our&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hall , so i always used to lay down in front of them n watch tv.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; One day when&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;they were showing LUX soap ad , a woman ll be bathing in bath tub ,i&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;suddenly ask my family "why this girl is bathing without closing the door ?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; The whole family gets stunned n wonder what to answer n they remain&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;silent , when i go for the same question second time they give me something&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;which makes me not to open my mouth till the movie gets over. The worst&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;one in this kind is while wathing ROJA film in first night scene&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the light ll switch off n i ask in loud voice "why. why. they switched off the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;light ? i cant see anything ? n what they r doing now ? " . Now u may find the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;above rule not so rude :P .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;May be this continued to long that most of childhood i couldnt figure out&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what my parents r speaking ,so i used to add a head n tail to the story n&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;make it a complete story.I think this quality made me the natural gossip&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;teller later n i was one of the best in speaking gossips in college.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHh5J2rWvEQ/TufKPFvrLRI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5ugqVlLBbJo/s1600/17MP_BHAGA_PIRIVANA_288307a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHh5J2rWvEQ/TufKPFvrLRI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5ugqVlLBbJo/s320/17MP_BHAGA_PIRIVANA_288307a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coming back to electricity , this amusement was going for a short time in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;controllable manner till i watched the film "BHAGA PIRIVINAI" a shivaji&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ganesan movie in which shivaji ll get a shock n go one limb paralysed n after&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lots of sufferings he ll again get a shock n his limb turn back normal..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My thoughts were running furious after watching this , how&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;come its possible to make one paralyse n reverse it by electricity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now i decided to start my test with electricity n know what it is . First i&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; chose a LED buld from old box connected it with two wires n put it direct&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;into the plug point socket , a glow came for a second n it got burned&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.I ran back to my room n pretended to sleep ,later evening when no light&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;or fan was working in home they found that fuse has gone n i was the one&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;who did it.I was taken care well but yet again i repeated the same thing this&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;time with removing torch bulb n connecting it to plug point.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This time the intensity was much worse n later i was take care very well&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;such that till this date i dont to it again ;).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now my focus swifted from electricity to electric shock , bcos in btw these&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;years my bro experienced two more shock n was again explaining /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;exaggerating about his adventure. I wanted to feel my maiden shock , i was&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;going mad to experience shock. I used to touch all electronic&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;things in rapid touch to get a shock. Like i used to run my fingers behind the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fridge which ll be having a guitar like strings from top to bottom , i felt nothing ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;then used to touch tubelight nothing happened . It went on for months finally&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the day came , once i was asked to connect the tv antenna pin back to the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;socket ,while i was doing i saw a spark coming when i touched pin into&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;socket , now i gave wide grin , i know i found what i was searching ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i left the pin down n within a matter of seconds i plunged my finger&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;into the tv socket !!!&amp;nbsp; boooooom ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I6Hhuz6sT5s/TufKSGHiJGI/AAAAAAAAAYI/MJcKf-42UqU/s1600/stock-photo-child-plug-receiving-electric-shock-isolated-on-white-background-46331305.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I6Hhuz6sT5s/TufKSGHiJGI/AAAAAAAAAYI/MJcKf-42UqU/s320/stock-photo-child-plug-receiving-electric-shock-isolated-on-white-background-46331305.jpg" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was wrong .My bro was not exaggerating about the shock he was right&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this one time!! Felt a alarm in my ears , someone pulling my hand inside,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my mouth went dried . Everything was picture perfect like he said. That&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;was the terrible lesson i learnt n that was the end of all my experiments&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;regarding electricity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MORAL :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;" Our childhood interests is were our potential lies n parents must&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;encourage this"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this is a widely used now a days.But its not correct in all instances.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being such a crazy fan of electricity , physics was my toughest subject n&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;as a matter of fact i never understood about electricity , it was the low&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;scoring subject throughout my school days . I never understood what is this&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; step-up n step-down transformer , AC generator ,DC generator etc.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So just bocs ur kid plays with paper rocket dont think his interest is in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rocket science . Period!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-235381837364562647?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/235381837364562647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=235381837364562647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/235381837364562647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/235381837364562647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2011/12/electricity-and-me.html' title='Electricity and Me ...'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHh5J2rWvEQ/TufKPFvrLRI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5ugqVlLBbJo/s72-c/17MP_BHAGA_PIRIVANA_288307a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-2221758704117475323</id><published>2011-11-25T17:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-25T19:46:26.176+05:30</updated><title type='text'>15 Weird Habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;So I was tagged by&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Arunkumar&lt;/span&gt; [No!No!dont bring ur cursor over his name],&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I havent linked his blog here, I dont want his followers list to be increased,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;u see.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Usually I dont take tags because usually i dont get tagged by bloggers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But i accepted to do this tag because its full of narcissism and i felt i can express&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; more free here.Here you go ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. What's a nickname only your family calls you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Thambi" I dont know how this name stick to me,may be i'm the second/last&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; son in family but i get kinda annoyed when my parents call me this name when&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; i'm outside and the worst part is i turn to look when someone in streets calls a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;stranger as thambi, thinking they are calling me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. What's a weird habit of yours?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can never sleep in complete darkness. I need atleast a few lines of thin light&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;somewhere illuminating my room. I still use a Zero watts yellow light in corridor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; which glows all night&amp;nbsp; n fills half my room with its glow ,also i dont use curtains&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;for my room.Thats y I find it difficult to sleep in Hotelrooms with full curtains&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; and not even a Goodnight Liquidator green dot light.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. Do you have any weird phobias? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes.I have. I'm claustrophobic&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;to some extent.I'm too egoistical to admit it and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i ve never admitted it to anyone.&amp;nbsp; I never use Lift as my first option. You can see&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; me in shopping mall/RMKV/Chennai Silks everywhere where i ll be using steps&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and even&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; urge people coming along with me to come by steps, when they insist i&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;give lame reasons like lift ll be crowded or give a enthusiastic reason like&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"before lift hits our floor i think i&amp;nbsp; can reach the destination floor". I dont ve&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;serious problem with it so kinda never think ways to get out of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OUuVW2qE1aE/Ts-dnbz5y7I/AAAAAAAAAX0/n0AGrWdefj8/s1600/scan.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OUuVW2qE1aE/Ts-dnbz5y7I/AAAAAAAAAX0/n0AGrWdefj8/s1600/scan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I still remember when i was 8th grade, i had a&amp;nbsp; head injury and was subjected to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; CT-scan ,i&amp;nbsp; feared like anything being in that room and was chanting god's name&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;continuously.The moment&amp;nbsp; the automatic stretcher took me in deep to be&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;scanned i literally felt i'm boxed and my coffin is moving in, flashing all those&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; cinema moments of funeral.During these moments i keep on chanting&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;God's name and i feel silly about myself doing so , so i better avoid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; such circumstances. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. What's a song you secretly LOVE to blast &amp;amp; belt out when you're alone?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It depends on the mood and time , nothing very specific.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. What's one of your biggest pet peeves?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Its towards people who will be smiling at me n speaking very warm but in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; between&amp;nbsp; when they get a call from servants they yell at them with a face&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; and then once back to me they again show the smiling ,warm face. The&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fraction of second people changing their emotions really pisses me and i&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; start to wonder what expression they ll give for me once i leave the scene.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. What's one of your nervous habits?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I pull both my lips inside n chew my lower lip and then when situation get&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; intensified i start to pull my hair.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. What side of the bed do you sleep on?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Always the side opposite to were i keep my mobile.For past 6years mobile has&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;been a bedmate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; and I face the other side of it bcos of the late night disturbing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; light n vibration buzz it gives when it receive a message or call.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. What was your first stuffed animal &amp;amp; it's name?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think i had one small sponge dog and day n night i used to abuse it by pulling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;its head from body or pricking its eyes.This is the problem i had with all toys&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;during my childhood ,i get a doll or toy but i never knew what to do with it n&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;start to break it.My only exception would be then that time famous Complan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; COMMANDO toy ,it was a wired toy so i can flex its arms n legs while&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;saying Dishum!Dishum&amp;nbsp; during fights, rest of my toys were&amp;nbsp; rigid plastic or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;metal one which i hated till it was broken.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-47MGm8rMTk8/Ts-dmjFwviI/AAAAAAAAAXw/K8bjkWT90fs/s1600/12511-550x-Commando_Header.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-47MGm8rMTk8/Ts-dmjFwviI/AAAAAAAAAXw/K8bjkWT90fs/s320/12511-550x-Commando_Header.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9. What's the drink you ALWAYS order at Barista?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sorry i ve never been there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10. What's the one rule you preach.. but never ACTUALLY practice?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Stop advising me ; i ll ask you if i need one"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#11. Which way do you face in the shower?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Morning shower - I dont face it and receive all water in my back bcos i can never&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; stand in freezing water with&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;face up. Skin of back is tougher and less&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; sensitive,meant for this purpose i guess.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evening shower- I stand front of it and like to receive all water over face , feel so&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; refreshed when water flows furiously over my face and get a philosophical touch&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;that all the worst things of the day is getting&amp;nbsp; washed out and i'm fresh. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#12. Do you have any 'weird' body 'skills'?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing very skillful except i can lift my left eyebrows alone without showing any other expressions in face.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#13. What's your favorite 'comfort food'/food thats 'bad' but you love to eat it anyways?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Argh! I think its cauliflower , i used to eat a lot of fried ones even when my Dad&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;warns me that it ll cause hypothyroidism.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#14. What's a phrase or exclamation you always say?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;" Its a Dog job!! " &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#15. Time to sleep- what are you ACTUALLY wearing?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ i think this question wont amuse any of my readers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Just as usual night pant n light shirt.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;so i'm done with it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;I dont know anyone much in blog so i cant tag anyone moreover this&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tag i too long and a bit tiresome so i dont want to stress anyone :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Let it all end here :p&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-47MGm8rMTk8/Ts-dmjFwviI/AAAAAAAAAXw/K8bjkWT90fs/s1600/12511-550x-Commando_Header.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OUuVW2qE1aE/Ts-dnbz5y7I/AAAAAAAAAX0/n0AGrWdefj8/s1600/scan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-2221758704117475323?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2221758704117475323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=2221758704117475323' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/2221758704117475323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/2221758704117475323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2011/11/15-weird-habits.html' title='15 Weird Habits'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OUuVW2qE1aE/Ts-dnbz5y7I/AAAAAAAAAX0/n0AGrWdefj8/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-4803121037907135867</id><published>2011-11-24T02:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-24T02:53:13.540+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kolaveri di ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sZ6pBEg4fzM/Ts1i9_AVexI/AAAAAAAAAXo/XhiEf72nras/s1600/kolaveri_Danush.jpg.crop_display.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;This song is topping all charts and i must admit its catchy. Simple beats&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;with weird lyrics. Twitter n Facebook is going wild over this song.I was&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;reluctant to listen to it again n again but when i heard the songs for second&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;time i got stuck with a line n cant take it out of my head. The line is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"God I'm dying here ; she is Happy How-u- ? "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sZ6pBEg4fzM/Ts1i9_AVexI/AAAAAAAAAXo/XhiEf72nras/s1600/kolaveri_Danush.jpg.crop_display.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The song looks so funny but when u listen to it closely u can see lots&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;of true words from heart are filled in this song , after all Dhanush is one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; more Soup boy like all of us :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sZ6pBEg4fzM/Ts1i9_AVexI/AAAAAAAAAXo/XhiEf72nras/s1600/kolaveri_Danush.jpg.crop_display.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sZ6pBEg4fzM/Ts1i9_AVexI/AAAAAAAAAXo/XhiEf72nras/s320/kolaveri_Danush.jpg.crop_display.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; But seriously wish people dont treat this as a trend and flood by making&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;songs like this and annoy us . &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-4803121037907135867?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/4803121037907135867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=4803121037907135867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/4803121037907135867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/4803121037907135867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2011/11/kolaveri-di.html' title='Kolaveri di ...'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sZ6pBEg4fzM/Ts1i9_AVexI/AAAAAAAAAXo/XhiEf72nras/s72-c/kolaveri_Danush.jpg.crop_display.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-6365685346332657700</id><published>2011-11-20T01:01:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-20T02:44:48.133+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia.. at its Best !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;green&gt;"Woman think Men's heart is Like LasVegas filled with fantasy and Bitches;&lt;/green&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;   they ll never know men's heart is much deeper than them "&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;-shiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676812672328252450" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AnF_FWkdwiQ/TsgXDGaPvCI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/QEH4PnSHpl8/s320/insomnia.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 186px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 175px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Insomnia is not a new thing to me.During school days usually Sunday night i&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;become Insomniac ,two reasons one a heavy lunch followed by a powerful nap &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[school days i eat proper lunch only during sundays ,rest of the week i just&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ve few pieces of dosa or puri from early morning packed box] and another &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;reason the annoying start of another week.Although it wasnt a worrisome affair,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;those days i dint even know rolling in bed sleepless is called insomnia. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then comes the college life.This period i ve been insomniac for many days,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;although many reasons can be cited out, the main n the most common reason &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;would be late night phone calls followed by texting when the balance hits &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;low to continue the call ;). Had couple of worst headaches in the next day &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;morning due to this but it was like i said college life and you dont ve &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;any pressing appointments the next day so when u feel dizzy u can happily &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sleep in class or better option bunk the class and ask your friend to &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;give proxy . &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life after college is different.Life is slow and dragging. Insomnia is at&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;its best now a days. Its like i have been consistently insomniac for the &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;past 3 months.Not a even a day i have escaped from it.The reason is obvious &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;that all day i spend within a room and i got no job outside except so called preparation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Its not that i got no time to go outside,mind has formed a circle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and wish to stay within it. so who dares to fight our mind !! me no exception&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;to that,so just follow its instructions.Mind has its own running problems &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;within it and feels to stay low. Everyday i go to bed with the hope that i&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ll doze off in ten minutes and fail miserably. Now a days my normal sleep &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;time starts around 4am and i sleep till 11am morning.Few days i sleep &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;afternoon which makes things worse night, the irony is for the past 1 1/2 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;decades &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;i believed that when we dont sleep afternoon v ll get a tight sleep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; night.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;The hypothesis is crushed to garbage, that even when i dont sleep &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;noon nothing changes considerably.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I feel the lack of any tiny extent of physical work in a day is the main &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;culprit but like always when i blame ,i dont blame singular. Mind also&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;has the considerable part in this crime.Mind never lets u off free,always &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;clitches to some unwanted past and ditches out every worst things n few &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;happy moments &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;n run in non-stop in visual hologram ,so hardly u can &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;shut down n &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;say sleep. But i'm in no mood to get any help for this or get any sedatives.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm kinda adapted to it now, just dont beg around saying sleep &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;come to me,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;come to me.No more such bull shits i just stay awake in bed &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and wait for &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;the mind go numb and finally doze off. Million times i would ve thought &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;why dont i use this sleepless time constructively ,all the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;million times this thought ends up in sleep !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A SCENARIO &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last night when i was going through this same sleepless phase a thought &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;crossed my mind and however hard i tried to push it away it stayed running&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;around again and again, so finally i decided to take that topic into &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;discussion. The scenario is this " God freezes time for a minute , no one &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;watches you, you can do anything in that 60 second freezing zone, no crime&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ll be launched on you after the time is over, its like virtually it dint &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;happen at all, now God gives you a Gun with only one bullet , will you pull&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;off the trigger ?? " I was like what the fuck i'm thinking about this and &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;all.But after a moment i thought to decide about it ,so was digging all my remote,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;recent past and scanning through all people i dint like in a way or &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;other and finally after ten minutes considering all my past i decided. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think i ll pull the trigger at that one person !! and even make it a bit &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;theatrical by saying "This is me at my most masochistic!!" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Courtesy:Kill Bill]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I felt a bit sad by this decision but still i want to make it a entry here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;with this month and see in future whether i would like revert back the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;decision or not.Because i can feel a heaven and hell difference between&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 2010 and November 2011,November 2010 was one of the best months&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;in my life,  Life changes in a rapid phase so lets see what i feel when i &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;read it later.:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then i see lots of passerby in this blog in recent days, the yellow box in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the right side of my blog Histats which tracks the viewers with date,time,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no.of pages &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;viewed , time spent per page etc says so ,although there are &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nothing in &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;comments box.Dont know the reason,may be just google search &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;for specific words is &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;pulling them here.Whatever it is all those passerby &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dont drop any plastics here, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;plastics are banned in my blog and my blog &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;is a eco-friendly blog so no smoking &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;when you are in this space ;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-6365685346332657700?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/6365685346332657700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=6365685346332657700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/6365685346332657700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/6365685346332657700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2011/11/insomnia-at-its-best.html' title='Insomnia.. at its Best !!'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AnF_FWkdwiQ/TsgXDGaPvCI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/QEH4PnSHpl8/s72-c/insomnia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-2069833646512042825</id><published>2011-11-14T23:24:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-15T00:47:00.345+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Exam Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mind is just a wheel n heart is the engine , u can push ur wheel for few minutes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;but can never make it run till ur heart decides to fire the power "&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; sivasankar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ck360h8Z60s/TsFnijBe0XI/AAAAAAAAAW8/TqCieBKZ8n8/s1600/exam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ck360h8Z60s/TsFnijBe0XI/AAAAAAAAAW8/TqCieBKZ8n8/s320/exam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674930848678203762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With november AIIMS 2011 my exam season for 2011 comes to an end. If u r&lt;br /&gt;curious to know about my exams, i would say no need of it because if i ve done&lt;br /&gt;well i would be discussing this topic in facebook public wall. In my opinion&lt;br /&gt;this 2011 exam season [All India jan 2011, Tamil nadu march 2011, AIIMS nov 2011] is nothing short of a disaster. From the sequence of exams starting&lt;br /&gt;from march to November every exam was a disaster and there wasnt much improvement through this phase. Thats when i realised the above quote by&lt;br /&gt;a unexplored philosopher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam hall is the place where all weird feelings run in your mind.Its the time all&lt;br /&gt;ur ghost people from your past comes to memory and start to cloud your&lt;br /&gt;thoughts [ reading this i want no spammers to link their yoga Cd online buyout&lt;br /&gt;in my comment box for better concentration power , i already got shilpha shetty&lt;br /&gt;yoga CD n i watch it seriously with wide open eyes n deep exhalation ] .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than that exam hall is the place where u remember all people who have advised u in the past from childhood. Yesterday in exam i got two bubble of&lt;br /&gt;such things, one my VIII grade science teacher coming into the bubble n saying&lt;br /&gt;"sivasankar u r a good boy but u r trying to pretend like a rogue ,stop it n study&lt;br /&gt;hard , u ll become a successful man " . I felt for her ,how sweet she was during&lt;br /&gt;those school days ,she even used to share her snacks with us n taught us to eat&lt;br /&gt;the hibiscus bud saying its good for health.. I replied the bubble saying i'm still&lt;br /&gt;the same school good boy mam except for the couple of affairs in my college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the next bubble of thought within which i found my pharmacology&lt;br /&gt;professor , he was telling in every class to take notes n said few points saying&lt;br /&gt;its important for PG exams which i never listened . I even wondered how many&lt;br /&gt;question would ve come from the points which he asked to underline n i was&lt;br /&gt;lazy to do so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gxt1_D2KVII/TsFniesde8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/k-OlAIhIV8E/s1600/exam-stress-funny-answers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gxt1_D2KVII/TsFniesde8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/k-OlAIhIV8E/s320/exam-stress-funny-answers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674930847516294082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lots of time to scratch my chin n even take some close shots at the girl&lt;br /&gt;sitting next to me to confirm that she is not cute n my first impression was&lt;br /&gt;right. More than that my exam centre was near airport n made a huge noise&lt;br /&gt;everytime when a flight took off. I counted 17 flights from 10 to 1 pm n wondered&lt;br /&gt;when i ll take my first air travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this misery to while away time finally they let me go by 1.30 pm after&lt;br /&gt;all checking and once again walked out  with despair without knowing what's&lt;br /&gt;next to be done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for me 2011 season of exams are over.Thats something i can be happy about ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S  : The toughest thing post-MBBS is explaining your failures to parents.So i&lt;br /&gt;prefer the below expression rather than explaining when Father asks "How&lt;br /&gt;was the exam?? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CRlDxsoFmns/TsFpBiWDtPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/cWZlRZPeW8E/s1600/senthil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CRlDxsoFmns/TsFpBiWDtPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/cWZlRZPeW8E/s320/senthil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674932480583644402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-2069833646512042825?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2069833646512042825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=2069833646512042825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/2069833646512042825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/2069833646512042825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2011/11/exam-season.html' title='Exam Season'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ck360h8Z60s/TsFnijBe0XI/AAAAAAAAAW8/TqCieBKZ8n8/s72-c/exam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-7769560764309257413</id><published>2011-11-07T00:10:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-07T00:56:19.875+05:30</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Its sad my blog is going like a entrybook .So finally November has come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"The toughest thing in the world is to convince yourself".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nW4-ipafgks/TrbfDnTsg4I/AAAAAAAAAWg/MA53TrxpW3A/s1600/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nW4-ipafgks/TrbfDnTsg4I/AAAAAAAAAWg/MA53TrxpW3A/s320/roses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671966033903911810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just illusion of pleasantries and we are awaken from the dream by unpleasant happenings. Its like only when u r going through&lt;br /&gt;ur rough patch of life u realize u r living in this&lt;br /&gt;world with real persons.The moment this thought gush through ur mind u feel a&lt;br /&gt;instant hatred for people ,i mean the real world people and you feel all people are mean n cold. Blah!Blah!  what the fuck is going on in me.. I agree its a tough&lt;br /&gt;time for me  but the thing is that i ve lost myself makes things tougher.&lt;br /&gt;The guy who points black people's intention ,narrows n finally&lt;br /&gt;zeroes the part in my mind causing the commotion n&lt;br /&gt;tries to throw that part out of mind is missing for quite sometime now, n feeling hard to cope up without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i remain solid as ever n dont whine to others , the thing is tough this&lt;br /&gt;time probably because of my breach in self defense n not able to exactly point&lt;br /&gt;the location of the culprit n pull it out of mind. Dont expect me to make a&lt;br /&gt;statement that i shud never got involved in this , nah ! nah I stepped into this&lt;br /&gt;at my own will n tried to go through it even knowing all the after effects ,&lt;br /&gt;probably this time i was overconfident about me n got slipped. Just when u&lt;br /&gt;believe more in you God turns his dice to roll things to go unpredictable ,thats&lt;br /&gt;what he does ,the worst opponent just to make the game more interesting&lt;br /&gt;he turns things to any side with less rules n i must admit i was caught by&lt;br /&gt;surprise by his move n though the move is slightly against rules u cant&lt;br /&gt;complain when u r playing against him. So this time he wins or to be precise&lt;br /&gt;he made the person on his side to win over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth and lies have a very short life than ours. A truth or lie cant stand ages like&lt;br /&gt;a rock. All real life events that you see , you hear n you feel  are true for the&lt;br /&gt;moment but when the person goes in another direction all the truth takes a&lt;br /&gt;U-turn at you n start to become lies n make a fool out of you. Its how u take&lt;br /&gt;up those truth turned lies which come at high speed against you in the same&lt;br /&gt;lane decided who u are . You may run backwards for few moments to avoid&lt;br /&gt;the crash but the more backwards u move more is the pace it gets acquired and&lt;br /&gt;you may get hit very badly. This  is what i'm doing now n this is what is should&lt;br /&gt;stop doing,and face those lies which was masked as truth once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I still got the weapons to destroy the opponent, i dont intend to do it..&lt;br /&gt;According to me thats called POWER. You can rip a person into pieces n&lt;br /&gt;can destroy what all they got but still u dont . [ Courtesy:Schindler's List] .&lt;br /&gt;Let them live their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always i say this is not the November i thought ,i was dreaming  a different&lt;br /&gt;November ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt;: With this November i'm completing 3 years in blog. Life has changed&lt;br /&gt;considerably through this period.  So let me greet myself with a nice bouquet :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yuct8jgaxVk/TrbeHEgoSlI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-BEnCb5PGEQ/s1600/pinkrose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yuct8jgaxVk/TrbeHEgoSlI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-BEnCb5PGEQ/s320/pinkrose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671964993770768978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-7769560764309257413?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7769560764309257413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=7769560764309257413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/7769560764309257413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/7769560764309257413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2011/11/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nW4-ipafgks/TrbfDnTsg4I/AAAAAAAAAWg/MA53TrxpW3A/s72-c/roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-4819955498550400542</id><published>2011-11-04T22:49:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-04T23:00:22.115+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Remember Remember !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;DATE:25th OCt,2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nGbzwXraQg/TrQgyIkq2PI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Ebtg8v0Ej84/s1600/Old_Telephone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nGbzwXraQg/TrQgyIkq2PI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Ebtg8v0Ej84/s320/Old_Telephone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671193876433131762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; October 25th .. night 11.45pm ... i got a call ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;P.s:&lt;/span&gt; ok i ve completed the post ;). Just made a entry to this blog about this date to&lt;br /&gt;keep it documented . Its a very special date n i had a special phone conversation. oops i cant elaborate anything on it.&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/7609806576655763421-4819955498550400542?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/4819955498550400542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=4819955498550400542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/4819955498550400542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/4819955498550400542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2011/11/remember-remember.html' title='Remember Remember !!'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nGbzwXraQg/TrQgyIkq2PI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Ebtg8v0Ej84/s72-c/Old_Telephone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-7133634040701000602</id><published>2011-08-27T00:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-27T02:25:02.187+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Teen Times ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;TRIVIA [ From teen memory ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        "Silk" Smitha was initially called as smitha n she got the Tag after acting&lt;br /&gt;in a film called SILK SILK SILK . Although the title has three silks , silk smitha&lt;br /&gt;acted only in dual roles, one a police cop n other fisherwoman.If my memory&lt;br /&gt;serves me right i think the fisher woman was called as silk ,the film became a&lt;br /&gt;instant success n the character bought her so much fame it sticked to her till&lt;br /&gt;last minute of her life. (u wont find these details even in ImDb , i bet :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e6-QjEEHObc/TlgFcw9FyEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/sTMDGxwbDjg/s1600/smitha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e6-QjEEHObc/TlgFcw9FyEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/sTMDGxwbDjg/s320/smitha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645268124644526146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People reading this might think why did i come up with such a topic??&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention my blog is a vegetarian one , and&lt;br /&gt;kids n woman roam this place without any harm or inconvenience ,u might&lt;br /&gt;think  " Is it right to talk about her here? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason i brought this topic today is that today i happened to watch the&lt;br /&gt;Teaser of the film &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;THE DIRTY PICTURE&lt;/span&gt; . As u all know its a story based&lt;br /&gt;on silk smitha's life. I feel this attempt is just to mint money out of her past&lt;br /&gt;like Spielberg brought back Dinosaurs, the similarity is still more between&lt;br /&gt;both films ; they dint need to pay Royalty to either dinosur or silk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nDg5av2EGnc/TlgFcVSSN7I/AAAAAAAAAVo/rZG7yYpqrt0/s1600/dirty4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nDg5av2EGnc/TlgFcVSSN7I/AAAAAAAAAVo/rZG7yYpqrt0/s320/dirty4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645268117217228722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no way the film is  going to be helpful for todays youth or the old who&lt;br /&gt;feel young  when they watch her songs.Actually my point is not to feel&lt;br /&gt;concerned for the current generation , bcos they r better exposed than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing i want to tell here is about my relationship with silk smitha ,&lt;br /&gt;no ! no ! nothing like i can cherish forever .Just my life n days rolled during my teenage .  Although silk sumitha belonged to one generation before me ,&lt;br /&gt;she was the first woman to enter my home through TV. We had a television even&lt;br /&gt;before my birth but cable channels found their way into my home only&lt;br /&gt;when i was VIIth grade , till then i was dumped watching  dubbing serials&lt;br /&gt;in DD like Chandrakantha , Krishna, Junnon , Shanthi .. In DD they rarely&lt;br /&gt;telecasted film songs n that too they would ve relayed silk songs may be&lt;br /&gt;once in  a decade which clearly i ve missed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Cable channels came through , it opened  a new gate of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;I watched all sports ,snow skatings ,crocodiles ,snakes , lion hunting deer&lt;br /&gt;wrestlings wwe  etc n was exposed to a wider world according&lt;br /&gt;to me. Slowly when i was climbing grades in school i started to watch films&lt;br /&gt;which ll ve a item song with silk for sure .Even Rajini n kamal films fell in that&lt;br /&gt;category. Those days i dont understand y she comes in between a film with no&lt;br /&gt;reason n disappears after the song , i even used to eagerly wait till climax to&lt;br /&gt;know what happened to her after the film.To be humble i was not that dumb&lt;br /&gt;for long time n sooner i understood her reason in film for a song alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days i cant watch such songs when parents are around. I found the&lt;br /&gt;afternoon time as an escape when everyone in home used to sleep. When i&lt;br /&gt;happened to watch her ,i know she is seducing but cant understand what&lt;br /&gt;made her more successful when compared to others. It took years for me&lt;br /&gt;to understand and the same thing that makes me confident that vidya balan&lt;br /&gt;cant outsmart silk is  the "PAIR OF EYES" silk had. She dressed less , danced&lt;br /&gt;with pelvic clutches but still there were dozen more to do like that n even more&lt;br /&gt;in cinema but she had everything in her narcotic  eyes which conveyed all emotions  on the viewers !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the pair of eyes made the difference from rest n ll make the difference in&lt;br /&gt;The Dirty Picture too .. anyway wish the team crew for success with her shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what the Legendary actor Vinoo Chakravarthy :P [ Police cop n father&lt;br /&gt;of Gautami in GURU SHISYAN movie ] said about her .&lt;br /&gt;He says " A man who had 4 bottles of arrack is considered to be sober when&lt;br /&gt;compared to the man who saw the Eyes of Silk Smitha "&lt;br /&gt;That explains everything. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-7133634040701000602?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7133634040701000602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=7133634040701000602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/7133634040701000602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/7133634040701000602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2011/08/teen-times.html' title='Teen Times ..'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e6-QjEEHObc/TlgFcw9FyEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/sTMDGxwbDjg/s72-c/smitha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-8464936073847633092</id><published>2011-01-24T17:55:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-24T20:04:11.673+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lump in a throat</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TT2JFC4EhTI/AAAAAAAAAT8/gUfYtHGXKME/s1600/train%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;wise men fall in goa only fools fall in college&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;center style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sivasankar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;College life is like a visit to goa , you go there with lots of expectations n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;determinations to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  fall but  return back with empty hands and bag of memories .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One incident happened in my college's senior batch that disturbed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; so much .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Its a very usual thing that happens in my college , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy n gal comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from different place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fall in love n  then break up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n go back to their&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;native place to marry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a person who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;also comes back leaving  someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in her/his college gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The same  incident happened in my senior batch n it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  disturbed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much . It goes like this - both wait in railway station  for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;their train to arrive n carry him/her n their thoughts . They both were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting in park bench&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; surrounded  with disturbing  noisy station crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside n devastating silence in heart inside. When&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;narrated this incident it was so touching  and i wanted a perfect line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that could give a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; perfect finishing touch for this n make the situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still poetic.  But friend was way distant in railway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; station when this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incident happened, he couldnt hear anything. I was so curious to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; speak before they break up n the perfect line that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrap up all their sorrows together. Eventhough the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Author has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faced two break ups but   both were  only swearing words from the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gentlewomen part n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; silent reaction from author so i really really wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to know what they speak in their last meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So after almost a year i got that LINE that would perfectly fit to that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;occasion. It goes like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; RAILWAY STATION EVENING ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCENE happens in  a concrete bench in front of a tea shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(with cool breeze flowing in northeast n birds flying back to their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;home southeast )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TT2JE0XHTyI/AAAAAAAAATs/Kz0sGKp8K4o/s1600/trian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TT2JE0XHTyI/AAAAAAAAATs/Kz0sGKp8K4o/s320/trian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565755430367874850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  = We dint do anything wrong other than to fall in love ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    = ( he remains silent to deliver that perfect line)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; = why this s happening to us alone.. why do ppl still believe in caste ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       religion, language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    = (silence )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  = If there s next birth v shud be born in same religion n love all life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     = (silence )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  = what wrong v did ?? tell me!!  ... ( she bursts into tears )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    =  ( he realized this the time to speak n finally says or could ve said the most searched line by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to end the last meet )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;        "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Our Love happened  in Right place but at wrong time !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=  ( silence )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her silence was short lived as the train whistled into the station ..finally she had to leave ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   = will u stop loving me after i get into the train ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    =   will u stop breathing after u get into the train ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE  &amp;amp; HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; =  [ (silence ) - means point taken ] !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt;  = I want to leave this place with a smile ..pls tell me a joke !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;HE &lt;/span&gt;   = (with fast approaching train n  racing heartbeat  he couldnt remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any joke n started to say "  Once a rabbit asked deer ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt;  = come on dont tell that ..tell me something that i could really laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out pls  !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; = ah .. i dont get anything but i can tell one thing for sure , my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   friend sivasankar is really a nice guy !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( they both erupted into laughters which took almost a minute to settle.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TT2JFC4EhTI/AAAAAAAAAT8/gUfYtHGXKME/s1600/train%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TT2JFC4EhTI/AAAAAAAAAT8/gUfYtHGXKME/s320/train%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565755434264200498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With this the train whistled its way out of the station , both got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;married separately ,had kids n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sterilization done . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; = This post means no offense against current or future lovers in my college .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ur story ends this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;way author cant be held responsible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-8464936073847633092?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/8464936073847633092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=8464936073847633092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/8464936073847633092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/8464936073847633092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2011/01/lump-in-throat.html' title='Lump in a throat'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TT2JE0XHTyI/AAAAAAAAATs/Kz0sGKp8K4o/s72-c/trian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-3163044892217743784</id><published>2010-10-09T21:48:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-09T22:45:04.324+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Intern .. Mobile .. Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Those were days  when  i receive a call , a smile spreads over my face like a omlet spreading  over kadai .. I ll be curiously waiting for calls . Those midnight chats with  Her s [plural ] , texting  early morning  days ve gone. Now I feel these things happened a decade before . My life for past 6 months  has changed from my normal  course n now running to keep up my time. Life s Hectic .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nowadays when i receive a call i give a deep frown before attending it. The&lt;br /&gt;caller ll be old nurse calling me to Hosp saying patient got this complaint n&lt;br /&gt;that complaint. U cant spend time for urself . Just when ur relatives come home&lt;br /&gt;u get a call saying a case s very bad come soon to hosp.  In all wards ur name n mobile number ll be sticked to walls like a wanted List. U dont know from which '&lt;br /&gt;ward u ll get a call n for what. Most  of the time the call ll be for unnecessary reasons . Those stupid staff could handle it but she prefers to disturb u. Bcos&lt;br /&gt;of this i feel i got no time for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TLCigws8BEI/AAAAAAAAATI/cgRH_5KoeeI/s1600/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TLCigws8BEI/AAAAAAAAATI/cgRH_5KoeeI/s320/stress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526095426496496706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way i could manage time n spend time for myself .Those were days when v all&lt;br /&gt;used to ve lots of fun within a single room. V never needed a separate place to make fun .Just anywhere our very presence ll lift d mood n make us feel light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i go for lots of Treat  with my co-intern n v all laugh together  but never feel&lt;br /&gt;light or enthusiastic . I observe a pattern of false smile n fun round the Dinner&lt;br /&gt;table. I dont like these kinda NEED TO LAUGH  pattern . So i become a silent&lt;br /&gt;spectator among them. Those days with my friends can never be brought back or&lt;br /&gt;replaced. New friends  r just to be named as Professional friends I say . Its like&lt;br /&gt;going somewhere to break ur work stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TLCihf00-1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/42nRtzZgUaM/s1600/2396559433_e194a64989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TLCihf00-1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/42nRtzZgUaM/s320/2396559433_e194a64989.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526095439146056530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being said this s how  my life s going to be . Its the choice i made  so no turning&lt;br /&gt;back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lots of lots of things ve changed in my life .  Like those midnight&lt;br /&gt;calls ve been shifted to 3am morning n early morning texting ve now become&lt;br /&gt;my Noon routine. Then regarding time management i ve been complaining&lt;br /&gt;For 23 yrs Nothing could be done on it :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wats this .. every Intern complaining about their life style change n saying&lt;br /&gt;not able to manage time.I  ve never seen anyone of my friend managing time&lt;br /&gt;or being punctual . so y complaining Now. The above things r just a small addition&lt;br /&gt;to our routine Life. Its not that v ve lost our life. So sad i ve also been  in this&lt;br /&gt;category . If ppl scold or irritate us in work ,so wat?? v ve faced similar things&lt;br /&gt;when v were a student. At that time v were able to forget n overcome it but now thinking ourself as grown up v take it as an Embarrassment. Why to think&lt;br /&gt;or ve an Illusion that v r grown up when v r not. I'm proud to say i'm still&lt;br /&gt;Immatured n dont know the real world . ya few of my batch Gals even gonna get&lt;br /&gt;married ,it doesnt demand me to be so serious n stiff matured guy. I cant change&lt;br /&gt;for others . I prefer change shud occur from ur Inner sense . And I'm patient&lt;br /&gt;enough to wait for it. .. Till then i ll be what i'm now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya Folks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TLCihtYGI3I/AAAAAAAAATg/10KGc6rzQn4/s1600/quote2+allposters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TLCihtYGI3I/AAAAAAAAATg/10KGc6rzQn4/s320/quote2+allposters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526095442783642482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-3163044892217743784?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3163044892217743784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=3163044892217743784' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/3163044892217743784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/3163044892217743784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2010/10/intern-mobile-life.html' title='Intern .. 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Life'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TLCigws8BEI/AAAAAAAAATI/cgRH_5KoeeI/s72-c/stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-5891748117040408775</id><published>2010-08-05T23:34:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-06T01:36:45.021+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Chat  ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;TWITTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U cant control frowning when ur friend comments on ur fav gals FB wall ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;fuherShiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TFsZJW4qO4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/ijYdOfVpZQU/s1600/facebook2009-04-21-1240343633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TFsZJW4qO4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/ijYdOfVpZQU/s320/facebook2009-04-21-1240343633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502019018315938690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;HE &lt;/span&gt;= Hi :)  how r u ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; = Hey Hi ..fine here , long time no see..so how r u ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; =  Had chappathi for dinner ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; = what ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; = I answered ur next question :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; = oh.Let me tell the last then  " ciao!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*she goes offline with this *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Moral - Gals ve scanty sense of humor..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; = Hi .. wasssup ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; = Argh .. it was a tough day , got screwed by senior officials,they treat us like&lt;br /&gt;slave .They dont even mind to give a 1/2 hour break for lunch , they dont take&lt;br /&gt;any responsibility just show directions n disappear . I hate to work with&lt;br /&gt;  them but i like this job n wont give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* she goes offline without any notice *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Moral - Gals ask caring question not for answers only to be asked in return...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; = It was a great weekend .. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; = Mm ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; = Me n my friends really enjoyed a lot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; = mmHmm ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*she goes offline *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Moral =  Gals dont  like  calm n patient guys .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TFsZJMYvEeI/AAAAAAAAASw/gf0KILUa1wY/s1600/facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TFsZJMYvEeI/AAAAAAAAASw/gf0KILUa1wY/s320/facebook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502019015497683426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; =  Hey ya .. wassup ?/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;UR Friend&lt;/span&gt; =  Tubelight  , fan n two romancing lizards ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; =  LOL :) Anytime   ----izm thana ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ur Friend &lt;/span&gt;= Nopes only 24 hrs a day ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;u know  " Love is Blah ! blah !! ..u cant explain it , u can only accept it "&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;center&gt;     #----Quotes&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; =  haha..  u r so funny .. u made my day ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*she stays online *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Moral - Girls r weird n Like weird people . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S     -  I hate Facebook  n I  Love  Facebook  for the same reason ..:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TFsVK32upeI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZX-vDJoOlgM/s1600/DSC00665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TFsVK32upeI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZX-vDJoOlgM/s320/DSC00665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502014646299567586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;          Few may think the entire post is to mention about the last convo , but its not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true .This post belongs to category - Random Thoughts . :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TFsVK32upeI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZX-vDJoOlgM/s1600/DSC00665.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-5891748117040408775?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5891748117040408775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=5891748117040408775' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/5891748117040408775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/5891748117040408775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2010/08/facebook-chat.html' title='Facebook Chat  ..'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TFsZJW4qO4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/ijYdOfVpZQU/s72-c/facebook2009-04-21-1240343633.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-529671476567545187</id><published>2010-07-07T22:31:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-08T00:12:32.439+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Say No to Plastic ; Say Yes to Life !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;DISCLAIMER&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The following content s not advisable to read for people less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;than 11 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A post to bring awareness against  Global warming ..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;center style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Based on Real Life Incidents .&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always ve this habit .. when someone complain about X or Y .. I just ask them to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show their fingers n tell " Look at them , what do u see ?? "  With this they give a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadly stare n leave the place . This trick  works  well  n u get escaped from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to their  Ramblings . But when i did this with my gal it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dint work [ only the trick ] .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;DEPARTMENT OF O &amp;amp; G &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;FAMILY PLANNING OP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The early morning buzzing crowd  was less that day due to national bandh n she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was sitting next to me in Family Planning[FP] Consulting room .For beginners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes v were sitting alone bcos v were the two posted Intern For FP . She started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual like most gals that " this guy doing this ,that girl irritating me etc.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played my usual trick by asking her "So now show me ur fingers "  .. She got the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;undercurrent of my sarcasm n decided to play against it . She " ok see my fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what next " .  I thought for the moment n gave the usual earth old explanation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" see all fingers r different , like r ppl " .She " I asked u to see the fingers n not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give philosophy  "  . Me " yes i ve seen it .. so what ?? " . She " Now tell me which&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finger u want  to be ? " .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Now clearly the ball was in her court , felt cold , i thought she never knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that am adoring her , but from my attitude even a gal with 1/2 ounce brain can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find out. Was feeling helpless n she added to it by coming still closer n now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could feel her skin over me . She"come on tell me ,which finger u want to be ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the heat production under my skin i wanted touch a finger but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wouldnt be appropriate for the moment so went to touch the next finger that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is Ring Finger .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TDTKaVBrVjI/AAAAAAAAASg/VnqrspFCbRU/s1600/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TDTKaVBrVjI/AAAAAAAAASg/VnqrspFCbRU/s320/hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491236399341065778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     She was now holding the game under full control . She " Dont u dare to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touch  me .. ok "  . Me "  No I' m not touching ,, i'm holding it from falling Down :) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the situation more romantic i went down to kiss her Finger but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in reflex movement she moved it n i landed over her lap , for a moment i thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead .  Few minutes passed [  actually 45 secs only she allowed !!]   n she took&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me by her arm n asked so what r u doing ..  Me " I'm searching for  our baby's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heartbeat " . She showed her Ring finger n said " You still havent occupied this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;place !! "  . Me " I thought u liked Steffy Graffe ? " .  This  time too she could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understand  the sarcasm n said " I believe in Indian culture ".  Me " so what s it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian Culture ? I wanna Know "    She  took  a small pack from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Family Planning Box  gave a wicked smile n said "This is Indian culture " .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  grabbed the pack from her lovable  resistance n whispered over her ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Say No to Plastic ; Say Yes to Life !!&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;P.S &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI - Steffi  Graf   got married to Agassi after making  two children .&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/7609806576655763421-529671476567545187?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/529671476567545187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=529671476567545187' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/529671476567545187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/529671476567545187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2010/07/fingers-no-ing.html' title='Say No to Plastic ; Say Yes to Life !!'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TDTKaVBrVjI/AAAAAAAAASg/VnqrspFCbRU/s72-c/hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-2001806142258434586</id><published>2010-05-28T21:59:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-30T00:30:36.344+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Drunken Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Don't You know  there ain't no Devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;its just God when he's Drunk .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Tom Waits   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TAFe78EIOAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/yBDLFYaOsPo/s1600/drunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TAFe78EIOAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/yBDLFYaOsPo/s320/drunk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476763005687969794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drunken people get caught when they drive after alcohol Booze n police take them to Nearest Govt Hospital to certify them Drunk , cease their vehicle n make them appear before court n pay Fine of Rs.500 to Rs. 1000 then give back their vehicle. Its  a Routine process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every Drunk n the Author ve this doubt for a long time , " In a Heavy moving traffic  How they exactly find the drunk  ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Author was certifying a Drunk  he could not control his Curiosity so He asked the police  " How u find the drunk ?" . The police officer smiled n said&lt;br /&gt;its not too technical or magical . Its a simple strategy  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TAFe7eqzKbI/AAAAAAAAASI/VhmZQTcJBLs/s1600/drunk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TAFe7eqzKbI/AAAAAAAAASI/VhmZQTcJBLs/s320/drunk1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476762997797104050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Though its a confidential one the author wanna help poor drunks&lt;br /&gt;who get caught often ,so he ll reveal the secret here , after all these Drunks contribute major share  in  nation's economy . Every year TamilNadu Budget s&lt;br /&gt;based on their contribution .Every bridge, 4 way, IT parks ve their name in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So now the strategy  :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police officers  got to show a range of drunken drive  within their station limits&lt;br /&gt;to higher officers  say like 4 for a locality. So first they chose a Wine shop as a&lt;br /&gt;spot. Now they place a policemen in disguise within the wineshop ..yes this s&lt;br /&gt;first n basic part of strategy. He ll be sitting next to the man who sells u the&lt;br /&gt;bottle , but u easily fail to notice bcos right after seeing the wineshop board u&lt;br /&gt;forget ur surroundings n start to think about the booze effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next  the policemen ll see whether u r  entering the Bar or just getting the booze&lt;br /&gt;n leave the shop. If u enter the Bar then he notes ur shirt colour , bike model&lt;br /&gt;n bike number . He passes this information to policemen who ll be waiting on&lt;br /&gt;both the ends of road.  When u leave the bar n start ur vehicle he watches the road u take n again signals the men waiting on that road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it may look that u r randomly caught n u resist by saying i dint drink n i&lt;br /&gt;dont know what liquor means ..blah ..blah .He never listens to u n drags&lt;br /&gt;u to the hosp to  certify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TAFe8HMp2nI/AAAAAAAAASY/0F13_BKhEuw/s1600/dui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TAFe8HMp2nI/AAAAAAAAASY/0F13_BKhEuw/s320/dui.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476763008676518514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This s the scenario n so Behave properly  when u r taken to the hosp. Dont be&lt;br /&gt;silly like saying i know this Bigshot , im relative to that Bigshot , I dint drink , i&lt;br /&gt;took only 3 ounce . Mostly educated men behave like this , bcos those uneducated&lt;br /&gt;villagers who come to us behave so genuine by saying that " my mother in law passed away so v all got drunk "  , " it was my sisters marriage so v got drunk&lt;br /&gt;sorry sir "   . Only educated men grumble n show his wife's ID card n all ..&lt;br /&gt;ya. Its true .. And beware when u behave primitive like this u got face our&lt;br /&gt;mocked looks n sarcastic comments .. Drinking s not a crime only&lt;br /&gt;drunken  drive s wrong so dont take it to personal  just laugh it out ..&lt;br /&gt;Answer the questions asked by Doc get the certificate&lt;br /&gt;n pay the fine.Its that simple .. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Now The Author ll give u the Invaluable Tips of How  to Escape from  this ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- First s as simple " Dont drink n Drive "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Second s also  " Dont drink n Drive "  [ Fight Club Effect ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Never park ur two wheeler before wineshop  , if u do so then  dont drink&lt;br /&gt;every penny, save few bucks for Bus charge bcos after u get caught they cease ur&lt;br /&gt;vehicle n after certifying u got to return from hosp to home [ one guy asked me&lt;br /&gt;bus charge bcos he drank for all money :-) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dont wear attractive dress ,u get easily identified in traffic  wear light checked&lt;br /&gt;shirts which ll be difficult to differentiate n most ppl ll be wearing same shades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Then try to bribe the policemen before they write memo , no way out after writing  memo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep within the bar n go next day morning . This s a foolproof method . 0%&lt;br /&gt;failure rates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If u suspect police out there , message ur friend to come n meet u in front of&lt;br /&gt;wineshop .. when he comes take his vehicle n say " i wanna try this one today u&lt;br /&gt;take mine "  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  If u r medical college student . no worries take ur ID card n show them .. u ll&lt;br /&gt;be let to Go .. Bcos no medico ll be certified as drunk in any Hosp . Professional&lt;br /&gt;Integrity !!. Police Know this well n wont waste time with u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Never carry Liquor bottles after u r drunk .. if  u r taking  it , then u r treating&lt;br /&gt;the police men tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow this simple Ideas n avoid get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.s .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Released For Public Awareness , The Author cant be held Responsible for any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;consequences .. !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-2001806142258434586?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2001806142258434586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=2001806142258434586' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/2001806142258434586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/2001806142258434586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2010/05/drunken-drive.html' title='Drunken Drive'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/TAFe78EIOAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/yBDLFYaOsPo/s72-c/drunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-2138921679467732466</id><published>2010-05-22T20:24:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-24T17:46:09.373+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CELEBRATION TIME 50 th BlogPost...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S_gFtfqGVsI/AAAAAAAAAR4/B6GjQ2g9NDc/s1600/50+th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S_gFtfqGVsI/AAAAAAAAAR4/B6GjQ2g9NDc/s320/50+th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474131626219165378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its my simple way of celebration for 50 th blogpost.. :) .. It has taken almost 19 months [1 1/2 years ] to achieve this feat. Most ppl who started blogging after me have reached their  100 th post well before me , no comments on it n this s not a race.. I had a long thought whether i shud wait till 100th  but its sin to postpone happiness n celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 1 1/2 years in blog was like a journey to me , when i started this blog i dint ve anything to write n am not a creative guy too. But something told me that i shud be a part of it. Its not just what i write  in this space , because i spent most of the time reading other blogs n am really a admirer of many blogs here though i dont comment or follow them .I preferred anonymity in this space n thats the reason many of my friends dont know my blog id n others dont even know i ve a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i started my journey in blog  i thought i'm the second Indian to ve a blog next to Arun [ he introduced me to  blog ]  because those days Blog Log in page used to show recent blog updates n always there ll be some foreign name. But later&lt;br /&gt;i realized even a Village gal from Keelakari ll be having a blog n write about Dubai&lt;br /&gt;food cuisines. Now when i think about those ignorant days it  gives  a thin smile&lt;br /&gt;in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After starting a blog i had serious of confusions about how people get so much&lt;br /&gt;followers , how they get awards , what s a guest post etc. But within two months&lt;br /&gt;i thought i should quit blog bcos i dint ve anything to write n had only 1 follower [arun -  almost for 1 yr  he was my only follower] in contrast   others having 100 's.  Slowly i got straightened that blog s  not a materialistic world  n its not some competition . The journey went on i crossed lots of blog n enjoyed their way of expressing things .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally i crossed WRITER'S LOUNGE .. It was a very inspirational  site for me to quit blogging..HaHa.. Its was like a Jungle of writers .Spend hours reading their poems, 55 fiction , acrostics , tales .. I felt ashamed that i couldnt write like them, again the thought of quitting came.But this time i decided not to be humble n set myself  some goals n achieve it  before i quit like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- getting followers in two digits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A blogpost getting 2 digit comments [ only 1 post achieved that ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- reaching 50 th post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- write a guest post for someone [ Raji gave that Honor ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ******   *** **** [ still not reached that goal ,so i cant mention  !! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy that i ve reached 4 out of my 5 goals. Still feel a bit sad that i dint make any&lt;br /&gt;blog friends here out of this 1 1/2 yrs , may be i wasnt a good conversationalist&lt;br /&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S_gFt7qD3HI/AAAAAAAAASA/gXHVSEq1OPg/s1600/50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S_gFt7qD3HI/AAAAAAAAASA/gXHVSEq1OPg/s320/50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474131633735195762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Now about other blogs &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed many gals blog here , they were&lt;br /&gt;all intense feminists n reading them made me know what mistakes we do as a guy.&lt;br /&gt;But when they write they all spoke about one thing common like they wont quit&lt;br /&gt;blogging after marriage n they wont abide to husband in any such rules , the truth&lt;br /&gt;s that those gals deleted their blog even before  marriage with a note that they r gonna get married soon . May be they r ll Indian feminists. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later part i started reading tamil blogs which showed a new dimension . Some blogs discussing  about middle class working  guy's problems in chennai  was&lt;br /&gt;awesome n those jokes about their salary n cost of living gave me a Heavy smile .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;EPIC FALL&lt;/span&gt; - I consider two bloggers  had an epic fall in my reading space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Pink orchid&lt;/span&gt; - dont know who she s  but her posts were enjoyable n thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;most times her conversation kinda posts showed How arrogant men are with gals&lt;br /&gt;suddenly she disappeared from blog world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 . &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ARun [ cupids Lunatic ]&lt;/span&gt; The man who i know as silent dumblook  kid in my class  surprised me with his writes in this space , been a close follower  of him ..suddenly he had Boom in his write and was in high form for almost an year .A guy who was shy to even cross a gal was writing Romantic poems , 55 fiction n vampire love stories here .. but suddenly his blog collapsed ,changed his id couple of times , lost his followers [ but ve his blog GF in gtalk ] n now writing a blog which s just an update about his current life (like twitter ) Hope n wish he comes&lt;br /&gt;back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;TIME FOR COMPLIMENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ganapathy&lt;/span&gt; - my intimate friend who never fails to read any of my blog post or to comment . Most of my posts r based on his love tangles. The PLAYBOY .. Thank u&lt;br /&gt;da for spending time for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Arun&lt;/span&gt;  - fellow blogger n college mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Raji &lt;/span&gt;- twitter friend , hates when i call her twitter friend wants to be called friend alone.. a good blogger writes personal stories n views ..wish she continues her  blog amidst work . Had a great time with her during my final yr exam stress . Now v both dont find time , bcos she a oppicer  now :P .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 . &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;FathiMa NusRath&lt;/span&gt; - married kid .. its really fun to read her blog n laugh at her&lt;br /&gt;innocence . Running away from spammers like NEO in MATRIX .. :P . Often i  get&lt;br /&gt;irritated with her mood swings , the more i read her blog the more i admire Ziyaad n wonder how miserable his life s with her ..!! My view about her blog "Its a Girl&lt;br /&gt;thing :P "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Shimmer&lt;/span&gt; - Again dont know what her name or who she s .. but like her simple&lt;br /&gt;way of expressing things .Her blog s an exception among other gals blog which  r  full  of complication n confusions .Ambitious gal .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 . &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Athisa , salaram&lt;/span&gt; - couple of tamil blogs , dont know who they r ..but enjoy reading their writes .. Athisa  s funny guy n his writes remind me of writer Sujatha&lt;br /&gt;..wish he becomes a writer in future .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nothing left to say , I dont write any personal stuffs , current affairs , women's rights , animal rights , tiger counts .. my blog s like a wild river .. it takes its own turn n direction to travel.. so its a celebration time atlast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont be surprised if this s going to be my last blog post . I had my share of time in this n loved every moment .&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/7609806576655763421-2138921679467732466?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2138921679467732466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=2138921679467732466' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/2138921679467732466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/2138921679467732466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2010/05/celebration-time-50-th-blogpost.html' title='CELEBRATION TIME 50 th BlogPost...'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S_gFtfqGVsI/AAAAAAAAAR4/B6GjQ2g9NDc/s72-c/50+th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-221812703557092386</id><published>2010-04-30T22:09:00.022+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-15T20:36:59.744+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dentist ..Love..Me ..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9snLA6psHI/AAAAAAAAARA/3VLjboQ96Hw/s1600/bruh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9snLA6psHI/AAAAAAAAARA/3VLjboQ96Hw/s320/bruh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466005642922274930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Why Do i Fall in Love with every woman i see&lt;br /&gt;who shows me the least bit of attention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;      &lt;center&gt;                                             -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eternal sunshine Of spotless mind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9snLxaKNnI/AAAAAAAAARY/6BsCrMJmVa0/s1600/bruh3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9snLxaKNnI/AAAAAAAAARY/6BsCrMJmVa0/s320/bruh3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466005655939331698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today went for Dental opinion n Check up . First a senior Dental surgeon&lt;br /&gt;came n was speaking Hell of Things bcos he knew&lt;br /&gt;I'm a MBBS but he did not  know most mbbs guys doesnt even Know the&lt;br /&gt;Dental formula . So he finished his speech by saying Now another Doc ll&lt;br /&gt;come n Do the scaling . After few minutes a Girl entered the Room .&lt;br /&gt;Pink pants , white coat , a blue Mask ..beautiful eyes  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9snLWKxqxI/AAAAAAAAARI/MGjpXEBbcWo/s1600/bruh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9snLWKxqxI/AAAAAAAAARI/MGjpXEBbcWo/s320/bruh1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466005648627051282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She came near me pulled her stool near n asked in a heavily doctor&lt;br /&gt;accented tone&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   "which area u feel the pain " .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played my first card by replying " Arrh ! this 3rd lower molar tooth&lt;br /&gt;n right upper incisors " . She Dropped her voice well below normal n said&lt;br /&gt;" oh.ok. R u a Dentist ? " , i made a cut reply " NO " .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i was waiting for her to drop the card n then play it .  she "so u  r  ? " . I was&lt;br /&gt;waiting for it " I'm doing my MBBS Internship " with this she forced herself a&lt;br /&gt;smile for me , Wow..even with the uninterested smile she&lt;br /&gt;was glowing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again Read the above Italic Lines n continue .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i was lying in the Dental chair n she drew her stool near me n&lt;br /&gt;started her work  . Her face was right above me . I was glad i was in a&lt;br /&gt;dental clinic bcos here I  got to be in open mouth if i ve seen her somewhere&lt;br /&gt;else I would ve opened  my big mouth same way n she would ve thought&lt;br /&gt;me a primitve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling again n again to me ..she must be my age.. she s the ONE&lt;br /&gt;[actually i ve said this 7 times in past  ] n even with all those&lt;br /&gt;instruments in mouth i was keeping up the conversation with her&lt;br /&gt;now n then , n she was using lots of medical terms to get impressed&lt;br /&gt;like Trismus, Calculus , Dental massage cream name etc..&lt;br /&gt;poor gal dint know i was impressed the moment&lt;br /&gt;she entered the room . Now n then she was smiling n i was way&lt;br /&gt;past in dreams with thoughts like ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- she s the first gal who has ever touched my teeth !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- was so eager to see her without mask .. but even with mask i framed the rest&lt;br /&gt;of her face in mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I ve never seem a girl's  eyes this close..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- For a moment i had the thought I 'm lying over her lap ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Her hair was falling  from both sides of ear n with a bright light above head,&lt;br /&gt;it was as if a Mystic Black  water falls flowing over my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- By mistake she nicked a gum n it started bleeding , she asked&lt;br /&gt;me to spit  in basin  ,after spitting again i had bleed so spitted again&lt;br /&gt;I asked "Do i ve                    hemophilia ?" ..she giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I decided whatever happens today i write a Poem [first] on her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9soLfDRvcI/AAAAAAAAARw/be1n2hZUbls/s1600/bruh5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9soLfDRvcI/AAAAAAAAARw/be1n2hZUbls/s320/bruh5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466006750523145666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;[  actually i dont know how to write a poem n moreover dont ve the confidence to name it a poem !! so given a alternate name .  ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                            &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;BROKEN LINES IN ITALICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;center style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  " You r my Infective endocarditis , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;                             &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;u started from my tooth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                       And Ended Hurting my Heart " &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.                &lt;center style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Forever..   Forever ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                     I wanna remain Here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                     Let the world end within this room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                     Let the head lamp become sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                     Let ur flame of hair become sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                     Let  ur hands become my Pillar of Life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                     Let the ..arghh i missed my words .. now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                    your eyes r moving ..Moving all around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                    Like a cats eye in search of milk,  u examining my teeth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                   Cats eye ..cats eye ..cats .. i like cat.. No No ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                    I'm distracting ..getting Distracted ..but now ok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                    because your eyes r fixed on me ..Like a Doll. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                   Cute doll's eyes  ..  I'm in a dream ..let me be in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                     Now my world(she )  is moving apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                    And almost out of sight ..a bright light glares in my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                    Makes me blind for a second ..she says " procedure over" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                    Now i'm Blind for life .!!         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to read the second poem by imagining the dental chair position n light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;- UNKNOWN AUTHOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-221812703557092386?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/221812703557092386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=221812703557092386' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/221812703557092386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/221812703557092386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2010/04/dentist-loveme.html' title='Dentist ..Love..Me ..!'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9snLA6psHI/AAAAAAAAARA/3VLjboQ96Hw/s72-c/bruh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-2897375196566832811</id><published>2010-04-29T23:36:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-29T23:51:49.123+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Punjab..Girl..Sword !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;PRELUDE : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;She Always used to tell " There s only one difference between u n Achilles " [ !! ] ..I reply teasingly " ya..Achilles had a Beautiful Gal friend Briseis   n I dont " But she meant  another thing n I got it now. So is there any Difference btw both now ?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9nLRatA6DI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ih4Y3hjNMnc/s1600/achilles.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9nLRatA6DI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ih4Y3hjNMnc/s320/achilles.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465623122877147186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its good to ve a Punjab Friend . She gifted me a sword [ Though its not a direct gift ..hope u understand gal :-) ]  Thanks a Lot Gal n just wanna tell u something.I loved two things to ve Right from my childhood  but never Got it. One s a sword n the other thing  s a Lighter ,not that plastic one the silver lighter which ignites when we twist it. But u know those things  u dont get from ur parents even after u r grown up .:)  so i'm very much impressed with ur gift . Thanks a Lot .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9nLRoJ3tdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2ND1TfBHzCE/s1600/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9nLRoJ3tdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2ND1TfBHzCE/s320/DSC00604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465623126487840210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9nLSEDFmyI/AAAAAAAAAQw/BDWKEVInxN4/s1600/DSC00607.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9nLSSkMihI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2fLOPSAsRng/s1600/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V shared loads of good times n good times alone, v were so busy in wasting time like each seeing their kinda movies n then discussing about it then Tennis [ u Rafa side n Me FedEx side ]  reviews, which food good in which Restaurant n so on   that actually V dint ve time to Fight or speak about College&lt;br /&gt;gossips Like others do . V made a Good example of how to waste time in Medical college when all others where running around books .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Final prep schedule is the outstanding part of our combination , everyone started their prep a month ahead of us but v waited For 2010 Newyr to start ..again v said New Yr eve s to enjoy so from tomo ,then 2 nd d sat , then  3 rd is sunday ..somehow v started our prep later that week n went at our own [ tortoise ] pace , but It  made no diff ..exam results were not based  on prep ..LOL ..So atleast v could say that v enjoyed our Final yr without any stress or tension in contrast to some dumbs who dint even watch a single film or went outings for last 3 months saying Its Exam Period .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9nLSSkMihI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2fLOPSAsRng/s1600/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9nLSSkMihI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2fLOPSAsRng/s320/DSC00608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465623137872546322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i also remember the First yr Anatomy Record cheating v did ..:P .We were the last two who dint get completion for the record .It was a situation , I reacted to it by signing prof signature in my Record n thought poor gal whats she s Gonna do. U proved u r worser than me by submitting the record plainly without Getting completion n even without completing it  ..    No one found it n v both got through it .It became a Habit the v did the same thing in second n third yr records also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I 'm sick of ur verbal Diarrhea..  n couldnt catch  with ur speed .. [Ha.Ha ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time for past 5 yrs n Hope v would be the same for the rest of the yrs too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9nLSEDFmyI/AAAAAAAAAQw/BDWKEVInxN4/s1600/DSC00607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9nLSEDFmyI/AAAAAAAAAQw/BDWKEVInxN4/s320/DSC00607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465623133975583522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;P.s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  1.&lt;/span&gt; I dont need to say that prelude s a lie .. My readers r intelligent Enough !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 2 .&lt;/span&gt;I always hate Gifts  n i think gift means "Reciprocating Transfer Of Goods " Its&lt;br /&gt;always has a Expecting n demanding side . No wonder thats the Reason Y dont get Girl Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 3 .&lt;/span&gt;Another thing I dont need to say  ..this post s  to Show my gratitude for the Gift .. once again My Readers r intelligent Enough !!&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/7609806576655763421-2897375196566832811?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2897375196566832811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=2897375196566832811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/2897375196566832811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/2897375196566832811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2010/04/prelude-she-always-used-to-tell-there-s.html' title='Punjab..Girl..Sword !'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9nLRatA6DI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ih4Y3hjNMnc/s72-c/achilles.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-6442623043731365991</id><published>2010-04-26T22:01:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-26T23:38:07.285+05:30</updated><title type='text'>EMRI   1-0-8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had my first experience with 108 .I didnt fumble this much even when my  GF's mom picked&lt;br /&gt;her mobile n said "Hello" .So this s what happened ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9XPgpN0f5I/AAAAAAAAAQI/1-NzmEH8HI4/s1600/emri1.php"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9XPgpN0f5I/AAAAAAAAAQI/1-NzmEH8HI4/s320/emri1.php" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464501882610548626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Staff nurse came to me n said a critical case in our ward n she must be referred to Higher centre Immediately,I Examined n went to call 1-0-8. Actually  I was attending other patients  in between when the Ring was going ,my thought  was,its like  other toll free number someone ll  give a warm intro n explain details to proceed. But i was surprised just after Hello the voice asked who r u ,Reason for calling , what kinda illness, emergency ?, Do u ve any other ambulance nearby .. I started to fumble bcos i was not prepared with case details ,so slowly i began to speak with intro that i'm a Doc[actually House surgeon]  from this place ,then as I know How To Explain about emergency i started to say  "Post dated labour, no pain ,needs intervention in Higher centre , Probably Emergency cesarean "  [was wondering what would i ve told if i'm a Non-medico] ..the voice was more than convinced  n asked the detail , again did my next mistake , i answered v r calling from pathamdai ..the voice inquired to which Taluk it belongs, then which District ,tell me the route to reach dere . Again slowly answered but really dint know the route to reach there bcos I'm new to that place . After that the voice said&lt;br /&gt;give ur mobile no,then keep ur mobile switched on our Ambulance Dept ll call u .Somehow ended the call .. Then again explained things to Ambulance Dept..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            But u must give all credits to them, within 10 mins they were in Hosp showing me some form to Fill ..Again took time to understand it ,but its nothing  just a form about patient details,then were u want to shift them , reason , patients general condition n Referral signature [ I  think general public dont need to fill those papers ] At last everything ended smoothly ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9XPf_v90BI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bBRTjroNkIU/s1600/emri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9XPf_v90BI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bBRTjroNkIU/s320/emri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464501871479476242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             EMERGENCY MANAGEMENT &amp;amp; RESEARCH INSTITUTE s a very successful&lt;br /&gt;program in health care..  EMRI s a govt aided private  program n the Ambulance has all the Emergency facilities .           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But some ppl exploit it ..  patient&lt;br /&gt;with  very minor ailment like insect bite , a small abrasions , just exaggerating pain as MI  [Heart attack ] ..I ve even heard some ppl use it to avoid Taxi expense in reaching hospital. Its not that these ppl exploiting EMRI alone , they r cheating Govt  ,wasting peoples money ..such ppl must think, that even in any High traffic people give way to EMRI ambulance, then Traffic Police alter the signal so that ambulance goes first, above all they must think when EMRI van crosses how many people pray to their GOD that the man inside must make to hosp in time n Get well soon  .So pls dont cheat n play with People's Love ,its already reaching Drought state ur attitude ll just  make it a End game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The reason for this post is ,few things look very simple n ordinary that v dont intend to know about it. Like always "Small Things matter the Most " . So if u ever gonna make a call to  1-0-8 just remember few things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              - be precise&lt;br /&gt;              - explain the need&lt;br /&gt;              - tell them the place with details of Route [ FYI : all calls of 1-0-8 goes to&lt;br /&gt;                     chennai,so ppl in other districts shud explain along with their district&lt;br /&gt;                    name ]&lt;br /&gt;              - give them an active mobile no.&lt;br /&gt;              - When they ask u to  sign in dont hesitate , it got nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;                       with Police case or adding u as witness.&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/7609806576655763421-6442623043731365991?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/6442623043731365991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=6442623043731365991' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/6442623043731365991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/6442623043731365991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2010/04/emri-1-0-8.html' title='EMRI   1-0-8'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S9XPgpN0f5I/AAAAAAAAAQI/1-NzmEH8HI4/s72-c/emri1.php' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-5747750327362496597</id><published>2010-04-20T20:31:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:02:08.538+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cigarette ...Attitude .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So most people would ve noticed this in shop.Cigar packets comes with pictorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warning to reduce smoking . I am not hear to explain the hazards or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to quit smoking. I got a simple thought while seeing this images .. I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these  images dont convey any positive effects to smokers .. these images r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fearsome  n gives a stomach brawling effect when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u r in shop looking at cigar packs .Also says &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" SMOKING KILLS "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S83Gi8Um6BI/AAAAAAAAAPw/eeQFZ7TqOuM/s1600/6a00d8341c02dc53ef0115714472e4970c..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S83Gi8Um6BI/AAAAAAAAAPw/eeQFZ7TqOuM/s320/6a00d8341c02dc53ef0115714472e4970c..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462240226680694802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       So my view  s , it gives still more guilty feel to ppl who smoke nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing s that it shows that ppl who smoke ll die of cancer.. Its absurd .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There r concrete evidence that not all smokers get cancer.. the most imp effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of smoking s that it affects the Quality of ur Life..  thats what everryone got to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understand n not just telling u ll get cancer again again ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smoking causes still worser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;effects n its a imp risk factor for  Myocardial Infarction[heart attack] ,  TAO ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stroke , COPD .. especially passive smokers like child  , pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woman etc etc.. so those smokers must realize their habit s spoiling the entire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family n general health .. For that they shud get a Positive attitude n must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give up smoking  understanding  thats its for the overall family welfare.. The way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these pics depicts s an old method of saying if u tell lies god ll make u blind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     On the Other hand u got to see those US  , Canada n other country warnings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...  they try to explain u the facts about smoking n  give their warning in a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;positive way .. even the colour they use is&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; GREEN&lt;/span&gt; in contrast v use red .  so these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;images seems more like a medical advice n encourages to reduce n slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quit smoking .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S83GjdWRF7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/SZyemNlK7-s/s1600/6a00d8341c02dc53ef01157239047f970b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S83GjdWRF7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/SZyemNlK7-s/s320/6a00d8341c02dc53ef01157239047f970b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462240235546023858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Just telling " smoking kills  " s noway gonna help to reduce the smokers among&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smoking population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S83GiSI536I/AAAAAAAAAPo/hYHigrD9ZiU/s1600/6a00d8341c02dc53ef0115714472e4970c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S83GiSI536I/AAAAAAAAAPo/hYHigrD9ZiU/s320/6a00d8341c02dc53ef0115714472e4970c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462240215357317026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;P.S :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         But US cigarette costs Rs 8 .. so if u cant afford that much buy Indian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cigarettes n ask the shopkeeper to pack it in US cigar boxes .. It gives 2 positive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;effects    1. Respect when u take cigar pack in front of others ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              2. Also vaguely  u can take a resolution this is my last cigarette.. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/7609806576655763421-5747750327362496597?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5747750327362496597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=5747750327362496597' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/5747750327362496597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/5747750327362496597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2010/04/cigarette-attitude.html' title='Cigarette ...Attitude .'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S83Gi8Um6BI/AAAAAAAAAPw/eeQFZ7TqOuM/s72-c/6a00d8341c02dc53ef0115714472e4970c..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-1608957257918202522</id><published>2010-03-25T22:38:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-26T00:50:46.468+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fucking  Embarrassment of Life ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting embarrassed is a very common thing n it happens everyday in everyone's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;part of life... But fucking embarrassment is one thing that u can never forget n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;regret till ur end of life for doing it.. Its just ONE incident that  pricks u all time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;so with this here  goes my embarrassment of life ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6u0R23OpHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/f9Kzm7NVVbY/s1600/embarrassed-boy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6u0R23OpHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/f9Kzm7NVVbY/s320/embarrassed-boy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452649992740054130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This Happened two yrs back ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew her n v were  friends over text msg n phone calls .. though v both knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each other well,  v  would  ve gone out together only for 2 or 3 times . So everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was going fine  n one day this incident took place.. As usual v were speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in phone over midnight n time crossed 2 am , i was feeling very sleepy,  almost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half sleep in bed with my face buried between pillows .. like  every guy  i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never wanted to end the conversation [ bcos it might upset her !! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n so was listening to her.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6u0RCMBhoI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8LunTpWRvNw/s1600/emb+mobi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6u0RCMBhoI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8LunTpWRvNw/s320/emb+mobi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452649978600195714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she was going like ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; : i was so such angry with u yesterday but u stupid boy convinced me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         so easily .. u r damm good in convincing me after whatever u do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         blah..blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I was yawning n cursing me for calling her .. she again was continuing ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; : Blah.. blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[    suddenly i caught a line    ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; :  n all things u do really make me smile .. n I'm mad with u ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said it for once   but the line was spinning over  my head again n again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mad at u "   " mad at u "  " mad at u "  .. still i dont remember in what lizard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sense i was at that  moment,   without  any go  signal  i proposed her ..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. come on !  what do u expect when u propose to a gal ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          1. Instant refusal ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         2. Asking time to think ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         3. Deep inspiration with explanation how u misunderstood her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        4. swearing u in all languages ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        5.   accepting it saying mutual feel ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so  if anyone of this had happened i would ve been so happy.. u know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what she did ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;....     she LAUGHED ... she laughed like hell&lt;/span&gt;  [ fuck myself] .. u know i could do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to stop her laughing .. finally once she could get  herself  back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she continued ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6u0RoIp36I/AAAAAAAAAPY/sAcP9H_ws3g/s1600/embarrass+egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6u0RoIp36I/AAAAAAAAAPY/sAcP9H_ws3g/s320/embarrass+egg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452649988786610082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; :  hey !! R u awake ?  U know i'm already in love man .. u even know my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        guy da..v all ve met  n spoke ..just 2 days back v all met ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       dont u remember ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a whiplash n got up from bed .. GawwwwD !!! WTF i ve did ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell i was so dumb in sleep that i could forget everything n behave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so  stupid ..As she said i know him n v ve great respect for each other ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they both  used to speak to me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i thought to reconstruct the damage , but against my expectation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing has happened .. she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; SHE &lt;/span&gt;: u r funny guy .. u know ? ha ha..ok rest well  :) sweet dreams ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day everything happened as normal n she dint even expect an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apology ... This incident was  a huge embarrassment for me ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that i dint or  dont love her better than hell ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but been so stupid in sleep that  instead of replying  "i too like u  "  for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" mad at u "  I   said i love u  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After sometime  v both had to move away in our own ways n slowly the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday conversation reduced to wishing each other for all religious Festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n our Birthdays ..  I felt glad for this change ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After that incident every moment this thought comes into my mind , bcs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she tells everything to him ..so when they ve discussed  about this thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How would  ve they laughed  at me"  ..grrrr ... even now I get pissed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thought occurs  most of the time like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- waking up from bed n this flashes in my mind ..spoils my mood n i swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me in all foul words ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  evening lecture class when i used to scratch bench ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- while  seeing my face  in mirror when i brush , i spit in basin n swear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- when  standing as fielder in  boundary ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although v havent met after that .. I always ve this  dread..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what would it be like when i happen to cross them in future.. If it happens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after she notices me, she would give her well   practiced warm smile n he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesnt know to give that smile would raise his eyebrows to recognize me ..  but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after they cross me n out of my earshot again they will LAUGH  saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" he only did that one na..  " .. Fuck !!! I wish i shud never meet them again in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Life ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this incident when i make or attend any late night calls i used to sit upright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my bed n speak ..no matter how sleepy i feel  i never lie down n speak .. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel this as  Fucking Embarrassment of my Life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Was Tweeting a gal/women asking y dont u write any creative post? she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snubbed me saying mine s personal blog n i'm here to write my ramblings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got  a doubt  is she sarcastically saying that i dont write any personal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things in my blog n that doubt ended up as  this post..&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/7609806576655763421-1608957257918202522?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/1608957257918202522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=1608957257918202522' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/1608957257918202522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/1608957257918202522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2010/03/fucking-embarrassment-of-life.html' title='Fucking  Embarrassment of Life ...'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6u0R23OpHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/f9Kzm7NVVbY/s72-c/embarrassed-boy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-5028981532644314790</id><published>2010-03-23T21:46:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:51:42.632+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Good Bad   vs  Principle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6j721SE3dI/AAAAAAAAAPI/t4c3tNvYu1o/s1600-h/DSC00413.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      I always ve this doubt ..what is good n what is bad ?? , and what r the criteria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to differentiate it.. Atleast i wanna know who were the ones who formed this good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n bad ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;                                              ALCOHOLISM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Alcohol is harmless when taken within limits , i also know the safe limit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of alcohol .. but y havent i tasted even a drop of it till now ??  My alcoholic history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goes way behind 6 yrs . It was during 12th std  Beer got introduced to our group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, few friends started to drink with lots of doubt n false facts about it .. like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drinking beer ll cause impotence this n that : ) ..slowly the drinking population&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steadily increased n the percentage of alcohol in Beverages also increased  ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now   when we meet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v go to bar n ve  fun ..But still am non-alcoholic .. when friends see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me sipping 7 up in bar they frown n get annoyed..  When they prompt me or force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to drink   it becomes just waste of their time ..No Results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6j72SMj7zI/AAAAAAAAAPA/gcbqRhOS9ks/s1600-h/DSC00414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6j72SMj7zI/AAAAAAAAAPA/gcbqRhOS9ks/s320/DSC00414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451884258948017970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;                                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I go to Bar ,but dont drink.. Believe Me !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           I dont think drinking  alcohol is bad or afraid of drinking  n  i dont  do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this to show am different men in that group or i  havent promised  to any gal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i wont drink.. Even my dad once gave me a  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;famous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;foreign  Tin beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which came as a  compliment n said it is  nothing just 7% alcohol in it .. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refused  .. It may look am pretending in this post to show myself as Good..but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still i got doubt in what s GOOD  ;)  so y am i going to pretend to be good ?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Off late i realized  i dont drink bcos its against my PRINCIPLE .. Bcos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when something is told as bad n not do ,  I end up doing it like ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        =&gt;When i was in primary school they told copying is bad - But I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        =&gt; When i was in 6th STD they told speaking bad words  s bad - But i Spoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        =&gt; In high school they told  same dialogue n   but i ended up seeing Porn.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life whenever something is said Bad n not to do i took care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i do such things ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But regarding Booze my opinion s different ..I see ppl give 3 reasons for taking it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 1. For  Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            2. In search of peace or to be Happy or Forget the sorrowfulness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          3. Women ..  [ i wont agree with this one, bcos ppl  who drink before love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say I cant tell my love so drinking  n explain us how beautiful she is.. ppl  who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink in love drink tell this  is to  enjoy his happiness    ..guy after love says this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s to forget her n find peace.. so anyway u r going to drink irrespective of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gal's state in ur life.. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  So this s were my Principle contradicts with alcohol .. I believe that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any form of happiness or sadness should be controlled by my mind n not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any other substance .. I never listen to anyone's words  so how can i drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n follow its command ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This s how many ppl are..when u just say this s good n this bad noone wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to follow it .. Other hand when he realizes for himself  he never wants to do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; owwww..grrrrrrrrupp.. sorry guys ,.. i dont know y i vomit when i take halfboil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as side dish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6j721SE3dI/AAAAAAAAAPI/t4c3tNvYu1o/s1600-h/DSC00413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6j721SE3dI/AAAAAAAAAPI/t4c3tNvYu1o/s320/DSC00413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451884268366388690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                    Shud change the side Dish next time... see ya..!!&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/7609806576655763421-5028981532644314790?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5028981532644314790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=5028981532644314790' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/5028981532644314790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/5028981532644314790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-bad-vs-principle.html' title='Good Bad   vs  Principle...'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6j72SMj7zI/AAAAAAAAAPA/gcbqRhOS9ks/s72-c/DSC00414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-1930359282177404686</id><published>2010-03-15T23:34:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-16T02:04:57.062+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love to Death..  [Guest Post ..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-Script &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This s my first guest post. To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Raji&lt;/span&gt; .she s a serious blogger, takes blogging as a part of life.. so  i got to write a serious guest post without my usual sense of stupidity .. i dint like this story but since by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blogpost&lt;/span&gt; count s very low when compared to others i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; to post every bit n pieces of my writing to increase the count somehow .. Here it goes .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;LOVE  .. DEATH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anamika&lt;/span&gt; got married recently n as usual they loved each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a brief period  before marriage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He s  a civil Eng in a leading construction company n she a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;program writer with  rich father &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.She was unique - this unique &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mean what all gals use in  social networking sites  profile in "about me" ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was really unique , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bcos&lt;/span&gt; she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BPD&lt;/span&gt; [ Bipolar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;disorder&lt;/span&gt;]    (a form of psychiatric illness &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; with this ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to their   extremes  of mood either happy  or sad ,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt; they r normal ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u cant easily diagnose them as most  persons reading this blog r like  that!! ) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  she was diagnosed early when she got her first depression n maniac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;episodes after mother's death  n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doctors assured her  its very mild n she can lead a normal life with her drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were true she was quite normal after that n only once she got the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maniac  form of elated mood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; when he proposed her ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any other lover during love with a rich man's daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he dint mind about her illness  n told her u r normal, only these docs r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confusing u to get few bucks from u .. she felt happy  for him .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;CHAPTER - I  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         He was starting his car from construction site to pick her from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;office , he hated his job  with dust  n noise .. but she loved her office with all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forms of luxury n pleasant room spray ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;IN CAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  : Hi ! good evening ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;gud&lt;/span&gt; evening.. u smell like a sheep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  : oh.. n u smell like n whore ..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she : ya.. i;m a whore to one man ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;IN HALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He tries to give a instant hug  but she resists with a smile n enters kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. it happens &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; n he curses himself  " y these gals  change after a yr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of marriage n becomes more professional even in bed "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;DURING DINNER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their conversation was mostly around their respective firms development n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movement of shares in stock exchange .. neither of them was looking  into eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during love when they had dinner the room fills with laughter n they had smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before each spoon of food n both used to compliment each other.. everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has changed after marriage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;IN BEDROOM  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking her tablet she checks the prescription for review date with the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doctor n files it back.. He always get irritated with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt;.perfect behavior  of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filing   things n even scold without knowing its going to save his life.. Like other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;routine things making love also happens ,just happens within a time to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;maggi&lt;/span&gt; noodles ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though neither of them get satisfied they were too egoistical to mention it or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask more..  Next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun comes out n their routine continues as schedule ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;CHAPTER - II &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   one day  she has to return home earlier...  when she comes home n opens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bedroom door , she sees  everything normal in the room .. her husband , two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pillows,  teddy bear , a water Jug Except an extra 5' 7" feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creature curling along  with her husband   in bed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;CHAPTER - III  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    She made a call to her father ... then she died .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autopsy Report :   suicide , cause of death - opening up veins in bath tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;CHAPTER - IV &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Her father  "U killed her, bloody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;basterd&lt;/span&gt;, i dint like u from the start "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He "U r getting too hysterical ,what happened s an unfortunate event n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am feeling  sad for u n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; daughter , but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; blame me, i think its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;bcos&lt;/span&gt; of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her condition ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her father "Shut up !! all these days u dint mind about that (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;BPD&lt;/span&gt;) n argued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that she   s normal , now to save &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; skin u r playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; cards"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; use strong words sir .. i find no fault in me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; let me be open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with u .. i agree  i loved her, but i was never satisfied with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her n found soon after marriage that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she can never satisfy me , but i never want to leave her for that reason n so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found my own way of satisfying myself ..its very normal..think sir.. when u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like or bored with homemade food &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; u go to hotel or get a parcel of hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food to home ..which s precisely what i did :) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Father "I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; never seen such a smooth talking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;basterd&lt;/span&gt; like u in my life , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;   going to court of law "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ofcourse&lt;/span&gt; sir.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;CHAPTER - V &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The court was centered around an as usual unenthusiastic n grumpy judge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with no ears  for emotions ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Her Father&lt;/span&gt; - This man pushed her to end her life..this must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         not be taken as suicide , its a homicide ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; JUDGE&lt;/span&gt; - [ after verifying the neatly aligned her prescription files from first visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of doctor ]      was she a known psychiatric patient ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Her Father&lt;/span&gt; - Its irrelevant to case sir ..this man's adultery  caused  my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      daughter's   Life ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;JUDGE&lt;/span&gt;          - was she under treatment for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;BPD&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Her Father&lt;/span&gt;  - Lord ..but this man pushed her  to ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;JUDGE&lt;/span&gt; [irritatingly]&lt;br /&gt;                   -    was she a patient with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;bipolardisorder&lt;/span&gt; ,under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 treatment n do u agree these prescription in files belongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                to her n do u know her  psychiatric illness before ..? say yes or no!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Her Father&lt;/span&gt; -  YES !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;JUDGE &lt;/span&gt;        -  Case dismissed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;THE END &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;P.s&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Q1&lt;/span&gt;- Do u agree with the judgment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Q2&lt;/span&gt;- Do u think He is innocent ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Q3&lt;/span&gt;- Do u believe  her cause of death s due to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;BPD&lt;/span&gt; alone ?&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/7609806576655763421-1930359282177404686?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/1930359282177404686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=1930359282177404686' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/1930359282177404686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/1930359282177404686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-to-death-guest-post.html' title='Love to Death..  [Guest Post ..]'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-7950166178446166482</id><published>2010-03-03T22:57:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-04T01:29:17.604+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Boundaries ... PEOPLE .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMEGLE.COM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S468tZVr0AI/AAAAAAAAAMc/0uXl4CmEhgI/s1600-h/India_China.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S468tZVr0AI/AAAAAAAAAMc/0uXl4CmEhgI/s320/India_China.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444496487619481602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stranger&lt;/span&gt; : Hi ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : Hi ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stranger&lt;/span&gt; : 21/ M/ here ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt; : 22 / m ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ waited for the connection to get disconnected as usual when two same genders meet ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Surprise ..He continued .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stranger&lt;/span&gt; : where r u from ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;: India .. U ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stranger &lt;/span&gt;: china ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : so i'm chatting with a communist .. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this he got fierce n i was bombarded with his replies saying the only thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u or anyone ask about a Chinese is " communist " " Red " " low quality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;products "  "poor people "  dont v anything more than that ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taken back with replies ,though i dint admit my mistake v continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our chat ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after sometime i again mocked him asking "In ur country Facebook n Twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n all Banned na.. wat reason ??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he Plainly replied " its bcos of censorship "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied " In India v ve censorship only for showing Boobs ;) "  ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the chat continued he did know many things about india its currency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;language . buddhism ..so when speaking about religion , i replied him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm hindu , ve u ever heard of it ??  "  He said " i know well n its the sixth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biggest religion in world n one of the ancient religion  n in India more than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80 % r Hindus "  I was stunned to hear this from him  for a second bcos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till date i dint know about it n couldnt avoid the  thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;WHO s really behind IRON CURTAIN .&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he explained about the rift between china n russia n the small war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had in 1960.. I told him that India n russia r good friends for 60 years ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was his turn to mock , He " ya .know. u r good friend to russia so that u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can buy weapons from russia n US. u people r Good &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;DIPLOMAT&lt;/span&gt;  " .. now i clearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know this is not gonna be  a usual conversation about discussing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both countries gals r movies ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I hit back strongly saying their role in pak arms n their support to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maoists n smuggling arms to naxals through bangladesh .. he resisted first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying he hadnt heard anything like that n when i started to press , he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i dont think my govt ll be doing like this n v dont ve interest in such things "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said myself -  now who is the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; BLOODY (red) DIPLOMAT .&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S468uGCfU_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/KW2bVPRjp7I/s1600-h/fortress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S468uGCfU_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/KW2bVPRjp7I/s320/fortress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444496499618567154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the topic about war came his manner suddenly changed , n he explained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that war is not  an answer for any conflict ,even if china wins ,i ll be the loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked " How?.  He " already there r lots of poor people in china n war ll make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;them more poor, education n infra structure hasnt reached many parts n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;war ll only  make them non-feasible for still more decades ..health n hosp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;services r also weak here , outsiders  only see beijing n shangai n say v r rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the rest of the china r poor by all means " God he was so genuine n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touching , n i felt sorry for my attitude towards war ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S468sfOLZuI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z04Mbia6TxI/s1600-h/earthly-boundaries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S468sfOLZuI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z04Mbia6TxI/s320/earthly-boundaries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444496472018740962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Tried to convince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him by saying " u r Next US .. n now u r a Super power " .this made him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still sad , he " how u r saying our country super power when most of our&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men r poor, i'm doing my education n not sure about my future n living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with fear of tomorrow ..its damm silly calling our nation super power " ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dint know where the conversation was going but i started to like him ,he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even said  ur country also no diff ot ours n people need many doctors like u ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so study well ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S46-GnA3RFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/gEe6tc9YF50/s1600-h/join+hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S46-GnA3RFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/gEe6tc9YF50/s320/join+hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444498020298605650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlast when the border issues came ,i was in no mood to argue with him n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said watever u say Arunachal pradesh  is a part of india from independence ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reply was diff , he " i dont care to whom it belongs ..but china has got lots of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;land unused n without development , i wonder y the hell they r fighting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a land with only mountain n rocks , if they want they can improve many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wastelands in my place n develop " ..with this v came to end n my opinion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;towards him was completly changed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 I typed Bye but something was  pressing me n i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; couldnt press ENTER .. saw the monitor it was saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stranger typing , it took a longtime n i thought its going to be a long reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it came simlpy as Bye alone .. [ same feeling ]  I send my bye note to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still couldnt complete the conversation .. n v were waiting on both ends ..Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally v exchanged our E-mail Ids n bid Good bye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i'm not going to explain anything about boundaries n people ..bcos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as v all know only boundaries divide us n not people. countries differ but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their people r always same ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s .&lt;br /&gt;        1. Eventhough the comrade was so furious about thinking china as red n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;communist alone , the colour given for his name in the chat room was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED - Irony .. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        2. His English was poor than mine n he made many spelling errors ..gave me a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personal satisfaction ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       3. was thinking for 2 days should i write this as a post, finally wrote for my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remembrance .&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/7609806576655763421-7950166178446166482?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7950166178446166482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=7950166178446166482' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/7950166178446166482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/7950166178446166482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2010/03/boundaries-people.html' title='Boundaries ... PEOPLE .'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S468tZVr0AI/AAAAAAAAAMc/0uXl4CmEhgI/s72-c/India_China.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-7351314537920933859</id><published>2010-02-27T20:59:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:47:52.885+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why Dont  u Understand ... My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;MIDNIGHT&lt;/span&gt; .. precisely Ghost time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the city fast asleep except two hearts n their mobiles ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S4lSdU2TjLI/AAAAAAAAAME/TU-Tgl0XUlg/s1600-h/mobile+L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S4lSdU2TjLI/AAAAAAAAAME/TU-Tgl0XUlg/s320/mobile+L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442972288420121778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;  :  Hi hello ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; : sshhh ..wait wait ..i'm coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; : whatz up ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt;: u called me for asking this .. stupid boy. [ giggles] ok .. nothing special da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  everything  was pretty usual . Hey look at the moon ..so cool .. i hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 its two days past full moon bcos  i could see a mild dent at sides :) n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 moon appears a bit dull n muddy probably dint bath .. i guess [ giggles]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;  :  ya.. wat u doing ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  she heard a noise before his YA ! n she guessed or convinced herself that it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a laughter for her joke ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; : Listening to music in iPOD .. AR.R music  r the best to  hear at this time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     lights up the romantic  mood , right now listening to a song from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          "May Madham"  - enn mel vilunda mazhai thuliye .. the best part in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   is when the word mazhai [ rain] comes there ll be water drop sound in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   track  along with music ..so awesome ..great musical sense ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;  :  Ya ! a.r Rocks .. had dinner ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ this time she dint hear any sound before his ya! but convinced her without belief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that she hasnt heard it ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; :  yup! had onion dosa n naan  in a motel .. but this hotel guys sucks they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  always give priority to family over friends coming in groups .. they first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        make sure family gets seated n sometimes serve them first even when u give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                the order first ..  may be they would ve thought after seeing me that i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 would hardly eat an idli  full !! [ again giggles ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;  : Ok.. tomorrow any plans ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ this time she was pretty sure she dint hear anything before his Ya.. not even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tongue clearing saliva from his mouth noise  ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   ( she was now like a lit up cannon ball )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt;  : what r u man ?? i 'm speaking here like a fool n u dont even want to address&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     me n the best possible thing u could say is just " ya" or "ok" with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    dull monotonous age old Fatherly question " what u ate , what u doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    what u gonna do tomo"  ..shit ..horse shit.. i shud ve never spoke to u ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;  :  Hold on ! hold on! dont get on ur nerves actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; : nothing i wanna hear .. did i call u ? u were the one who made the call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    n  dont speak .. then u never mind to tell about ur day .. its only me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  always on the explaining  part .. i' m  in hostel here with two seniors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 as room mates , i got to sneak out of the room without their knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         n stand in the corridor with this frigging cold breeze n trying to keep up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                the conversation .. but u dont  move a single word more.. Fuck! i had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         enough with u ..this happens daily .. get lost ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He  &lt;/span&gt;:  hello..just wait .. let me explain ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S4lSeKGqL9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/20lFoTgs8vA/s1600-h/sdgal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S4lSeKGqL9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/20lFoTgs8vA/s320/sdgal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442972302715793362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt;  : Leave ME Alone !!....[ he hears "beep .. beeeep .. beeeeeep" ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    He dint try to call her again, even if he did the usual protocol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ll be followed like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   - First call goes for 3 rings n then a good mannered lady says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               number is busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   - Second call the good mannered lady speaks as soon as first call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              reaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  - Third call another lady probably a bit older than the former&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            says the number u r trying is switched off  n leave voice msg for Rs.2.  ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             He knows this protocol better than the Author n so he dint try calling her .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was not sure whether he ll get a chance  to explain her but certainly the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author  got the  chance  to explain his readers ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;EXPLANATION  :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           Of all the things that women know on earth they dont know or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fail to understand the most basic thing  that &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;MEN LOVE IN LISTENING TO U ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the reason y he keeps his part of conversation low n allow u more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to speak .. Just think when u r listening to a Rihanna or Bryan Adams  in ur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earphone do u intend to speak to anyone in middle .. so is ours .  Men just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get into it n hates to interrupt .. he just loves ur  voice  n the melody in it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he enjoys the ups n down in ur tone when u stress some facts .. the hum u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give to buy time for thinking , ur  mispronounced syllables n ur hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way to correct it by spelling it 3 times again again till ur  tongue becomes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flexible to it ( most commonly words with ' f ' in middle n  ' s ' a the start )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur unique way of ending the converstaion  everytime like saying  " bye " or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"goodnight "  with different add on tags behind n before the word , u listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carefully to hear a rain drop in songs but he listens  more carefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in ur speech n  listens the breath u take in between words n the long breath u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take after completing a long sentence, he can even differentiate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the split second diff between two ... thus He loves everything in the conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with u except the msg showing how much the Last call costs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats the reason . Trust this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           " &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;guy who speaks less n listens lot is the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    who loves u the most &lt;/span&gt;" n vice versa ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       So just with hold ur thoughts that He found another gal or he is not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interested in u anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Try to understand him n  Live a Happy Life ...&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/7609806576655763421-7351314537920933859?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7351314537920933859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=7351314537920933859' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/7351314537920933859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/7351314537920933859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-dont-u-understand-my-love.html' title='Why Dont  u Understand ... My Love'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S4lSdU2TjLI/AAAAAAAAAME/TU-Tgl0XUlg/s72-c/mobile+L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-1786340524950743315</id><published>2010-02-24T22:01:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:55:04.137+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Hate 22 ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Many people think this 20's age are full of fun n happiness ... but i damm hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it. Most of the time it sucks to be in this age..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS THAT SUCKS   are ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - What else other than ur coll n prof , everyone keeps a eye on u say  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;u guys r irresponsible"   " u dont respect or fear "  " u dont follow this that "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    -  ADVICE  .. everyone everywhere n on everything including ur parents , they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also add this is a very crucial age it decides ur character so u got to be very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;careful , u got watch ur steps ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     - in traffic , some times  almost collision occurs  but u brake at right movement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but people around never praise u,  instead scold by saying  u guys always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rash drive , never follow traffic rules .  [ personal eg.. a kid crossed the mainroad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with noman's expectation, i almost .. but good god  i braked my car ,with tyre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squeezing  sounds , the reward i got is " people in car never mind pedestrians !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for heaven's sake i'm not in metropolitan city orelse ppl there ll compare me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with BMW hit n run case . and even write a article about me in Hindu readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;column ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Health aspects , last month there was almost an epidemic of chickungunya /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cross river fever [ waiting for lab test to confirm  what kinda fever ,for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than 2 months - govt rocks !! ] so everyone in my street was affected inclu me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fever with worst joint pain .. when i was suffering with this, my neighbour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old couples said " u r young man just 22 , so joint pain would be nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for u ..  when i was at ur age ..[ wont type that all n kill u like they did to me ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - if u r lean ppl ask " y u r so lean " or " y u r too obese "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - most of the dad who comes out with his daughter gives a stare at u n tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   to his mind this guy is a Rogue without remembering he was once at this age !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - more than all this the DILEMMA  about career n personal life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - being single !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually bored with this age .. i wanna get quickly to  around 35 yrs , great age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to live ..&lt;br /&gt;          - u ll be settled with ur career ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          - u ll be sitting behind a desk job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         -  a happy family with kids n wife, n the sweet part s at this age ur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marriage life ll also be settled from fights n quarrels .. wife ll be fucking tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with u  [ read  it carefully , i dint type Tired in fucking with u ] n she doesnt comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for any argument or fights !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         - kids look at u as a superhero ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         - a small pot belly falls out ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         - fixed routine like wake up - office - home -food -sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          - no more friends asking b'day treat !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    etc etc.. Happy Age ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;            P.s - Though readers instantly  think of the usual proverb distance leads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enchantment.. I'm really tired of my 22 !&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/7609806576655763421-1786340524950743315?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/1786340524950743315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=1786340524950743315' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/1786340524950743315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/1786340524950743315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-hate-22.html' title='I Hate 22 ..'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-5596645886426567617</id><published>2010-02-23T01:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-23T01:53:06.979+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MY Blog is not Worse ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many of my readers [ only 2 ]  ask me this .. Y ur blog dont ve followers in three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digit or y ur blog visit s not in 2 digits per day ...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     So it s  my responsibility to explain those countless readers [ 2 ]  about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; First of all my blog is not worse .. ok u dont agree then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read as my blog s not that worse.. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     HERE are my stats to show it...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I may be a mbbs student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but after reading this u ll know how good  i'm in stats n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;india has missed a great economist &lt;/span&gt;...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S4LmoOCF1mI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ccGB3khp76M/s1600-h/statistics.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S4LmoOCF1mI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ccGB3khp76M/s320/statistics.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441164878453003874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Averagely most bloggers ve followers around 50 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a blogs true quality s assessed by the comments it gets for its post .. that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way most 50 follower blogs ve a average comment of 5 [ excluding their own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank note n LOLZ ] so the ratio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          50  :  5  which means  =  10 :  1 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My blog has got 9 followers n average comment i get is 3 [excluding my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            so the ratio is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    9 :  3  which means   =  3 :  1 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     3  : 1  is  &gt;  than 10  :   1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ratio wise mine s superior to most of the blog ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt;  Hence  Proved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              1. I havent Joined in any blogger community to promote my blog ...&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;             2. I dont unnecessarly comment in others blog as NICE WRITE , FUNNY ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       LOLZ ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          3. I even refused n turned down the offer to join in those community ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   even refused their personal invitation [ if this is hard to believe then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  forget it , dont enquire !!! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          4.  I dont publish the link of my new post in any social networking sites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     like twitter ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         5. I dont follow many blog s[ actually lazy , that too doctors blog means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 wont turn their side again .. boring guys ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        6. i dont tell my coll friends about my blog or ask opinion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         7 . I dont post any explicit contents in my  blog [ only see it !!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         8 .  I dont celebrate blog b'day or 100th post !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  9. I dont post unnecessary events like my street dog down with fever etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               [ cha .. thought somehow i shud write 10 pts ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Then to my blog readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            our blog is based on quality development thats y i dont put any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;google ad sense on my blog n earn ..eventhough i'm seriously in need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of money ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S4Lmnj5FljI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KmYjRgYAm84/s1600-h/stat2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S4Lmnj5FljI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KmYjRgYAm84/s320/stat2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441164867140949554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 sooner ppl ll notice our blog n read .. so pls wait for the change ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what v need now s patience .. i know its tough time ..but i ll lead u to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;victory n fame like i ve done in my past ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Thanks for ur incredible support n faith in me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s:&lt;br /&gt;          writing after my final yr 1 1'/2 months exam period , so just checking&lt;br /&gt;my sanity with this blog.. still got doubt whether i'm a normal.&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/7609806576655763421-5596645886426567617?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5596645886426567617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=5596645886426567617' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/5596645886426567617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/5596645886426567617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-blog-is-not-worse.html' title='MY Blog is not Worse ...'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S4LmoOCF1mI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ccGB3khp76M/s72-c/statistics.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-9202522231259157523</id><published>2009-12-20T16:43:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:48:32.609+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love * PAUSE * Love ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Before Five  years :-  ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           " now v both r in love n our heart s full of love , but later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      when the situation changes v might fight n depart so  ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  she couldnt complete  before that he kissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her n told it ll never happen , v ll be the best lovers forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"every love starts like this n later  waves of problems  comes  one after another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n at some point love  breaks , so  v must stick to a principle that is .. " again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interrupted with kisses ...  ssshhh.. This ll take time , so the author ll explain what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s her principle or rule,  meantime let them complete their romance .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rule s &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; " when they get into a fight if someone says PAUSE  they shud stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;everything   n only when the person who says pause  speaks first, the conversation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ll be continued " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;BEFORE   3  YEARS  :- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;  =    So what s ur pblm .. early morning u want to fight n spoil my day .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   u r driving me nuts ...  i dint put the dinner plate in basin yesterday .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   ok  whats in it .. i was  tired like a bull n forgot .. is it a big pblm for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                u ..  u  show no signs of what u were when v loved ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; SHE &lt;/span&gt;   =  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; *PAUSE *     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;    =   aaaaa [ as per rules he stops, his anger was running over his head , but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                got to stick to the rule ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt;   =  [ she gasps for few mins n couldnt control ]  come on what u r saying ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 i dont show love , Eh .. its who u ve changed , u treat me like a slave ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                wash the dry oily dishes one day then u ll know how diff it is. dont think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 only u r struggling  ... i'm double tired with office n housework .. still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                u dont even want to move a single piece of stone ..and u say  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;   =  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* PAUSE *   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ( the conversation continued, even the PAUSE couldnt stop them ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;  =  i dont ve the same love towards u anymore ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt;  = i'm glad atlast u said the truth .. its a mutual feeling  ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HE &lt;/span&gt; =  WTF ? u dont love me ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ they both got to closer n  his anger could be seen over his throbbing forehead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  pulsation ..]  she sensed his anger n thought to say&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  * PAUSE * &lt;/span&gt; but before that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he grabbed her like an animal n gave a kiss which she has never felt before, it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wildest thing she has felt ever , it was hurting  n  she wanted to say  pause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the other hand she was also giving a pricking kiss which he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; has never felt before  ... since both their lips were working n none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of them could tell&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; * pause * &lt;/span&gt; ..finally   everything ended in bed . All their cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fights where ending in bed ..   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;PRESENT :-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           He did the same thing, forgot to put his dinner plate in basin yesterday ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;  =    So what s ur pblm .. early morning u want to fight n spoil my day .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt;  = &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; * PAUSE *&lt;/span&gt;  [ then after few mins ]   u think only i'm fighting each time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ( it continued like everytime n bedroom door was waiting to be opened ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it has reached  the Heat n soon its gonna happen ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabbed her like an animal  n at that time a  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; THIRD VOICE&lt;/span&gt; entered the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n said&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; * PAUSE *&lt;/span&gt;  n ran away .. They ve to stop everything bcos of their rule . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat over the sofa with perspiration  n she went to kitchen n was emptying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tumbler after tumbler of water ...  They both felt as if their nerves gonna burst..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..  slowly  Their blood was washing away all the hormones ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neurotransmitters from the   periphery  n the circulation got normalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The only thing they could do ( n the author too  ) is to wait for their&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 yr old son to  come back n speak ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          The kid dint know  anything about this n was happily  playing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; *PAUSE *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;game two  streets away with another kid .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* THE PAUSE * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/7609806576655763421-9202522231259157523?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/9202522231259157523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=9202522231259157523' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/9202522231259157523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/9202522231259157523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-pause-love.html' title='Love * PAUSE * Love ...'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-8478131056163703663</id><published>2009-12-20T16:05:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-20T16:45:29.443+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No Title ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;GTalk ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Arun&lt;/span&gt; -  are u aware of my existence  ? means r u aware of what job i do online ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Online friend  &lt;/span&gt;- yes .. i am aware . i ve heard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Arun&lt;/span&gt;  - can u please tell me what u ve heard ..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;O F&lt;/span&gt;     -  u r doing a job which is a CLASSIFIED ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Arun&lt;/span&gt; -  ah ..even my coll frens couldn't ve told better :) :) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             then r u aware of the Nickname given by my frens in clg .. ? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;O F&lt;/span&gt;    -  yes .. iam aware ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Arun&lt;/span&gt; -  pls continue what u heard :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;O F&lt;/span&gt;    -  They call u &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; " ABOVE 40 ARUNKUMAR "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Arun&lt;/span&gt;   -    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Precisely &lt;/span&gt; :) :) ... and i prefer to be called above 40 arunkumar rather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                than silky or other nick names  bcos i  Earned that name .. n i love it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        THE DIFFERENCE what i ve observed so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; when lover's sit in restaurant they always sit opposite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      but married couples  mostly sit by side ..  I think during love they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are so keen in looking into each others eyes n after marriage they sit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by side to keep both their hearts as close as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;  when i see someone speaking to their gal frens in mobile always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their lips arch towards  ears n there ll be increase in flesh over the cheeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n eyes roaming  in all direction.But when a married guy speaks over phone he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keeps a tight lips , fixed eyes mostly facing down , no expressions , plain voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n words so short as if each word costs.. y is this change ?  mmm vil tell u after '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marriage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      But really u want to know how to speak to a  gal ..listen to ganapathy when he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaks .. his voice modulation, his usage of phrases , his proun of vowels , he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stresses some words to  make it sink at the other end of the phone , frequent usage of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bluffs like  " ha ha ha "  " cha cha sollu "  " appuram " etc etc..  I ve seen lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of people who ride bike with mobile but he s the only one who types sms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n ride the bike .. I think he wont change after marriage like above and  i dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think  he ll stop making GF s after marriage too ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY is the question that never leave us ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; when v r kids              - How many toys u ve ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In primary school   - How many video games u ve ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In High school         -   How many BF's  u ve ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In college                   -  How many  GF's u ve ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After marriage         - How many children u ve ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After divorce            -  How many  affairs u had ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old age                       -  How many tablets  u ve daily ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Very old age             -  [ thats the only time v ask ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               How many more days i'm gonna live ?&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/7609806576655763421-8478131056163703663?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/8478131056163703663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=8478131056163703663' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/8478131056163703663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/8478131056163703663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-title.html' title='No Title ..'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-6368703753529173925</id><published>2009-11-29T15:02:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-29T16:10:05.212+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Making Love ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DINNER TABLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            " are u sure u dont want anything ? ve atleast a cup of coffee.." he asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope " she replied with a smile . After dinner he went to drop her in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;room n at the gates he couldnt resist,  he just dragged his eyes down n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw her Neck line,moonlight  was falling on her n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creating a shadow on her neckline ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she caught his eyes ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SxJONj9hgLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WrO30FpVtC4/s1600/vam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SxJONj9hgLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WrO30FpVtC4/s320/vam2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409472097323942066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       He&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" moonlight turns even the most civilised men into PRIMITIVE "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she smiles within lips &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" today u see me like a school boy  :)  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;... Although they have speaked about this for hours casually before  they still felt a coldness inside ...  Finally they decided to GO !! Ahead this time ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       They both entered her bedroom n fell in bed..  he found the surrounding&lt;br /&gt;nostalgic and a sense of fear was gripping him but he convinced his Instinct&lt;br /&gt;by saying it happens to everyone when they do for the first time ..Still the moon was looking at them without any curiosity about whats going to happen .. He heard some wierd noise around the street ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now he turned her and was ready to do for what they were born...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly he started to unveil her neckline which the moonlight shadow made him not to see before ... At the Heat of the moment he received a sms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;" Hi buddy , will be late by 2 hrs, got a work  will see u after that :)" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He got a whiplash , she ll be late ah ? then who is the one under her skin now with me  in bed ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SxJOOSp-SqI/AAAAAAAAALM/-WItLfgpG94/s1600/vamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SxJOOSp-SqI/AAAAAAAAALM/-WItLfgpG94/s320/vamp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409472109858409122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to think,  today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; -  she dint eat with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-  she was extremely Beautiful under moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;             - she s unusually cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;             - her eyes are of diff colour ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He wanted to make a conclusion that the one now with him is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VAMPIRE  ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to cry out , he wanted to run amok ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before that she started to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HUG HIM  n KISS HIS NECK ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SxJON13BAcI/AAAAAAAAALE/KlVn1z3IcsE/s1600/vampire-girl.jpg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SxJON13BAcI/AAAAAAAAALE/KlVn1z3IcsE/s320/vampire-girl.jpg1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409472102128484802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT MORNING :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 He woke up n thought the same stupid question every human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asks after an accident or attack " where am I ? " ..He found himself in the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bed , now its day but sun rays couldnt cross the dark curtain n enter the room so it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was forming a thin frame of the window around the curtain .. He found his hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pale n lips dry , doubting was he still a human .. But he was still a human with all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain senses intact   .. he sighed with relief  n found her sleeping under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his skin . He kissed her forehead n slapped his mobile cursing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;" BSNL msgs always deliver late , that must be a msg  sent afternoon by her n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;delivered to me midnight .. bsnl sucks " ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  He got dressed n whispered in her ears  " Its day "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she moaned "i hate sunlight "  he smiled thinking about the last night ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Then he kept two i - Pill tablets [ levanorgestrol] n asked her to take one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immediately n other  tab  after 12 hrs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   He said byees n left the room ..  After sometime she got up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confirming he left the room n pulled the Drapes of the Room Curtain allowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun rays to fill the room ... now she was standing under sunlight with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Clawed nails ,  Two long Canine  teeth reaching the chin , with hairs all over the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;body ,  Blood Thirsty Eyes ,  bulging muscle of a Predator ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SxJOOlojR0I/AAAAAAAAALU/6DLVbBM2A9k/s1600/vampire-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SxJOOlojR0I/AAAAAAAAALU/6DLVbBM2A9k/s320/vampire-girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409472114952718146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;         What he dint know was she was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;" VEGETARIAN VAMPIRE "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SxJOPCpTenI/AAAAAAAAALc/WA8aTXaZkcc/s1600/vampire-red-rose-eating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SxJOPCpTenI/AAAAAAAAALc/WA8aTXaZkcc/s320/vampire-red-rose-eating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409472122740505202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                      ***  THE END  ***&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/7609806576655763421-6368703753529173925?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/6368703753529173925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=6368703753529173925' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/6368703753529173925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/6368703753529173925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/11/making-love.html' title='Making Love ....'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SxJONj9hgLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WrO30FpVtC4/s72-c/vam2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-4427097243038364950</id><published>2009-11-22T23:33:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:58:27.003+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Religion ... Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  We belong to one of the two religion, JEW or CHRISTIAN&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Christian are those who found their LOVE or love  has descended on them ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jew are those people still waiting for Love to reach their world ;( ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;so who am i ??  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;              I 'm  still  a JEW ... obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to get confused at times , which is better ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SwmCYQq7nnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_EANCgVUveQ/s1600/confused-man-704503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SwmCYQq7nnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_EANCgVUveQ/s320/confused-man-704503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406996180938497650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one time i used to think being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone is so peaceful n no need to portray us  by any means ..  other time [ like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm so happy or sad ] i used to think it would be nice if v ve one .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             still i'm confused n as usual when i get confused sleep comes n saves me ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya feeling sleepy , gonna sleep ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;p.s : My shortest post , great !!  i always explain or tell things in long prose , &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;          wanted to change it n be more precise . TWITTER is helping a lot to reduce&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;          my word output /post . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-4427097243038364950?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/4427097243038364950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=4427097243038364950' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/4427097243038364950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/4427097243038364950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/11/religion-love.html' title='Religion ... Love.'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SwmCYQq7nnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_EANCgVUveQ/s72-c/confused-man-704503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-370936149409994126</id><published>2009-11-14T20:38:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:13:14.950+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ME -  SHE  TALK  FAILS   ( once again )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;                               ME    -    SHE  TALK   FAILS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sv7owdHMZHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3hyKX8az6q4/s1600-h/k1727590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sv7owdHMZHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3hyKX8az6q4/s320/k1727590.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404012522037339250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOCATION :  CLASSIFIED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURATION  : 45 MINS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUBJECT      : DIPLOMATIC ISSUES .. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ NO JOINT STATEMENT DICTATED TO MEDIA ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPORTED BY SOURCES ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke up with my friend 6 months ago due to serious misunderstandings ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now again we got to be in same unit in postings with hard face off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow we managed for 5 weeeks in posting by avoiding each others gaze,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irritating each other by  all means .  If we wanna ask anything we just use a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mediator in unit , if i wanna scold her i used to scold indirectly my kid sis in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unit [ later my kid sis ll spit back me in 3 languages ;) never mind it ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while taking cases i wont be near n vice versa ... I wont used to speak with other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unit mates or do anything in unit ( mutually all the 4 in unit doesnt go well with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n i do the same )  ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Initially she was thinking she got good control over unit n was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very amused to ve a incredible support from others in unit except me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it was all going her way like she would speak to prof regarding what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case to take , what to do in unit , arranging teaching annexe etc etc .. but with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeks passed she was getting pissed that she got to do everything in unit.The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREATEST DIFF SHE DIDNT UNDERSTAND IS SURGERY IS NOT LIKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEDICINE DEPARTMENT  , here in surgery noone teaches seriously  or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clinically  everything is just book version so v get bored easily ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand i knew this already n was spending time leisurely without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any tension of shifting , taking , or presenting case .. so now she started to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grumble that i'm not doing anything i n unit this n that , but no one wanted to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raise the issue with me  n n0 one can blame me , bcos they took the responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she setup the meeting with me .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGHLIGHTS IN THE MEET -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- she was prepared for the meet already n i knew it in last minute only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it doesnt makes any diff [ i dont need time to prepare for a speech ;) LOL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  she started by explaining that she started to speak today in wards bcos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she dont want both us looking like enemies in wards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- usually i would be speaking  a lot , but this time i was listening in light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood bcos that day i was in a happier mood ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inital few minutes were serious like who s doing wrong this n that ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  then i started to speak with my own arguements .. then she told i dont want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to fight n all...  she told she want to be just    CLASSMATES&lt;br /&gt;   [ nothing more than that ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sv7ovpqGVbI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UsSmHfx4hEo/s1600-h/1763985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sv7ovpqGVbI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UsSmHfx4hEo/s320/1763985.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404012508225099186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then we decided to be diplomatic , like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  how to be from now ...  i told we shall speak till in wards when necessary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then go away without any fights, she asked   after  wards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           what s our position ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i replied u in your way n me in mine ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i thought the deal would be impressive but there came a topic whether we can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be friends again ?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HEAT TURNED ON...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sv7owABExvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/m6ZR4NDYbXs/s1600-h/argue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sv7owABExvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/m6ZR4NDYbXs/s320/argue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404012514227046130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- both started to argue furiously ,  her allegations were too hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n gave me the impression that i'm the reason for all this ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she told " u just say v shall break n go , u dont mind anything , u just dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understand me  , u r too immature , etc etc "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- then she also added u havent changed after all this time still u r like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what u were ... so i cant trust u  i cant be a friend to what u r now , if we wanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be friends u got to change [------ ] she told few things to change , then added&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so first u change these things then i need some time to think then if possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v  shall be  friends   !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              WHOOO ah   !!!!    [ i was glas she completed  ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  then i started my points , i dont want to take  it too long so i just told  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" what u r saying is  right!! i'm too immature n i dont think i can change  so we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant be friends  its not possible  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"  so like u say we shall just be  CLASSMATES  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she finally told me she has  changed a lot in this 6 months n she s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like what  i  think  ,she s now too steady n mature ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started walking saying " ya.  u ve changed a lot " with the mocked smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she too started walking without understanding my sarcasm as usual ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ANALYSIS OF THE MEET -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sv7owmGeihI/AAAAAAAAAKM/s4U0PDmCVtg/s1600-h/multi-ethnic-businesspeople-arguing_%7EBLD046428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sv7owmGeihI/AAAAAAAAAKM/s4U0PDmCVtg/s320/multi-ethnic-businesspeople-arguing_%7EBLD046428.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404012524450253330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- the meet was nothing but stupidity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  both havent forgotten the past between us ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the speech was always going without any direction n i felt a bit amateurish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i was pretty sure she hasnt changed ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i dont think  we  can be friends again ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- she remembers everything that can be pointed out as i was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- she imitates my kid sister a lot n wanna show herself as bubbley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by  nature , i hate seeing that in her [ have your own identity ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- she thinks she can disappoint me by doing certain things in unit ,god pls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell her i'm a not that stero type stupids ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  then finally i'm not that much angry with her now   !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;but the meet failed without any  diplomatic understandings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough she want to be like class mates i still havent made my first move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to recognise  or neither she has given up her ego to be as classmates ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i did mature is  when she told we shall be just classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost asked " does it include messaging n calling " good lord ! i got my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senses back n rolled back my tongue without asking anything stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             so the news  is   THE  MEET FAILED .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;p.s - just after this i thought  even two persons cant come to a same understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;in a meet , then how the hell we except two nations to settle on a issue with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;meet .. Thats  y v are still speaking border isssue after 60 yrs of independence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;UPDATE  -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;        After i got 3 rd prize in diabetic quiz she called me , for telling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;                 CONGRATS !      so where were we now ??....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-370936149409994126?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/370936149409994126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=370936149409994126' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/370936149409994126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/370936149409994126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-she-talk-fails-once-again.html' title='ME -  SHE  TALK  FAILS   ( once again )'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sv7owdHMZHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3hyKX8az6q4/s72-c/k1727590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-5452334896950229721</id><published>2009-11-12T22:08:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:59:20.063+05:30</updated><title type='text'>in the middle of the conversation ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  in the middle of the conversation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SvxCGeJuZfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/rm927GEKtWM/s1600-h/zoozooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SvxCGeJuZfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/rm927GEKtWM/s320/zoozooo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403266331878254066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She      :   if hitler has seen Eva Braun before WW II  the war could be prevented ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganapathy : huh... ya ,, he would ve distracted from his national&lt;br /&gt;(Gany)                    duty n started to write poems ....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She        : no no, not like that he would have started to  like&lt;br /&gt;                    pen instead of pistols ,&lt;br /&gt;                                  flowers instead of grenades , he would chasing&lt;br /&gt;                  butterflies instead of jews ;&lt;br /&gt;                   there would been no Holocaust , ghetto or Auspitz ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gany   : mmm.. hmmm , in addition hitler would ve lost&lt;br /&gt;                         his nation to Allies before War ..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She :   not like that da ... she would ve taught him love n peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gany : shhh...come on do u think a single women could ve&lt;br /&gt;                                       changed the course of  war or persons life  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She :         what do u   mean then ? when u proposed  u told i&lt;br /&gt;                           created a change in you  n u wanted to  change&lt;br /&gt;                           forever holding my arms ...but now u say&lt;br /&gt;                                    as if a women can influence nothing in a guys life ?&lt;br /&gt;                           so u tried to cheat  or what ..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gany  : nothing like that bunny  ;, why to compare hitler&lt;br /&gt;                          with our issue .. v shall leave that topic ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She : No i cant , u better make it clear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gany :  ok. ok see what i told was not about Guys commonly&lt;br /&gt;                       i just meant aboutHitler alone ...n ok i agree with u  ,&lt;br /&gt;                     WW II would been prevented if Hitler&lt;br /&gt;                                   have seen Eva Braun before war n fallen in Love ... ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She        :  no i' not convinced ..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gany    : see ..  I dont want to do Hitler's mistake thats why&lt;br /&gt;                          I started to Love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;               Before INDO- CHINA  war&lt;/span&gt;... trust me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She      :&lt;br /&gt;   [ she couldnt pretend her anger anymore n her smile travelled n filled&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;              her Dimple  , bcos of her smile her ears started to lift a bit n her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            was glooming like a butterfly ...:) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SvxCGCSmsMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Ktu9kg-Lmps/s1600-h/magritte-the-lovers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SvxCGCSmsMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Ktu9kg-Lmps/s320/magritte-the-lovers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403266324399304898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gany : [ he guessed what is happening on the other side n told]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;                        LOVE YOU ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She  :         Me Too... good night ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ she winks at the moon n the moon winks at him]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this the microwave transmission across the BSNL n Vodafone Towers ends n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he receives a message ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                           " cost for last call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                                                      is 56.30 rupees n the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                            balance in your mobile is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                                                    2.o5 rupees , your validity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                                                   expires on 13th nov 2009. "&lt;/span&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/7609806576655763421-5452334896950229721?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5452334896950229721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=5452334896950229721' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/5452334896950229721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/5452334896950229721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-middle-of-conversations.html' title='in the middle of the conversation ..'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SvxCGeJuZfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/rm927GEKtWM/s72-c/zoozooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-7074861767481939834</id><published>2009-11-12T21:07:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:07:32.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Diabetic Quiz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Svw5glcqYeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Y_5AFomUk_o/s1600-h/DSC00489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Svw5glcqYeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Y_5AFomUk_o/s320/DSC00489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403256884908679650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRE- SCRIPT :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         The following content is  written in a weird mood of Happiness ,&lt;br /&gt;self arrogance and self pride .. so better skip this topic .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SvwteUxdi2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/-qTXXv_Alo8/s1600-h/Good_Will_Hunting-iCmd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SvwteUxdi2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/-qTXXv_Alo8/s320/Good_Will_Hunting-iCmd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403243651933244258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;being a movie buff i used to watch Al Pacino , Robert Deniro  kinda crime , drug , mafia  movies ... for a change i saw this movie 2 months back n was stuck with its storyline...  I'm not gonna write the story just the reference part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodwill doesnt gets commited anything to life - Prof robin atlast tells the reason  for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         " U dont compete , bcos of fear of failure&lt;br /&gt;            U Dont love anyone , bcos of fear that i might hurt u oneday&lt;br /&gt;              Like is everything in life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part suit most of us in our life .. V just say v got no interset or v tell ourselves&lt;br /&gt;we are Hypercool guys or V r freaks etc  etc but the real reason for not competing&lt;br /&gt;anything in Life is FEAR- we are afraid we might lose , so we just mask this with&lt;br /&gt;above said lack or this n that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing this movie i realised Why i'm like this in my college .. so after seeing this movie i wanted to participate something n see how i face failure ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It came in the form of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   DIABETIC QUIZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          WORLD DIABETES DAY ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quiz had preliminary rounds n then finals , participants can be from Final yr&lt;br /&gt;n House surgeons ..   To everyone's surprise i gave my name for prelim..&lt;br /&gt;[ Note : I havent participated in any quiz for past two decades ] .. When i went to attend the preliminary  round many gave a mocked smile "what this guy doing here  " bcos i'm final yr n more over i dont step near anything related to academic activities in clg  ,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The twist was i got selected for Final round of quiz ,n you know what ? I was the only team that got selected from final yr , rest  were House surgeons ... It was great success to me after all this yrs in clg . So i got satisfied with this thinking i still got the Firing neurons alive , i had no mind to prepare for finals, when the&lt;br /&gt;Slight controversy took up - some gals openly claimed that its impossible for him to get selected for final , there must be some malpractice ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Dare gals you point your gun towards me - my firing neurons aroused once again n decided i ll take one of the prize in final quiz no matter all other teams were House surgeons  ...  [ i decided to get down fighting ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Final quiz day came n i did a fair job n won third prize  answering indirectly that i was the right choice selected from preliminary round among final yrs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to the core not because of winning , i'm happy because i ve found myself in me ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My Thanks n half of this pride goes to my friend n quiz partner Vijayaraj...&lt;br /&gt;Those who doubted our  slection ve witnessed our success in open podium;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       IT CANT BE BETTER THAN THIS  ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s  :&lt;br /&gt;      I know i'm arrogant in this post , but i dont wanna pretend as if i'm so humble , they made me furious n i ve replied to it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a Certificate and a Cash Prize:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Svw5glcqYeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Y_5AFomUk_o/s1600-h/DSC00489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Svw5glcqYeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Y_5AFomUk_o/s320/DSC00489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403256884908679650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Svw3sKiJyiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xgDdN8K_iPU/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Svw3sKiJyiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xgDdN8K_iPU/s320/DSC00487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403254884819126818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Again  It cant be better than this ....:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/7609806576655763421-7074861767481939834?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7074861767481939834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=7074861767481939834' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/7074861767481939834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/7074861767481939834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/11/diabetic-quiz.html' title='Diabetic Quiz...'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Svw5glcqYeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Y_5AFomUk_o/s72-c/DSC00489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-6663649274437881977</id><published>2009-11-07T23:03:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:06:18.858+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LOVE and FRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SvW9qihi1hI/AAAAAAAAAIs/t6Hz6MTJkQw/s1600-h/twilight-saga+-new-moon-wallpapers_14244_1440x900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SvW9qihi1hI/AAAAAAAAAIs/t6Hz6MTJkQw/s320/twilight-saga+-new-moon-wallpapers_14244_1440x900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401431866620433938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The two words make life beautiful but when they both meet ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganapathy - friend - pravin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganapathy -    ?      -   SHE -    ?     -    Pravin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both like her n want her , thats were friendship n love meets n complicates  things .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor her , her position is like one foot in ditch n other in soil .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she s helpless n couldnt make a decision , so i tried  to help her out . ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SvW9rLc-VYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5pZW-BqKmaM/s1600-h/2337838363_b0cf9f77f4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SvW9rLc-VYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5pZW-BqKmaM/s320/2337838363_b0cf9f77f4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401431877607118210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my part continues here,  [ means i'm explaining her ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" see  both r  bad no doubt in it , bcos i know them for years . THe option s to pick&lt;br /&gt;better of the two .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SvW9rUaN4GI/AAAAAAAAAI8/B71QFUdeYMA/s1600-h/evolution_opener.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SvW9rUaN4GI/AAAAAAAAAI8/B71QFUdeYMA/s320/evolution_opener.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401431880011472994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     First about ganapathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. ur not the only gal he spends time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2. he can live with any gal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  3. he s too thin  so u cant expect him to lift u sing songs for u ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  4. he wont take u out in two wheeler , bcos always aibo ll be in his back seat&lt;br /&gt;       so in future u might think aibo as bear in shiva pooja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  5. even midnight he ll be only messaging , u cant expect anything more  &lt;br /&gt;       from  him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  6. if u go out to dinner with him ,its just awaste of time bcos hardly he ll eat for&lt;br /&gt;       3 mins so u cant ve any conversation with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   7 . if ur  vintage kinetic honda struggles to start in rain u cant ask him to kick&lt;br /&gt;          start or push n come ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    8 . u cant introduce ur friends to him, its to risky ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    9. If u select him , arul ll also come n speak to u .Like 20g free with 100g tooth&lt;br /&gt;          paste , so u gotta use that 20g free arul also..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    10.  Only good thing to select him is he ll give 65rs Amritha gifts often ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on other hand , about Pravin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. one of the dumbest human being in ur locality ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    2. He always keeps a distance from u , its not due to shy , its bcos he wants&lt;br /&gt;        Love to fill in the gap between u n him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3. he can live even with ur photograph for life ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4.He never minds even when u do mistake like when u mispronounce his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      as paveen kumar ; he smiles to it saying she s still a kid n so speaks in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     kid's slang .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   5. just for ur one word he ll do anything, like wash his multicreature shit&lt;br /&gt;       loaded bike when u want to look the bike clean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   6. got 50 gb  ----- in Hard disk , so ll entertain u in all ways ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   7 . got cowboy  friends arun n pranesh , ll fool them easily n spend all&lt;br /&gt;         time with you ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  8. He ll eat for an hour , so going out with him ll make u feel excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9. A good poet , ll make u immortal through his lines like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; "  you know  why Friday Gods are decorated ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                            &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;bcos she comes to temple on friday !!!  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;            " she told she hugs teddy bear n sleep everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;        I asked could the teddy bear close its eyes after seeing u ?" &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 . Moreover tomorrow his b'day so if u select him he ll give Oc treat , ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if u ask me,  whom u want to select i would say better dont select both of them ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                     HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRAVIN KUMAR  [ KUCHI]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Final Msg :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 Pravin dont feel noone loves u , bcos might be ur future Wife s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praying so strongly that u should be for her alone, forever  !!!!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-6663649274437881977?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/6663649274437881977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=6663649274437881977' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/6663649274437881977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/6663649274437881977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-and-friend.html' title='LOVE and FRIEND'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SvW9qihi1hI/AAAAAAAAAIs/t6Hz6MTJkQw/s72-c/twilight-saga+-new-moon-wallpapers_14244_1440x900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-8810612383994347086</id><published>2009-10-26T23:43:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:17:39.524+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LOVE SICK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SuXuaB8TQlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DNqMulhoZ8M/s1600-h/sandersonruthcinderellamf9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SuXuaB8TQlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DNqMulhoZ8M/s320/sandersonruthcinderellamf9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396981859438772818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE : huh !! what on earth made u to do  that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;        why on earth u told  to me ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ganapathy : I was not on earth when i told it to u :)  you want me to say again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she : enough i'm sick of it , i'm sick hearing ur dialogues. stop it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ganapathy : u know what a toll it took for me to tell that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she : y me then ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ganapathy : bcos i love you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she :   see ... u got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ before she could complete he pushes her against a wall and locks the two sides with his hand , she resists but unable to move ... he moves his face close to her ... she could feel his warm breadth - she  was feeling lighter , she was lifting herself up, all her blood was rushing towards her cheek , ok she s now ready to go - she made her move near him ; suddenly he went back saying " u know i'm looking so beautifull in your EYEs "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SuXuZzuubGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/yynV2cmtA0c/s1600-h/propose-boy-girl-friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SuXuZzuubGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/yynV2cmtA0c/s320/propose-boy-girl-friend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396981855623736418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she was taken by suprise , but  somehow regained her composure and gave a thin smile just ending within lips .... he started to move n she was watching him till the end of the corridor .. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ganapathy's poem for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                 " i see ur image all over sky ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                            but i cant touch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                  i smell ur fragrance in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                               but only fragrance is not LIFE "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p.s - After the sad last post , i want to cheer up myself , thats y a romantic part about our romantic guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-8810612383994347086?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/8810612383994347086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=8810612383994347086' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/8810612383994347086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/8810612383994347086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-sick.html' title='LOVE SICK'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SuXuaB8TQlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DNqMulhoZ8M/s72-c/sandersonruthcinderellamf9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-6345262476664743266</id><published>2009-10-26T22:37:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:22:17.059+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Where Am I  ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SuXkQFLq_lI/AAAAAAAAAH0/RH5DafRz2vs/s1600-h/An_Angel_of_Dark_Beauty-851163.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SuXkQFLq_lI/AAAAAAAAAH0/RH5DafRz2vs/s320/An_Angel_of_Dark_Beauty-851163.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396970693393579602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.complete darkness , its so dark than the dark. I can see nothing inside , i felt hostile and wanna get out of it but i insist to go on... For a while it was so silent , i kept my hand near ears to hear any sound .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I could hear Nothing not even whistling sound of the breeze , it struck later the place i'm now has no air - the space is VACCUM . I started to fear whether this is Hell??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; just waited for something to happen ... not suddenly , slowly i started to see rays of light dispersing and taking forms to be precise irregular forms . It was not continuous just flickering of images n sound ... I started to focus on images and made out some images like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   -  i'm smiling with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   -  hear a music track probably Raja's songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   -  a gal comes into view , its glaring so i shrink my eyes n see it again "oh god" its her how she s hear ?? i never knew she s here , i thought she left long before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - a group of people stand there staring at me , i went close n saw - they were all people&lt;br /&gt;who i hate on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -i  see myself now , i'm looking good at 50 a bit bald but still fit with stiff shoulders n ordering men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - then i see hitler , achilles , alexander all standing near to one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - then all Hollywood celebrity smiling at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - ah ! there stands  actress sridevi , she s still young there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - on the other side all my friends r sitting together n chatting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - lots of books and lots of schedule written here n there of what to be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - Now hear lots of bad words ; a voice s scolding me for being lazy , not even moving single page a day , the voice questions my confidence n whether i got any brains after all ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant take more - i hit back the Voice by saying FUCKING RETARD ! FUCK YOURSELF ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Now i'm back to this world . Shit ! thought to attempt to know what is in our mind n went inside ,,, che thu .... its a fucking worst place than outside , no happiness there too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS final yr mbbs exams r nearing i find all the places are making me uncomfortable ...  I say many times a day that everyone has changed , noone minds others , my friends all are living in their own island so n  so....  i am obviously stressing myself , urging myself to  change ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Every day i woke up saying today i must change- but i dont know what to change in me and where to change .... Just pushing me to the saddest part of my mind .&lt;br /&gt;       I feel everything unreal -&lt;br /&gt;                                                i 'm sad without any reasons ,&lt;br /&gt;                                                i'm dejected without cause&lt;br /&gt;                                                i feel hurt without any failure or relationship break up ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i get a feel that i must start a New Life .  Even now i dont know how to complete this post - may be i'm   .. mm  ... donno what i'm now ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      i dont even want to post this post ,a bit awkward feel ... ANyway .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s : the only thing i find interesting now -a -days is chatting with my lost school friend ,means studied in school - lost contact - found after 5 yrs , nice to chat with that friend , have a lots of distance between us , not easy to meet , so very exciting to chat with , also not a medico so again a relief to speak something other than my subject  n listen to . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s  That friend is SHE enough ; go to sleep .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-6345262476664743266?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/6345262476664743266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=6345262476664743266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/6345262476664743266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/6345262476664743266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-am-i.html' title='Where Am I  ??'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SuXkQFLq_lI/AAAAAAAAAH0/RH5DafRz2vs/s72-c/An_Angel_of_Dark_Beauty-851163.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-2819964106518631644</id><published>2009-10-01T16:02:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-01T16:14:30.796+05:30</updated><title type='text'>TAG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;FOund this tag interesting ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RULE 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only say Guilty or Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RULE 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RULE 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy and paste this into your notes , delete my answers, type in your answers and tag to your friends to answer this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I give my answers :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked someone to marry you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kissed someone of the same sex? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danced on a table in a bar? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told a lie? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a picture? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in until 5 PM? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at work/school?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Held a snake? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been suspended from school?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked at a fast food restaurant? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from a store? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been fired from a some routine  job? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done something you regret? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a snowflake on your tongue?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed in the rain?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat on a roof top?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone you shouldn’t? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang in the shower? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaved your head?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a boxing membership? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a girlfriend cry? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a band? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot a gun?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donated Blood? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten cheesecake? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still love someone you shouldn’t? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have/had a tattoo? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liked someone, but will never tell who? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been too honest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruined a surprise? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you couldn’t walk afterwards? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erased someone in your friends list? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined a pageant? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had communication with your ex? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got totally drunk on the night before exam? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got totally angry that you cried so hard? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arun give a try da...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-2819964106518631644?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2819964106518631644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=2819964106518631644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/2819964106518631644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/2819964106518631644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/10/tag.html' title='TAG'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-7002324266017055521</id><published>2009-10-01T14:28:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:58:57.981+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Out of  Medicine ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SsSDK0QpboI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cay5uR6NNCA/s1600-h/balloons.jpg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SsSDK0QpboI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cay5uR6NNCA/s320/balloons.jpg.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387575276092354178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twelve weeks of medicine posting is over once for all ...  It was Hectic but at late stage i started to enjoy it, it kept me busy  7.30 op , 10 .00 wards ,  1.00  Theory class .  Life was moving like a time table .  Now its over and i still have its withdrawal effects , day seems very boring in Skin and STD department .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;        Being in first unit medicine is considered  prestigious in our college , i'm glad i was posted in first unit . Only in first unit wearing a name badge is compulsory .  Everything was methodical n systematic in first unit  , as general rule i never fit  in systems ;)  so struggled a bit and moved in a pace to match others although i was not completely committed to it.  Anyway its a happy Ending and i have no regrets with the unit or unitmates ... Though there were small medium misunderstandings within our unit ( 8 members)  neither of us were interested in making it a big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SsSDLHtB-8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/GdolEz9YPOY/s1600-h/jumping-for-joy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SsSDLHtB-8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/GdolEz9YPOY/s320/jumping-for-joy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387575281311677378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sooooo ....   getting to relax now  ( was relaxing in medicine also, but now without any guilty of wasting time) ...  here comes  the things which moved  n got pissed me in unit ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. The sincerity of the Department in teaching us , really inspiring .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. vijayaraj ,my best friend was always by my side  for three months in same unit , we both dint have such a long time together after First yr Dissection table .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. fourth unit chief , the way he taught CNS .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. DR.Rathnakumar.M.D - a man of fire , i ve never seen anyone such sincere in profession ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i really admired the effort he took to teach us , the depth of his knowledge in subject was immense. The only thing i thought about him is HE IS TOO MUCH QUALIFIED for this job,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;although many doesnt like him , i would say the sole reason is mere FRUSTRATION because of his knowledge n not able to be in his unit. He is also rather kind but you wont agree .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vijayaraj used to say this sir is an inspiration for how we must be in our future medicine profession.  he really liked him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PISSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Got to attend two seminars  both were long long narration about disease with incidence less than 0.1%  ,  we cant leave the auditorium in middle so got suffered in those VERBAL DIARRHOEAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. got to attend a CME programme again the same thing what they do in US , UK -  god i havent  completed the line of treatment in india but they speak about intercontinental treatment ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Unit gals , especially two made us really sick , dint co-operate with any things ( missed ganapathy if he has been with us he would ve brought the co-operation with his gimmick trick of  attracting gals )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SsSDLmbYBmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nQB1FgK308Q/s1600-h/PAD8714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SsSDLmbYBmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nQB1FgK308Q/s320/PAD8714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387575289559123554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    one gal in that pretended like hell , she has got a tag line " she never speaks to guys . she got no  interest over guys , this n that "   to prove her self tagline she doesnt tells even a essential details to us like about case for tomorrow , or findings . i personally knew that she speaks well to two guys in her old unit n make treats n fun with them , even she has been seen dinning with them n all , i dont complain about it n ve no pblm in it , my question is why the hell she pretends before us n in college to ve a name based on her tag line . Noone minds what others do or to whom we speak then why r u wearing a mask  ? u r a damm fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    The reason why i'm scolding her here s she happens to my kid sis's friend n once when i made strong comment against her my kid sis started to fire against me so i found this place would be safer :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then i had good time with vysakha , subramani, ramachandar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SsSDL8TAAjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5yZ2kjCloi0/s1600-h/bigstockphoto_Jumping_For_Joy_312640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SsSDL8TAAjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5yZ2kjCloi0/s320/bigstockphoto_Jumping_For_Joy_312640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387575295429575218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so for now medicine is over with all fun n thrill now moving into surgery were i'm going to meet  all my  old rivals  6 member unit including me , 3 wont speak to me so that leaves 2 , one in that two is my kid sis n she ll be serious in unit n wont speak often , that leaves only one to speak , who is that one ;) ?  It  doesnt matter . Go on !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-7002324266017055521?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7002324266017055521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=7002324266017055521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/7002324266017055521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/7002324266017055521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/10/out-of-medicine.html' title='Out of  Medicine ...'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SsSDK0QpboI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cay5uR6NNCA/s72-c/balloons.jpg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-4613918381144582437</id><published>2009-08-29T21:01:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:29:21.074+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time to da TAG...</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Arun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the TAG:The idea is, to list five items in each category and not necessarily in order of liking. You can always add or subtract categories according to your will. Then tag five people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My five favorite words :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mayeeru ( hair) - though not a parliamentary word i use it always&lt;br /&gt;                                    to express my excitement, frustration n&lt;br /&gt;                                    possibly all moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ok       -   i use it with a deep expiration to end the conversation .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. che     -  dont know how i got used to it, not able to get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. best   -  use this to annoy my friend's situation when they get fired in wards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. see you - i like this word so much , i even say ' see u' to strangers after a conversation&lt;br /&gt;                     i feel it as a word of respect to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My five favorite celebrity crushes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sri devi&lt;/span&gt; - ( before the cosmetic nose surgery )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. angelina julie - her lips , my god! ( sorry pitt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ana Ivanovic - ( u r the best forehand winner in women's tennis, get back to the rhythm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. penelope cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. jennifer connelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My five favorite random things: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Toothbrush&lt;/span&gt; - just love brushing , i was a left hander n was forced to write n do all things in                    right , but  i brush with left hand, the only thing my parents didnt note when i was                            a  kid, so got only&lt;br /&gt;                        one event to prove i'm a left hander .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mirror &lt;/span&gt; - spend lots of time combing my hair n desperately pluck my mustache&lt;br /&gt;                      hoping soon it ll get thick n wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Purse&lt;/span&gt;  - heavy purse to be clear, always ll fill my purse with coins , i like my purse&lt;br /&gt;                       to   be    heavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chain &lt;/span&gt; - that chain was given by my Grand pa when i was born , still wearing&lt;br /&gt;                      it n love biting it , when i'm alone or feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Horse&lt;/span&gt; - never had a ride ,  but like to see it ( i ve seen only twice, that&lt;br /&gt;                      too it was a bit like brother donkey,&lt;br /&gt;                      dream lots about How Alexander won the whole world with Bucephlaos ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Five Favourite Literary Characters &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Margret&lt;/span&gt;              -  from Scarlett Pimpernel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edmond Dantes&lt;/span&gt; -  from The Count of Monte Cristo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jackal &lt;/span&gt;               -  from The Day oF Jackal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catherine blake&lt;/span&gt; - from The Unlikely Spy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gabreil Allon&lt;/span&gt;      - from The Kill Artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Five Favourite Movie Characters :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Micheal corelone&lt;/span&gt;  - from THE GODFATHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vito Corelone    &lt;/span&gt;    - from THE GODFATHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Frank Slade&lt;/span&gt;   - from The Scent oF Woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  4.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Achilles  &lt;/span&gt;                - from Troy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  5.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Surya       &lt;/span&gt;              - from Thallapathi ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          thats all ... I made it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-4613918381144582437?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/4613918381144582437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=4613918381144582437' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/4613918381144582437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/4613918381144582437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-to-da-tag.html' title='Time to da TAG...'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-2282907632443761062</id><published>2009-08-19T09:24:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:43:11.038+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My First Attempt ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       Thought to do Arun's tag , but suddenly it striked why shouldn't  i try new things , whatever crap it may be but its my space :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sowx1ngW9jI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Ptlh4o3ic1s/s1600-h/write.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sowx1ngW9jI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Ptlh4o3ic1s/s320/write.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371723252753692210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;MY FIRST ATTEMPT in Hikoo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  "  ... my life is a poem &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              but i'm not a poet "  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s -   actually what i want to mean is , i feel my life as a poem but i dont have the&lt;br /&gt;                  complete control over it like apart from my Autonomous nervous&lt;br /&gt;                 system  other things dont go as my wish , my mind , my thoughts ,&lt;br /&gt;                   my likings are going in its   own direction . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;MY FIRST ATTEMPT in Story  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;                                                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I loved her, she didn't   love me . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Prologue&lt;/span&gt;- what to do ? if she had loved me back i could ve written romanctic poems, lines , conversations , cat fights etc etc, n there might been a villain too ... but she dint love so thats all .  But its a complete story by all means no loop holes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s-  first story with prologue longer than story .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sowx19n1K0I/AAAAAAAAAGs/sFv04MfXEgw/s1600-h/35000-year-flute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sowx19n1K0I/AAAAAAAAAGs/sFv04MfXEgw/s320/35000-year-flute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371723258690612034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;MY FIRST ATTEMPT in Acrostics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  G&lt;/span&gt; - girls like him and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; A&lt;/span&gt; - always want him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;- near them , not that he is the sexiest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; - and romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;                 P&lt;/span&gt; - person in the world , but girls want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;-  all the sexiest guys in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; T&lt;/span&gt; - to look like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; H&lt;/span&gt; - him,  you may wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; - y? , thats life , it doesnt give the answer to all questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s -  ganapathy my college friend , deserves each word in it. i havent seen&lt;br /&gt;                 Romeo, Anthonio, hamlet or Paris , but i ve seen ganapathy- our college&lt;br /&gt;                    romeo. You deserve more than this man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i dont ve any new attempts , will come back soon with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;MY SECOND ATTEMPTS ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-2282907632443761062?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2282907632443761062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=2282907632443761062' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/2282907632443761062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/2282907632443761062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-attempt.html' title='My First Attempt ...'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sowx1ngW9jI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Ptlh4o3ic1s/s72-c/write.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-2573474349734489498</id><published>2009-08-15T23:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-16T01:29:07.344+05:30</updated><title type='text'>god take me to hell ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SocR9ZMPwnI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5EgRSxnOOtk/s1600-h/hell_logo_white-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SocR9ZMPwnI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5EgRSxnOOtk/s320/hell_logo_white-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370280827094549106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;        What am i , cha i should ve never done this  !!! God take me n arun to hell .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SocR81u1qFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/NU7AaNlEj3U/s1600-h/Buddhist_hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SocR81u1qFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/NU7AaNlEj3U/s320/Buddhist_hell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370280817575962706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being a friend how come i do this , how can i console his sadness , he s frying in frustration  there ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       his dry sorrow's drinking all his blood , he is melting with disgust ,&lt;br /&gt;he s dying of  loneliness ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  "  spilled rice could be picked but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Spilled words in anger cant "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  ah ! how  true the words of tamil poet .  When i think that i'm one of the reason for this,  i dont even want to  see my face in mirror .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Before explaining the incidence let me give intro about them ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he s ganapathy my good friend ( not anymore after my stupid act)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she well known as M***..  ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   they both , they both , they both ... guys i need not explain there s only one possibility to guess between them .. ya. u r ryt ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Everyone envy them , they made together well , i was very proud of him while others say "how he got that girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; "she was like a sacred apple only for god " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SocR-ZcU7iI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FX2yJigcPnA/s1600-h/lovers_of_the_arctic_circle_1999_685x385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SocR-ZcU7iI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FX2yJigcPnA/s320/lovers_of_the_arctic_circle_1999_685x385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370280844341866018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       They  were always together with their sms , smiles , Ladies hostel gate meetings&lt;br /&gt;       [which he used to joke as his gateway of india ]...  he even  became&lt;br /&gt;        a poet after  seeing her , one of his poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; "  when she sees me i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                              her eyes as a pair of black disc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;              Revolving around singing a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                  which only i Hear-  Bethoven symphony" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the incident ( the following things r true to each word )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                During noon class one day he dint come , while me n arun was chatting&lt;br /&gt;we found  M*** was messaging someone with full of smiles n shyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           its a usual thing n well kown to everyone bcos ganapathy n M**** ll be always messaging in class . Guys used to watch it as a wimbledon match turning both sides .. like first he ll typing with smiles n we used to watch him , then after pressing SEND button that side M****  ll stop taking notes n start to msg with smile ...&lt;br /&gt;         it goes goes like FedEX- Nadal final match in wimbledon sunday. always the rallies ll be very long !!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         That day while she was messaging , i sms-ed him where r u ? n r u messaging her ?   [ i'm a dumb to ask this which started everything ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    He replied " no, i'm not messaging her"  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My part is over with this but me n arun ve done enough to start a World War&lt;br /&gt;between them ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   That evening as usual she messaged her without knowing what s going to happen ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  M  :  hi pa ,y u dint come to class huh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 G :     no specific reason , u missed me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                M :  ( with smile ) no no , just was doing another work ( with a kidding smiley) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                G :  ( controlled his last cm of temper ) oh. what work may i know ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                M : n0 way !  just was in a romantic mood so so.. mmmhmm wont tell what&lt;br /&gt;                                         i was doing ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       G :  ok.  where u messaging in class today ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              M : god ! u some nostredam , how u guessed it ? great pa, but i wont tell&lt;br /&gt;                             any detail about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              G:  no need , its obvious from the way u msg now ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             M :  i dont get u , what u mean ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( he dint mean to ask it , but his possessiveness overtook his sense )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               G :  u found another guy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        ( poisonous words which spread like venom in her , she was shattered ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                she simply couldnt  breathe but somehow replied him  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               M  :   ur word s  dissecting me alive ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a relationship without&lt;br /&gt;                                Trust s worth nothing.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Good bye once for all .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  ( she throw ed the mobile n fell in tears )   ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They both didnt know god s playing this game ...  The Truth s &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;          He s very concerned for her , his endless affection for her just made him turn &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blind for few seconds within which all damages ve be done ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     She was actually messaging  VODAFONE for activation of tunes which they can hear  while speaking to their liked ones , she wanted to keep it a suprise&lt;br /&gt;for him , but now everything s gone ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Me n Arun were used as toys  by God for this act ... sometimes god is cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be its true &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;" she s a  sacred apple for god " &lt;/span&gt;so god did this to separate them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he still cant make his mind clear has changed his orkut status msg as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"am NOT weak.. u dont know LOVE n Frenship ... i feel sorry for u "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evethough he reflects his anger towards her in orkut , he cant still realise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is deep inside his heart - its only HER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        ( if u dont beleive , go n read his status msg in orkut ) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ll they dance together ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SocR-mYeeZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SQgMFW91Dt8/s1600-h/tango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SocR-mYeeZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SQgMFW91Dt8/s320/tango.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370280847815375250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ll they see the sunrise together ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SocR9-f8v5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kezwo4nqYcs/s1600-h/love2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SocR9-f8v5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kezwo4nqYcs/s320/love2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370280837109301138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      ....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; its upto god to decide . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-2573474349734489498?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2573474349734489498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=2573474349734489498' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/2573474349734489498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/2573474349734489498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/08/god-take-me-to-hell.html' title='god take me to hell ...'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SocR9ZMPwnI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5EgRSxnOOtk/s72-c/hell_logo_white-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-3756616125590624136</id><published>2009-08-15T23:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:56:23.988+05:30</updated><title type='text'>6weeks of life ...</title><content type='html'>Six weeks over am still Breathing... final yr medicine posting s considered as one&lt;br /&gt;of the toughest  in career . out of 12weeks i ve completed first half n the Internal assessment&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;     Actually i dint find it very difficult as i expected (thanks to my friend's worthy !! advice  how&lt;br /&gt;to get accustomed  to it) ... The thing i felt difficult s reaching hosp 7.30, standing in wards , so n so&lt;br /&gt;small small physical strain.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        I made myself clear before postin that i cant complete all medicine books or know every&lt;br /&gt;word in medicine , i'm moving at my own pace, never minding what others think about me ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       My achievments in 6 weeks.;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         1. i havent answered a single question in  op ( only once i was questioned in entire 6weeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         2.  i dint change any of my schedule - saw eng movies, went to theatre, played&lt;br /&gt;cricket , went for night treats, went long long distance dinner . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        3. i slept more than usual ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        4 . i'm not going noon classes, got used to post-prandial sleep (enjoying the&lt;br /&gt;sleep  as a result of  splanchinic vasodilatation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        serious part ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        5.  i'm less talkative , i see the difference in me . I hate those serious faces&lt;br /&gt;around me discussing subjects , so keep mum , also constant torture from kid sister saying&lt;br /&gt;i dont behave mature enough, i'm never serious etc, etc, so just reduced my overflowing speech.&lt;br /&gt;             seriously i dont know how to behave serious , she wont understand so just keep tough&lt;br /&gt;face at times and pretend i'm serious ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       thats all nothing more ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about my unit ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     My unit s a bit brainy unit , so naturally i got to suffer between them. At first&lt;br /&gt;i cant even follow them , even at times i used to guess what language they speak ... &lt;br /&gt;           Even while examing i dont hear what they hear with steth. And am poor in differentiating&lt;br /&gt;the heart murmurs ...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        so i play a tactic in unit , when reading about a disease i ll search n  read a Rare n rarest&lt;br /&gt;sign,  next day while examining  i ask whether this sign present or not , just love !!to see their&lt;br /&gt;blinking eyes with self questioning themself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Eg.  i asked one day whether Tansoyl's sign present while examining Liver in Cirrhosis patient .  ( actually its a simple test , just need a inch tape to do it , just the word is unheard)&lt;br /&gt;These r my small small things i do to survive in unit ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           The most convincing part came this week in First Unit wards, while taking class sir&lt;br /&gt;told all these murmur r nothing usefull in ur life after passing final yr mbbs unless u take cardio.&lt;br /&gt;          I exhaled with great relief " oh god i will escape soon "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logic fact for this is :- Before 30 yrs to pass mbbs u must know everything about syphilis ,&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;at present to pass mbbs u must know everything about Rheumatic fever n heart disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the incidence of new cases of rheumatic fever s drastically reduced after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introduction of appropriate antibiotic treatment . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              Anyway first unit medicine is a different experience , just one week over, so&lt;br /&gt;ll write about it in separate post after 6weeks. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The toughest question came during I.A when my chief asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what speciality u going to take after mbbs ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           I blinked for a longtime n then answered i havent decided yet sir ,&lt;br /&gt;that day  i was very embarrased n thought he could ve asked a toughest question in subject instead.&lt;br /&gt;           still i got no answer for it , when i think about it i feel really bad so stopped thinking about it. . .&lt;br /&gt;             I even know what my friends going to take like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Arunkumar   -   Radiologist [ MD,DMRD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Vijayaraj        -  ENT [MS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Ganapathy    -   MS [  general surgeon ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Henithraj       -  MD [ anaesthesia ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          then how come i dont know what i'm&lt;br /&gt;interested in ...   ok right now i'm not interested in this topic , goin to sleep ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-3756616125590624136?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3756616125590624136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=3756616125590624136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/3756616125590624136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/3756616125590624136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/08/6weeks-of-life.html' title='6weeks of life ...'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-3366723253246947265</id><published>2009-07-11T15:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-11T16:39:08.157+05:30</updated><title type='text'>she s my... PART II</title><content type='html'>saw her  when i was 17 (  read older post&lt;a href="http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2008/11/she-s-my_17.html"&gt; she s my &lt;/a&gt;... )  studied in same school , liked her , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell her , she went , i went, years passed n after  41/2 years i met her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SlhyF3gTVzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/03ODLTk58l8/s1600-h/true_love_forever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SlhyF3gTVzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/03ODLTk58l8/s320/true_love_forever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357157201881552690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the moment i recognised its her as expected  i became wordless , but not this time ,&lt;br /&gt;i recovered quick n thought a way to speak to her .  But she was with her mom n she dint she me , so it ll be odd to go n introduce myself, after all i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; spoke a word to her in two years school life    .   i told this to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;praveen&lt;/span&gt; when he started the bike , suddenly he stopped n told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"  if u miss this chance u may regret it for life , so better go n speak ", i resisted but he told&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; i ll start the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; n u continue " ,  (   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;antonio&lt;/span&gt; in my story )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plan  worked n i spoke to her for 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; , all formal , but still i  the feel the excitement. Till this moment  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; i wanted is to  speak a few words to her , but after this my  mind asking next i want with her is ... bullshit . stop it  ..  crazy mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     all these years she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; changed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;centi&lt;/span&gt; metre ,but  she told me " u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; changed a lot , i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt;   recognise u easily"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           thought to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;interupt&lt;/span&gt; n tell " .....  "  but just left ...v both r 22 now n the fact of becoming&lt;br /&gt;anything together s remote , she s a engineer n am going to be a doctor. she got her career i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; my own, i got her mobile no.  but not gonna call or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt; .  i cant just pretend to be a friend to her via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;forw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt; n goodnight .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  I got  only two option&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; " to love her or leave her alone  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I  preferred the second ll be good for her .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            the funniest thing s the same week i went to a evergreen hit film which was again released  after 13 years n crowd was limited to our finger count , when the  famous dialogue came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SlhyFtyzO_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/VKrlFlUOqao/s1600-h/love-wallpaper9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SlhyFtyzO_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/VKrlFlUOqao/s320/love-wallpaper9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357157199274785778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; " first love if lost pricks like thorn throughout our life "  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 i clapped alone in the theatre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-3366723253246947265?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3366723253246947265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=3366723253246947265' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/3366723253246947265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/3366723253246947265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-s-my-part-ii_11.html' title='she s my... PART II'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SlhyF3gTVzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/03ODLTk58l8/s72-c/true_love_forever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-7439203964652567954</id><published>2009-07-11T14:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-11T15:52:12.180+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Davidson, hutchison , Macleod's , alagappan ...</title><content type='html'>all these guys  r screwing me . They just wrote a book n died , now their  book s killing&lt;br /&gt;me over  generation . my life has started to be influenced by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Slhnt8QMLrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ScW_cXnmvKU/s1600-h/k0315543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Slhnt8QMLrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ScW_cXnmvKU/s320/k0315543.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357145795723013810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Intro am a final yr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mbbs&lt;/span&gt; student , being overloaded more than i could bear. i wake run&lt;br /&gt;to hosp as attendance closes by 7.30 ( missing a class leads to serious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conseq&lt;/span&gt; like apology ,&lt;br /&gt;letter, meeting with chief , then HOD - lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;protocol&lt;/span&gt;  ) so better see my  sunshine in&lt;br /&gt;hospital  rather than being fucked by them .&lt;br /&gt;      they leave us by 12.45 n i got to ve lunch n return for 1 -4 lecture hours . a tight  schedule&lt;br /&gt;n most things happen in hosp make us dumb.&lt;br /&gt;       continous firing of questions y v say this guy has this symptom , v cant just escape by saying a commonest 2 disease , u must be knowing all the 15 disease name for each symptom . it goes n goes n at one stage u become completly exhausted n right that time another question comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing s v got to know everything from the above books , which screws most of our time.&lt;br /&gt;I wont say i dont ve time or busy, the thing s medicine occupy our mind n close all exit of happiness .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like  - u dont go for any lateral thoughts .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        - u just agree what others say, u dont make arguement .&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;        - u just think 2 things  1. questions in today's class,&lt;br /&gt;                                                2. questions of tommorrow's class .&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;        - u become demoralised on seeing others prep , u become depressed&lt;br /&gt;          when they answer a question n u dont even ve a faintest idea of where it starts .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       - u get daymare when they ask questions  like,  2nd &amp;amp; 3rd yr class where i was&lt;br /&gt;            just sitting  without listening n chating with     &lt;br /&gt;                  friends , i hear voice of pharm prof rajaraman advicing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       - u just pretend to be tired n avoid outings n friends ... it goes on ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its my life , so i cant just walk out ... i got go on.  I'm just losing focus ,its natural&lt;br /&gt;i ve been enjoying 31/2 years clg life n suddenly when i'm exposed to such environment&lt;br /&gt;i feel vulnerable n really i was never focussed in my clg .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                i can also feel the change in myself ,  i'm not talkative now a days , just losing&lt;br /&gt;my sense of humour , dont make a big fun or anything , just get off my friends n move alone ,&lt;br /&gt;want to pretend as if i'm listening every word in class .. my thoughts before sleep is related&lt;br /&gt;to  my incomepetence in wards.  life s moving   like time table , started to think how happy&lt;br /&gt;i was THOSE days ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 i dont recite any phoenix stories or inspirational quotes&lt;br /&gt;made by einstein or alexander to motivate me ,&lt;br /&gt;i feel those r artificial motivation like cocaine or ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;what i'm doing is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               " i'm  still holding the rope"         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont pray for any super natural powers from god , i dont want to be like x or y ,neither i wont give up .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     i want to work upto my standards n show progress ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a progress which ll  make me feel comfortable about what  i'm doing rather than challenging stupidly like i ll get Medal in medicine n show who i'm . And finaaly  i want to become a&lt;br /&gt;doctor by all means ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sick joke to show how much my sense of humour has dried ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Q     :       how to make god smile ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Ans :  Tell ur future plans .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-7439203964652567954?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7439203964652567954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=7439203964652567954' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/7439203964652567954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/7439203964652567954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/07/davidson-hutchison-macleods-alagappan.html' title='Davidson, hutchison , Macleod&apos;s , alagappan ...'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Slhnt8QMLrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ScW_cXnmvKU/s72-c/k0315543.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-3797830219669280867</id><published>2009-06-03T16:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:29:57.371+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Interview...</title><content type='html'>... inspired from another blogger. Just want to interview someone ,&lt;br /&gt;my first attempt ll be with Arun. I love Karan's Devils ADvocate , he completly&lt;br /&gt;studies about the person n fires his questions , there ll be no loose ends or sieve to&lt;br /&gt;escape with diplomatic answers . so let me try that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       arun i know u for 4yrs n we both r gangbang friends , but this place s going to&lt;br /&gt;be Hot , really.  questions ll be here, visit  arun's blog n find the whole interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Arun ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  how r u ? (its not a simple question by answering Fine or better but clg sucks, ward tortures &lt;br /&gt;   etc , it means how do u find ur self in this world , how u r to others ?&lt;br /&gt;   how r u in this    environment )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. you show arun as a very composed guy who speaks only to his friends , not active in&lt;br /&gt;   expressing things , but in blogworld u r completely a different guy n extremely opp.&lt;br /&gt;   Dont u feel it a contradiction , wat if i say u live a Double Life ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You never look into others eyes while speaking that too while speaking to a stranger ?&lt;br /&gt;    U avoid eye contact bcos u dont mind them or u dont know to observe things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Some say bloggers r a " Bunch of F***kS "  n  social dumbs, thats y they use this place&lt;br /&gt;   to express things . your comment on this statement ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do u believe bloggers are expressing their true emotions ? Eg.when a gal writes against&lt;br /&gt;   dowry or male dominance lots of guys comment as Cheers , hugs,  genuine thought etc&lt;br /&gt;  do u beleive those guys r going to be The way they comment ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do u ve pride of driving ur car to college ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Personal Diary Vs Blog ? which s the best ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do u think blog can reduce ur stress? since v r in final yr n  being bombarded&lt;br /&gt;   with medical books do u feel a sign of relief after writing a blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What s the purpose of having a blog ? Do u think it can bring any change in ur life ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You r going to become a Radiologist n continue ur parents Diagnostic Centres , then&lt;br /&gt;     marry a gal who ll be ur families  distant relative or daughter of ur family friend.&lt;br /&gt;     Dont u feel ur life s  a Already written script , dont you feel its boring to be in a&lt;br /&gt;     predictable way ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. will you Love anyone madly n fight against the whole world for her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have u got any dream that one day the whole world should turn your side ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. you r good or bad ?  [  dont answer somewhere in between ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. " bloggers write poem , thoughts , etc to just impress others n make believe this s thier view . they do&lt;br /&gt;     such things bcos they want to be noted , it s way of making cheap Show " ur comment on the above&lt;br /&gt;    statement ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok .I'm done  . it ends the first part of my interview .  Planning to do Part II of this same interview&lt;br /&gt;after reading his replies , still got lots of question to screw him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-3797830219669280867?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3797830219669280867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=3797830219669280867' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/3797830219669280867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/3797830219669280867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/06/interview.html' title='Interview...'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-5949334833454530621</id><published>2009-05-31T22:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:01:18.998+05:30</updated><title type='text'>something i want to tell ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;but ... ok its bcos of my alter ego so i couldnt. Let me use this place to&lt;br /&gt;come out,which  i cant do  in coll in front of them ...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to use names , just a single alphabet ( not first or last)  , a unique&lt;br /&gt;alphabet from thier names . ( i know some of them i know r reading this blog so&lt;br /&gt;a cyber protection ;-) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; U&lt;/span&gt; -   i miss u so much da , v had great time in II n III yr together in ur&lt;br /&gt;room. u r such a nice person i dont want to miss in life. Just v r in diff postin n&lt;br /&gt;busy schedule i cant speak to u much, nothing other than that. I always used to tease,&lt;br /&gt;make fun of u  n create a hell of cases against u , dont mind it .ok. its not that u r&lt;br /&gt;so vulnerable , u r so sportive n dont matter things seriously. Apart from that u r&lt;br /&gt;always my trusted one n i speak very openly to u . U always give ur unbisaed opinion&lt;br /&gt;n  i value it much. I want to be very close to u forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; - I think i dont ve anything to tell about u here . V both go well together&lt;br /&gt;n there s no secrets within us not even cheap secrets. But neither of us control others,&lt;br /&gt;i find it a matter of concern now a days bcos that v both ve same wavelength when v join&lt;br /&gt;together the thing becomes BIG both good n bad . for now its great fun n happiness&lt;br /&gt;but in future v must be reasonable n questioning each  others. V r worst than drunken&lt;br /&gt;drivers after night show , v r worst than bent pipe ladies in speaking gossips, v r worst than&lt;br /&gt;the worst in all activities . But v  always tell WE WILL CHANGE . I think time has come&lt;br /&gt;for action in this statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; P&lt;/span&gt; - u r a valuable friend to me . U r always available n so kind , its fun to&lt;br /&gt;be with u ,    just one thing to&lt;br /&gt;tell , u ve  lots of gfs but i think u must change ur attitude , only speaking&lt;br /&gt;wastes  time n energy ... so start to DO  something with them . I think u can understand my&lt;br /&gt;point . doing something also wastes energy but not the TIME   ;)&lt;br /&gt;[ my friend can understand this point for others i ve to explain to avoid misinterpretation,&lt;br /&gt;i meant he s a innovative man so i advise him to do tree plantation ,  coll welfare programs&lt;br /&gt;etc etc with them ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; - u think i'm not close with u , i'm not free with u . bt its not like that . u also think&lt;br /&gt;i'm too close to him . eventhough i tease with language Our language is not a barrier for us.&lt;br /&gt;but i must agree even i feel odd distance with u, i think its bcos of our contradictory views&lt;br /&gt;on certain things , for now v respect others views though v dont agree. Soon i ll cross over it&lt;br /&gt;n completly be normal with u. I want to be a friend to u forever , dont ve any precise reason for&lt;br /&gt;it but its wat i feel in this drowsy hour [12. 10 am].   one thing i want to make clear among us,&lt;br /&gt;no indifferences within us  , v  r always  TRIO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;  - i like u so much n u r the only gal where i dont see any actress impersonating&lt;br /&gt;face .( most of the gals i speak do expression n slang similar to actress like  most common&lt;br /&gt;SS jenelia ,  Subramaniapuram swathy ,  K K  jyotika - i hate such gals , stupids losing their&lt;br /&gt;individuality which s the only thing others love in us)&lt;br /&gt; but in the previous postin somethings ve changed my view , when i was always feeling&lt;br /&gt;lonely i expected a lot from u , thought atleast u ll be supportive to me , but it dint happen.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding no fault in u. What i mean s now a days for everything i expect u , even for simple&lt;br /&gt;things like about case, questions , tomorrow's work etc, which looks stupid for me , its even not good for my self . so i ve decided to move n&lt;br /&gt;keep a distance from u n try to do things for myself without expecting u . U r always my&lt;br /&gt;fav but wont be moving around u often. hope u can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; B&lt;/span&gt;-  v both r stupids , no hard feelings , v must stop speaking the day before exam.&lt;br /&gt;bcos everyone reads n only v both discuss how to spend the time in exam hall by simply&lt;br /&gt;sitting .  Even the day before our final yr O&amp;amp;G full paper exam v were talking about IPL&lt;br /&gt;final n how to sit tomorrow ,then i went to sleep , hope u also did the same .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; T&lt;/span&gt;  -  u r fun loving n serious man.  Dont join with me n [B]  da .. u r wasting time&lt;br /&gt;with us in posting .Read with others , but i wont tell this straight to u bcos v love having&lt;br /&gt;u by our side.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;  - never  thought u ll be such a nice man. Its great to be ur friend. u r&lt;br /&gt;very balanced n really i admire it.  just i feel u r a bit controlling urself n hiding&lt;br /&gt;ur nature in coll. U ve great sense of humour n timing but i dont see it in coll, just&lt;br /&gt;within ur room u r king , i want u to be the same way outside, with others also, not just&lt;br /&gt;with close ones  alone.  [ for that i'm not asking u to be like ( P)  , its impossible for us , he&lt;br /&gt;has natural power to speak even to JOy alukkas kerala receptionist -details below ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; -  just i walked out , thats wat u think ,its not so.  I always was sincere friend&lt;br /&gt;to u , but ur demands were too much n i couldnt afford that price ... see for a gal i cant&lt;br /&gt;lose all my friends n individuality .  u strongly commented my friends&lt;br /&gt;, u wanted to change me,  which i wont do for anyone . then u r&lt;br /&gt;were too pretending which i hate in anyone .  U do some things to hurt me which make&lt;br /&gt;me really laugh n angry . Finally i came to know about lot of ur lies which made me  lose&lt;br /&gt;faith in u .... Its a bit difficult for both us , being in same postin but ve to carefully avoid&lt;br /&gt;each other , hope will soon forget all things about u n start to look beyond u . But for now&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to play any mind games with u , if u wish u play .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i think i ve completed . Its nice to do this , feel a bit lighter now.  Will try to&lt;br /&gt;do this in future also ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the  story -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            [P] 's family went to buy jewels , when everyone was searching&lt;br /&gt;jewels , he was searching for the kerala receptionist , found her n  asked how s ur&lt;br /&gt;hair so long n straight  ? !!!!  ,  no one can be like this , but the the story is still dere , she&lt;br /&gt;smiled at him n they both spoke about this for half n hour . After that  he would ve&lt;br /&gt;surely got  LONG n Straight  ( no no, u readers r really bad )  hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s :  children below 18 n heart patient dont try  this , bcos [P]  s professionally trained&lt;br /&gt;n experienced man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;children above 18 do such things under his guidance .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.s .    Ganapathy , see i dint mention ur name this time, i respect ur feelings .&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/7609806576655763421-5949334833454530621?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5949334833454530621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=5949334833454530621' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/5949334833454530621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/5949334833454530621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-i-want-to-tell.html' title='something i want to tell ...'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-3672311825789597254</id><published>2009-05-27T20:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:28:30.630+05:30</updated><title type='text'>being Tagged...</title><content type='html'>I ve been tagged by my friend arun. so let me give a try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   only once i ve told  " I love you  " . Kept ice cold face n with animal directness i&lt;br /&gt;      said to her . Actually told twice , whenever i speak off imp things she just asks&lt;br /&gt;     me Wat? as if she dint hear it. so i said it twice without waiting for her Wat? ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.   Two times i ve been caught by police .  First in my tvs champ for driving&lt;br /&gt;      without license. Second the night after seeing Dark night movie i was&lt;br /&gt;      racing my 70cc bike thinking as if i'm in Batman bike, this time they stopped&lt;br /&gt;      me for asking whether i saw anyone in the road i came with white shirt. The&lt;br /&gt;      next day some chain snatching case in that st.&lt;br /&gt;         The funny thing is i never take my license when i drive my car, but no one ve ever&lt;br /&gt;      stopped n asked for licnense . When i drive 70cc Gearless clutchless two wheeler&lt;br /&gt;     everyone asks to show the license.  Crazy guys they dont know wat is the purpose&lt;br /&gt;     of license .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   Having my third mobile. First nokia 3315 , then nokia 6020 now having&lt;br /&gt;          SONy Ericsson Walkman 580 i . I Love it , great display n music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Got four times injured in head .  &lt;br /&gt;               I std       - still no hair in that sutured area.&lt;br /&gt;              VI std     - mild bleeding&lt;br /&gt;              VIII std  - severe injury as i fell upright while doing monkey air jump. &lt;br /&gt;              X std       -  fell while riding cycle by holding friend's hand in sunny bike . Popular&lt;br /&gt;                             ride during school days cyclers speeding by holding bikers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  from  first yr mbbs i ve changed my study table positon 5 times citing reason&lt;br /&gt;     like, this direction light is not coming  so only i couldnt study this n that&lt;br /&gt;     all though the real reason s i aint interested in reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.   My first romance happened when i was studying 6th . V both go in same auto to school&lt;br /&gt;      , she  was my classmate n same section too.  cant forget that bumping ride when&lt;br /&gt;      both our arms used to touch. divine romance without any thing in mind . &lt;br /&gt;      bcos at that age v  both dont know anything other than&lt;br /&gt;      games n cartoons ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Got 7   GF's   actually  6 + i exGF . But been a friend for 2 yrs so she deserves to be&lt;br /&gt;      in this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  My fav number , bcos many say 8 is unlucky no. so got a small feel  in liking that no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  In 9th std i was changed from A.U.P.E.T  school to Sri Jayendra school saying&lt;br /&gt;      studies r good in this school.  Really discovered myself in this school ... a innocent&lt;br /&gt;     silent sensitive boy turned into a  spoiled ,  farce , freak n stupid junk in this school.&lt;br /&gt;      cheers. ..!! I like how i'm now . Got life long friends from my 9th std.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.   My fav quote  in tamil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              "  the person  who says i got only bare hands wat to do ll be a  Loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 The one who sees his hand and say i got 10 fingers to Win this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 will become a LEGEND.  "  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really its nice n a bit difficult to think . Anyway was a different experience to tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-3672311825789597254?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3672311825789597254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=3672311825789597254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/3672311825789597254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/3672311825789597254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-tagged_27.html' title='being Tagged...'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-536232199017868975</id><published>2009-05-09T22:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:43:32.355+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Alien  Vs  Puppets</title><content type='html'>believe me i never wanted to go. I envied when boygals go&lt;br /&gt;for treat in a group but this time i was really not interested. Bcos&lt;br /&gt;i dont like any of them, but he gave me no chance . One of my&lt;br /&gt;batch mate celebrated his b'day  n he arranged treat in Arasan bakery&lt;br /&gt;by 12noon !!   I had gynaec theatre that day n it was over by 11.30 so&lt;br /&gt;i thought i escaped n went home.&lt;br /&gt;      But he called me by 12 n said where r u ? i told to wait na ?&lt;br /&gt;come here at once ?  I cant give him a reason so i had to start .&lt;br /&gt;   Its the first time i was going to such boygals treat n was thinking lots about&lt;br /&gt;it.  Just when i reached i was late by 10mins .  Got a corner seat, like&lt;br /&gt;pre-planned i kept mum.  The table had 8 guys n 10 gals .  Among this&lt;br /&gt;two pairs , one is the b'day boy n his love n other one was the suprise pair .&lt;br /&gt;    Like usual treat they had the routine stero type fun like sharing ice creams&lt;br /&gt;laughing for sick jokes , unnecessary snaps , cross comments,&lt;br /&gt;each one trying to prove themself as show stealers ,&lt;br /&gt;each one trying to show their sense of humour . But i was new to that atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;so opted to  be an  observer.  &lt;br /&gt;      As treat was moving i felt myself as alien in that table , bcos everyone was&lt;br /&gt;behaving completly senseless. They were just making a big fuss around so&lt;br /&gt;that other table people would stare at them n think these guys n gals&lt;br /&gt;r having great time together. &lt;br /&gt;       i suspect at that moment they would even laugh if i say today s tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Bunch of puppets i thought , then  final part came when everyone started to&lt;br /&gt;show their individuality like using stupid comments , gal throwing tissue paper&lt;br /&gt;on boy , boy keeping horn to gal while taking snaps ...  Each one commenting&lt;br /&gt;about others make up etc etc ....   1.15 hr i really got pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;      Finally i was about to leave when my ex-gal friend wanted to speak to&lt;br /&gt;me... She started her usual dialogues n  ended by saying " u also try to be casual&lt;br /&gt;friend like this n enjoy life with friendship " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            ,.... oops that was the last thing i want to hear " someone advising me to&lt;br /&gt;be casual n enjoy "  . I dont want to be in arguement with her so just let her off.&lt;br /&gt;   But is this what enjoyment means i dont want to do that .. bcos i know each n&lt;br /&gt;everyone in that table n how they r .  No one r actual friends all r just masked&lt;br /&gt;friends , even during treat one was personally kidding about&lt;br /&gt;the other to me .&lt;br /&gt;   I'm not anything like RSS or MNS or against gals , but happiness s not just&lt;br /&gt;making fuss or showing fake enthusiam around unliked ones .&lt;br /&gt;Even i would go with a  gal in future but it wont be just to show others . &lt;br /&gt;     These people think themselves as nxt generation , modern but what they do&lt;br /&gt;s they r just missing their natural happiness n peace .&lt;br /&gt;     i'm not against treat or freaking with gals but my point s y to ve  fake happiness&lt;br /&gt;without any reality n i dont want to pretend like them .&lt;br /&gt;    It was a nice experience bcos i happened to know about a Falsely made&lt;br /&gt; enjoyment n  i dont want  to be a part of it in future .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ... just few things i want to tell them&lt;br /&gt;1. Dont order unusal food stuffs to show urself&lt;br /&gt;2. Dont try to order the waiter to show urself before gals , be polite .&lt;br /&gt;3. Dont behave silly like using personal comments , the people sitting in other&lt;br /&gt;    tables will surely think u r a junk n uncultured.&lt;br /&gt;4. Gals dont think leaving half the food uneaten s sign of high class behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;5. Gals dont try to joke when u really cant n prove u r a nut...&lt;br /&gt;6. Gals dont think all r watching u n smile unnecessarily showing ur gums n teeth..&lt;br /&gt;7. Guys dont be a fool by always paying the bill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A advice to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "  Dont ever try to get in such dipshits again, be with ur own band of friends "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      such treats r useless unless u go with ur really liked ones. Orelse go&lt;br /&gt;without calling me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply to my ex-friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm always casual , thats y i ve left u without telling u . Then u dont need to advice&lt;br /&gt;me to enjoy life . I know my toe n people around me know how i'm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a very tough week with full of irritating people around me&lt;br /&gt;so that reflects in my blog ....  next time vil meet u with arun's&lt;br /&gt;( my friend ,clg mate ) soft love story&lt;br /&gt;Gone with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Arun's hikoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            "  kanne    a**tha&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                      un&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               ullathai alli tha "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-536232199017868975?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/536232199017868975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=536232199017868975' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/536232199017868975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/536232199017868975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/05/alien-vs-puppets.html' title='Alien  Vs  Puppets'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-3166382479451392785</id><published>2009-04-16T21:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-17T17:48:58.525+05:30</updated><title type='text'>i slept in platform ....</title><content type='html'>... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for the first time i slept in a railway platform &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our gang went&lt;br /&gt;for kerala tour .  v started on 12th night in Guruvayur express n reached&lt;br /&gt;our destination point Ernakullam [cochin] by early morning 4.30 itself&lt;br /&gt;, being one day tour v cant book room but v still got 2hrs for bus so no other&lt;br /&gt;way to sleep other than platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SehxPGRr1AI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nw-OkaM-jo0/s1600-h/PLatfom+sleep+paint.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SehxPGRr1AI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nw-OkaM-jo0/s320/PLatfom+sleep+paint.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325631063562376194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But platform gave me a sound sleep even with noisy crowd , train honking&lt;br /&gt;and all other disturbance of railway station. I always use to pity on the people&lt;br /&gt;who sleep in platform but its wrong.Really it gave a sleep which i cant even get&lt;br /&gt;in air conditioned room. Please try  !!! its a  great feel .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then about tour , our gang enjoy in any place v dont need a separate&lt;br /&gt;atmosphere for enjoying but this time it was a different experience. It&lt;br /&gt;was kerala  - SPICY STATE how rightly named . yes its a place of varieties.&lt;br /&gt;Let me go in detail ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST STEP IN KERALA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                              The moment i landed my first step [ ernakulam ]&lt;br /&gt;in kerala i started to admire the state . The climate , scenary everything in&lt;br /&gt;kerala was so nice but i dint see them , the thing made to admire is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Every girl was breathtaking n i think spicy state s the best when&lt;br /&gt;it comes to gals ,   .....   NOW u can correctly guess this tour was&lt;br /&gt;organised by  Ganapathy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              In railway station i saw a gal , she was looking great so my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started to search for a nice line or hi koo but soon there was another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i halted the previous gal thought n started to think for her , then there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was another one , again another .... My brain dried out of romantic lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n  poetic words . Soon i understood its not possible in this state .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the gals are beautiful n different .  Different - thats the important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point , every gal was unique . I prayed only one thing there ( see below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SehtxnFqfOI/AAAAAAAAADw/S7rDLS7855s/s1600-h/blog+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SehtxnFqfOI/AAAAAAAAADw/S7rDLS7855s/s320/blog+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325627258439367906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAK FAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                             We reached veega land by 7 am itself  n the theme park will open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 10 only so v have to again be in kerala streets .  First v went to a small hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gal came out for taking order(owner's daughter )  , oh god u shud ve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seen her wat a beauty she was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                          HELEN OF TROY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        the first thing  i thought when i saw her . If u got any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doubt u shud ve seen praveen's face his face was glowing after seeing her .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she asked u want Kadla kari or mutta kari ?  v told kadala kari enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( chenna )  but praveen snapped no v all need mutta kari ( egg, a bit costlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than chenna )  for that he got a smile from her . [ i was furious at him]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was ok but she was ....   at that moment i could realize how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much toll would ve taken for Romeo n Paris . She was extraordinary in a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very simple black chudi n yellow thuppata over her head . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          When v were about to go praveen told me  pavaam ava [ i pity her ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told to myself not at all she s ruthless , caused a internal hemorrhage for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN VEEGA LAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sehtxe8TDQI/AAAAAAAAADo/MJfHJEHYDR0/s1600-h/blog+1+paint.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sehtxe8TDQI/AAAAAAAAADo/MJfHJEHYDR0/s320/blog+1+paint.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325627256252599554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SehtyPbURPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Glx6bi6R224/s1600-h/blog+5paint.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SehtyPbURPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Glx6bi6R224/s320/blog+5paint.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325627269267604722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                   Entering veega land gave me a feel of reaching a city in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fairy tale , the place was so beautiful n artistic . The climate was great n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scenary was refreshing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    Again same problem, the place was filled with girls .  There was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of arguement going between us  for their beauty. some are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  - they eat lots of fish and fish skin has a content which s resposible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                for their beauty .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       - they use lots of coconut oil .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        - the climate n environment . so n so ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not interested in it .  The part i was thinking is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          - how all gals ve sharp bridge nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          - long black hair .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          - their dresing sense .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          - their correct body weight . not even slightly obese .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       - gynecoid pelvis , medicine says only 50% female ve&lt;br /&gt;                         gynecoid pelvis but there the incidence was more than 90% .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                 i decided its not possible to see all the beautiful gals in that jungle , so i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to watch the two gals moving before me in all ride . Thanks to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discovery channel ( lion eyes only one deer n chase )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Name not known they were sisters one in red one pink . My unbiased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opinion - they both were looking great in different sense . I cant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;control myself from murmuring the lines from the film 7/g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  "  ayirathil oruthi endru avalin mugam enikkirathey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  ayirathil ondrai ayioo avalin thangai sirikkirathey  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poor translation :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               she looks beautiful like a 1000 in 1 but her sister s too beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like 1 in 1000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             they  were equally attractive n typical kerala look .  Got a eye contact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with red gal  for seconds and told myself this s enough . I was black out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that time so i couldnt  build a line for her . so  now let me tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her eyes said to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        "   thee piditha thanga meenai parthathunda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 enn kannil kandu  kolvaai "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never released them from my eyes , saw them for more than 2 hrs n then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went around to other sides [sights ]  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          Its been long before i gave up the confusion whether seeing a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gal s right or wrong . When i was doing tenth my tamil mam told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a evergreen advice  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               " to see a flower in garden is not a mistake or harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         the moment u think to pluck her then u r wrong ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    like s seeing a Girl "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SehyzxozeJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lr4bcSKTqLg/s1600-h/DSC00391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SehyzxozeJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Lr4bcSKTqLg/s320/DSC00391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325632793188989074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -----------&gt;   Lets stop this There  would be no end about&lt;br /&gt;them n all gals there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SehtyIyg3uI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6omtv7dAkv4/s1600-h/blog+4+paint.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SehtyIyg3uI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6omtv7dAkv4/s320/blog+4+paint.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325627267485851362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other things in tour -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 .  They r maintaining the theme park like temple so clean n hygenic .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  VERTICAL FALL - was my fav ride . its just folding hands n to fall. it gave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    me the suicide feel was so thrilling . Ur brain ll stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   thinking when u r in the middle of fall , just when u touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   water u come back to life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    Got a kenyan friend in wave pool .  V were all dancing like hell in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wave poll seeing that the kenyan came n joined with us . he even taught me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kenyan Dance step .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    FOuntain dance n the laser show was the best in our trip.  V shud ve two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more eyes to see that .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    While returing in train v were all playing cards , a sincere police told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tough  u shud not play cards .   There were lots of passengers without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ticket n lots of unreserved passengers sitting in reserved seats but he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took no notice of it . Great cop !!!   I wonder how they compare tamil nadu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cop with scotland yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Whatever,  everything was above expectation- fun , entertainment ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gals .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sure we will come again to this spicy state ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      3 things i Loved in  kerala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 1.  Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           2. climate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              3.  nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( may be after 30 yrs if i come to kerala the order may be reversed , for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its girls topping the chart )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              At last it became a unforgettable trip for all of us .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sudden storm of such beautiful gals collapsed my thoughts n i could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think nothing  other than them  , even this blog s flooding with their thoughts .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me take a break n see u in next blog with other topics .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; I  prayed  my  friend  Vyshak  ( he s a keralate)   should not get one such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful kerala girl as his mistress.    our friendship rocks !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           a last line for them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            "  when u look at me once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   a lightning will strike my spine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              you are my rain bearing clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 my hormone river s flooded cos of you !  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Even my one side cheek&lt;br /&gt; s painful . yes i'm sleeping for more than 12 hrs per day n due to hot&lt;br /&gt;   summer climate my pillow n bed are  rock hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I'm just pretending myself that i'm a final year but the only thing&lt;br /&gt;i do is sleep more.  That too being in O&amp;amp;G postin is boredom.&lt;br /&gt;There s no role for a guy in that postin. I take it as an advantage&lt;br /&gt;n always sit in rest room . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        But Seeing others scares me off. Most of them r seriously reading ,&lt;br /&gt;always wearing gloves n doing something in the process of&lt;br /&gt;labour, asking doubt with the interns .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My kid sister is one step ahead ... she even goes n ask doubt to the&lt;br /&gt;               trained dais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        One such example : &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                 They were preparing a patient for&lt;br /&gt;      emergency LSCS , the entire atmosphere was running around the clock.&lt;br /&gt;     she went to Dai n asked wat r they going to do, she replied they r going&lt;br /&gt;      to give enema for her .  Her next question was WHERE WILL THEY&lt;br /&gt;     GIVE ENEMA  ?  ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  the dai was perplexed , she couldnt react for seconds , then after&lt;br /&gt;    sometime she replied I ve seen giving enema only in rectum!!!!&lt;br /&gt;              No dont laugh she wants to make sure for everything .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          She s also a mobile epidemic . Modern medicines greatest problem&lt;br /&gt;  s hygeine n preventing carrier.  BUt she wears a shoe which cats use as&lt;br /&gt;  Lavatory .     She even proudly says to  everyone that cat made my shoe&lt;br /&gt;        wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             I'm afraid anytime there could be a epidemic outbreak of unnamed&lt;br /&gt;  Disease.  Being a medical student i ve the responsibilty of preventing&lt;br /&gt; this epidemic so  tommorrow i shall pour acid in her shoes if she resists&lt;br /&gt; i ll pour it over her leg also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Then important events ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1.  M. sahoo msg ed me  anonymously saying i'm ur school gal friend ,&lt;br /&gt;           guess me . But even while reading the second msg i found its a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             A guy cant fool another guy in msg saying i'm a gal. Some&lt;br /&gt;                 reasons how i found  this guy's msg as flaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            A.   He sent two msg's back to back one saying guess me&lt;br /&gt;                  n other saying  still cant find me - its out of logic , gals&lt;br /&gt;                                      never hastily send msgs . They always want to keep them&lt;br /&gt;                                       in Demand . Guys never ve patience.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;                          B.   His third msg was how  r u ? its again a flaw . Gals r egostical&lt;br /&gt;                                     they always wait whether the guy cares for him , after confirming&lt;br /&gt;                                    that only they mind asking How r u ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        C.      His msg language was abrupt n fonts was rough. Again a&lt;br /&gt;                                     mistake , gals msg sentence ll ve soft ends  n the fonts ll have&lt;br /&gt;                                  a artistic sense .&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;                                             Eg. For saying OK v just send as K. But mostly&lt;br /&gt;                                                   they ll send as oK. &lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    Note: Just type in ur mobile using small letter option as ok, it ll&lt;br /&gt;                                             be looking a bit artistic than capital letters OK. Thats gals .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   SO v guys r hasty , short n sharp so v cant match them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             GALS  ARE GALS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             2.        Broke with my gal friend . dint tell her till now, not going to&lt;br /&gt;                          tell  after postin this blog also .&lt;br /&gt;                                               Just want to leave where it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sd-cIxmthQI/AAAAAAAAADg/nmfmthS8jCc/s1600-h/bsga1012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sd-cIxmthQI/AAAAAAAAADg/nmfmthS8jCc/s320/bsga1012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323144959143806210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                Telling her ll lead to arguement , unnecessary emotions n&lt;br /&gt;                    stupid   feelings ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        I'M a Rational type , my emotions r limited to seeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          films like Schindler's list n Shawshank Redemption. So i dont want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              to be in  those situtations . Moreover she belongs to my postin unit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         so it would be difficult for both us for carefully avoiding each others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             gaze , pretending to avoid n speak to others etc etc. so better dont tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       her n allow  herself to understand things . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      And moreover i dont want to make it dirty by saying i'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            right she s not , so n so... The only thing i can say is V Both reached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       the breaking point , so its better to move away rather than hurting each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       I broke up with her but i dont hear any sonnet or sad flute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing behind my back .  I'm not deaf n v both were really good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends but i cant see the emotions which i ve seen in films. The reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be i'm practical ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here comes the toughest part , yes i'm going to advice on how to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be when u break with ur gal friends . [ advice s strictly against my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;principles in this blog , but still not feeling sleepy so let me try]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADVICE AFTER U BREAK UP :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 1.   Dont try to be very happy by laughing to unnecessary jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        or simple comments . It ll keep on reminding u Y U R behaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          unnaturally .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               2.   Immediately dont search for a new gal friend , it ll make u more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         sad bcos at that time u ll be looking for a alternative n u cant get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        in short time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  3. Dont try to flirt more with less known gals ,at that time&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;                        only thing in ur mind  ll be new gal friend n u cant think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         any other things . On other      hand she might  be having&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       a good opinion on u but due to ur sudden change in attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      she might doubt u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              4. DOnt try to make False opinion about her , saying to urself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       she s a cheat , she s a liar. This ll depress u a lot bcos u ll be having&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     good opinion about her , suddenly abusing her ll make u think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      urself a stranger n u might hate urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                5.  Dont try to prove yourself before her , by going near her n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          calling  another gal n speaking to her with smiling face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          This ll badly reflect ur own character , she can easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          understand ur childish character .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               6.   Dont try to see her without her knowledge , she can easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          guess this.  IF u want to look at her see her eyes with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Animal Directness without any expressions .BY this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        she ll be confused about ur attitude .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               7.  Never do the things she expects ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              8.     Keep yourself cool , make yourself occupied in other things ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        dont stretch too long about her , dont re telecast the scenes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         when u both were smiling together n having fun.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;              9. Just be simple as you are n look at her as if she s one more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      human being around u .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             10. Dont compare ur situation with any films or characters n start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            singing sad songs.  It ll be artificial .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            Then dont explain ur situation to ur friends , not even close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends , this wont help u bcoz u know her better than him so wat ever he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;says wont convince u and  in other hand u r  doing a shame full thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to ur  friendship with her ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            TO break up with a gal friend s not a anti climax or  unexpected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing , &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                Treat it as a HAPPY    ENDING ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-4960980742255984577?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/4960980742255984577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=4960980742255984577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/4960980742255984577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/4960980742255984577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/04/final-year.html' title='Final Year...'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sd-cIxmthQI/AAAAAAAAADg/nmfmthS8jCc/s72-c/bsga1012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-6848276853803885880</id><published>2009-03-29T13:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:27:50.739+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Got a New Friend ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sc83OH6Gj7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/k-1DPyFG3tA/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sc83OH6Gj7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/k-1DPyFG3tA/s320/DSC00300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318530400728289202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sc81trMhT4I/AAAAAAAAACY/2NtK4PuMzmg/s1600-h/DSC00297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sc81trMhT4I/AAAAAAAAACY/2NtK4PuMzmg/s320/DSC00297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318528743753469826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      Got a new pup - Black Labrador from solomon breeds , palai. Keeps&lt;br /&gt;me busy n occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  my parents decided to get a pup i asked black colour lab , bcos&lt;br /&gt;of my fav leopard chasing Jaguar Paw scene in APOCALYPTO . Lab dogs&lt;br /&gt;look a bit like leo n black colour will add more grace to it. We even waited&lt;br /&gt;three months to get Black colour....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now got it n its near me always... Likes my system very much n start&lt;br /&gt;to bite the wires in all possible situation.  We both see a English movie&lt;br /&gt;before bed n it likes watching action scene. When it sees a fight scene&lt;br /&gt;it start to run around my room wildly or pull my slippers out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But its NOT easier to take care of a dog like i thought. When they came&lt;br /&gt;to deliver the pup they spoke lots of things regarding its health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told to give lots of vaccine like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Parvovirus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Canine  Leptospira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 1 in 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 . Rabies vaccine ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Adeno virus vaccine ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Influenza A vaccine ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even gave a health card for entering vaccine dates, in that card&lt;br /&gt;there s also column for periodic general check up for eyes , tongue , foot&lt;br /&gt;etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Not over, then they ve told to give tonics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        1. HEALTH UP - it contains essential amino acids n vitamins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sc83N5bEScI/AAAAAAAAADA/pByd1hUbzA8/s1600-h/DSC00364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sc83N5bEScI/AAAAAAAAADA/pByd1hUbzA8/s320/DSC00364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318530396840020418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        2. NUTRI - COAT - its a nutritional supplement for dogs n for&lt;br /&gt;                                              the hair to appear silky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sc81uQm73yI/AAAAAAAAACw/Ys6XL7hUUbg/s1600-h/DSC00363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sc81uQm73yI/AAAAAAAAACw/Ys6XL7hUUbg/s320/DSC00363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318528753796374306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they have also asked to deworm the dog periodically , the&lt;br /&gt;tablet is CANTEL ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sc81ubSUkiI/AAAAAAAAACo/555PGIeiFLc/s1600-h/DSC00365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sc81ubSUkiI/AAAAAAAAACo/555PGIeiFLc/s320/DSC00365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318528756662702626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      At last they also told to buy a specific soap for bathing the dog .&lt;br /&gt;NOTIX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sc81uI2h4hI/AAAAAAAAACg/OOg2WQGQMH0/s1600-h/DSC00366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sc81uI2h4hI/AAAAAAAAACg/OOg2WQGQMH0/s320/DSC00366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318528751714296338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;            It is consuming a great amount of time to do all these work , actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there r lot other works to  do like ,  have to go to hospital , class,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then  other family works , look after the patients n their follow up. etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new arrival to my home s making the already busy schedule to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get cramped. I wonder how my father s able to manage all this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sc83yJmFrBI/AAAAAAAAADY/eBneCEaCz7s/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sc83yJmFrBI/AAAAAAAAADY/eBneCEaCz7s/s320/DSC00303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318531019656506386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-6848276853803885880?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/6848276853803885880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=6848276853803885880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/6848276853803885880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/6848276853803885880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/03/got-new-friend.html' title='Got a New Friend ....'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/Sc83OH6Gj7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/k-1DPyFG3tA/s72-c/DSC00300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-8717436259233971088</id><published>2009-03-07T22:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:40:16.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Taking U to Exam Hall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;              .... Most of us think exam hall is filled with full of tension,&lt;br /&gt;stress etc etc,,.. but its not true. We face lots of comical things there but&lt;br /&gt;fail to take it into account .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DARK COMEDY - thats the correct word to use regarding&lt;br /&gt;exam hall scenes. They r comical but make us uncomfortable at&lt;br /&gt;that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Let me explain about my exam hall , .. Come on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    I went 25 mins late to my first exam , ya .. I'm a last minute runner&lt;br /&gt;so it takes time . Was  running to my hall by 9.25 am n pushed the door&lt;br /&gt;open,saw a flash!!&lt;br /&gt;  i saw her  in orange chudi sitting as last person in exam hall ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          I know my eyes are wide open but i still doubted whether it is a&lt;br /&gt;Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               [ FLASH BACK : When I talked to her in my first n only tour  in ooty&lt;br /&gt;she was in the same orange chudi... Although the conversation was very&lt;br /&gt;brief  neither of us could forget that. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               I even wanted to go near her ears n say I MISS YOU so much... shut up&lt;br /&gt; shiva !!!  concentrate in ur exams i told to myself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Then i found my place n sat down ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          I saw vignesh praying to god sincerly  . I thought he would be&lt;br /&gt;praying GOd to Ask the questions he has studied n he must not forget the&lt;br /&gt;things he has studied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SbLFhBocxqI/AAAAAAAAABk/tj5fzgVR1V8/s1600-h/jlvn186l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SbLFhBocxqI/AAAAAAAAABk/tj5fzgVR1V8/s320/jlvn186l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310524081787684514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     I never pray to god in exam hall ...&lt;br /&gt;                                                         Bcoz i dont want to&lt;br /&gt;          Embarrass god n make him feel Helpless by Praying him to&lt;br /&gt;ask from wat i studied ... I know its difficult even for greek n&lt;br /&gt;roman gods so just leave them in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONVERSATION : I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      This orissa guy was sitting next to me in SPM , though v&lt;br /&gt;both speak english neither of us could understand wat&lt;br /&gt;the other is saying . V use Heavy native accent in our English !!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ORISSA GUY : wat is the W.H.O  theme for 2008 ?   [ 2 marks question]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ME                    :  who knows my theme for 2008 is to avoid accidents n&lt;br /&gt;                                         pollution bcoz thats creating a panic in our city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I thought it was a nice joke n started to smile for myself  with self pride&lt;br /&gt;thinking i joke even in examhall )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Suddenly i noticed he was writing wat i said in his paper ..&lt;br /&gt;I was clearly confused  !!! n started to think wat went wrong. Within&lt;br /&gt;seconds it struck me .. due to my low tone n single syllable&lt;br /&gt;pronoun cation he got it as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 =    W.H.O  ( knows my)  Theme for 2008 is to avoid accidents n&lt;br /&gt;  pollution bcoz thats creating a PANDEMIC ( panic in our city)  . =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             My GOd..  i ve to stop him , it was already last 10 mins n i tried&lt;br /&gt;my best to signal him but couldnt stop him ..&lt;br /&gt;         Finally convinced myself ok . its gods wish. so be it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONVERSATION : II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      before start of issuing question paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        ME : tell me the answers , dont just simply keep on writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vignesh : I'm ready to tell , just ask ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ME :  ok fine, then answer me CRISPY  during exams !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vignesh : ( annoyed) oh.. u ll write only crispy answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cha.. instead of asking to answer me briefly n in points i said crispy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vignesh saravanan burst into laughter when i asked crispy answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONVERSATION : III &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     last minute of exam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            ME : wat is the vaccine for J.E ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     sneha  :( in hissing low voice) cell culture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got it as sub culture n wrote it , then after 30 secs i thought there s no&lt;br /&gt;sub culture it must be cell culture , so i turned back to ask again by that&lt;br /&gt;time  Examiner pulled my paper saying Time up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 I got irritated losing 2 marks just turned around n said&lt;br /&gt;atleast in FINAL YR exams tell  the answers loudly . In my rage i&lt;br /&gt;failed to notice the examiner was standing near her for collecting&lt;br /&gt;paper. Both examiner n she looked oddly , better i avoided the gaze n&lt;br /&gt;escaped out.&lt;br /&gt;                             After that i saw sneha murmuring something , i dint show&lt;br /&gt;any interest to it bcoz i know she ll be scolding me as usual in bad words&lt;br /&gt;like thendi , karadu , themmadi, dushta , vattu, mankuni.&lt;br /&gt;SO  its better to Go way as unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Observation in exam hall ....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Being 3 1/2 yrs in this coll only during this exam i found our exm hall&lt;br /&gt;      has attached TOILET.  and i'm sure our instituion is developing in&lt;br /&gt;      infrastructure!!!  I ve decided i would find out whether its indian&lt;br /&gt;     or western type before i complete my course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. MOstly everyone come in old or faded dress for exams including me.&lt;br /&gt;      It strongly proves our dress express our mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Most of them grow beard during exam holidays including me . my&lt;br /&gt;      reason s, i think to save the day before exam but naturally the day before&lt;br /&gt;     exam v all ve lots of things to save n so i ve no time for it n come with beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A gal near me was constantly turning back to see her love. I even thought&lt;br /&gt;      to fix the time gap, but later found its not based on time but movements&lt;br /&gt;      , every page she turns or draws line she turns to him.  [ really good job .&lt;br /&gt;    by me  isnt so?? ]  they spoke no words just&lt;br /&gt;     signal transmission through 4 eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          i couldnt  understand the cipher language they were using&lt;br /&gt;   or decode it.. Even u cant , bcoz no one in this&lt;br /&gt;   world know wat two lovers speak.&lt;br /&gt;                                     The TRUE    Reason s no one&lt;br /&gt;   can understand is ,even the two lovers dont know wat&lt;br /&gt;     they r speaking.    This s really     BAD.. BAd.  &lt;br /&gt;    I respect love even i dont&lt;br /&gt;                      ve one. ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A guy was writing SPM using all colour pens n i could see only 7 lines&lt;br /&gt;       in a page n it was forming a Rainbow in each page , seeing him felt really&lt;br /&gt;     sick bcos he was keep on getting additional page n i was having more&lt;br /&gt;        than 15  pages unwritten in the Main sheet booklet .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Vyshak n vinoth were doing a conference before writing each answer. I&lt;br /&gt;     was seeing them like a  kid seeing ice cream. Thinking whether there was&lt;br /&gt;     anyone around me to discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My kid sister was having a new rubber tip pencil, she s a pen bitter&lt;br /&gt;        n so i thought " ok. biting rubber tip ll be easier than hard pencil "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       But i hate pen bitters , still i dont use my  pen which she was biting&lt;br /&gt;during pediatrics posting when she was writing case for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s&lt;br /&gt;            I started this post by 11.30pm n planned to write all stupid things till&lt;br /&gt;  i feel sleepy . Now i feel sleepy so its time for the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 * THE  END *&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-8717436259233971088?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/8717436259233971088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=8717436259233971088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/8717436259233971088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/8717436259233971088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/03/taking-u-to-exam-hall.html' title='Taking U to Exam Hall'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SbLFhBocxqI/AAAAAAAAABk/tj5fzgVR1V8/s72-c/jlvn186l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-5023543430529358918</id><published>2009-02-26T22:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-27T00:36:40.591+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Attitude Towards EXAM ...'/><title type='text'>My Attitude Towards EXAM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         I Hate me during exam preparation... During Exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time I always keep things to myself  , never&lt;br /&gt;discuss about my preparation or do combined studies ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               Normally i spend all time roaming with or without&lt;br /&gt;reason , being with friends , speaking , speaking n speaking&lt;br /&gt;( a simple Roadside romeo n chatter box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           NORMAL TIME :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SableVwH7iI/AAAAAAAAABU/nW4O7vat_iU/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SableVwH7iI/AAAAAAAAABU/nW4O7vat_iU/s320/DSC00052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307181520300535330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                   BUT during Exam time i dont even show my Head outside often,&lt;br /&gt;dont get along with friends in natural way ... Dont go for films&lt;br /&gt;except when they compel... To be simple i ll a different man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Its not i focus n concentrate too much ... Its&lt;br /&gt;my hatred n Phobia for exams .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               I dont want to speak to anyone bcoz they ll be&lt;br /&gt;discussing about exams which i hate to discuss... So i just&lt;br /&gt;stay from them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        EXAM TIME :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SableRJz4XI/AAAAAAAAABc/xcR5IRbadD0/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SableRJz4XI/AAAAAAAAABc/xcR5IRbadD0/s320/DSC00050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307181519066095986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                I dont even send forw sms , fearing that someone might ask&lt;br /&gt;how much i ve prepared in reply n it  will be embarrassing saying&lt;br /&gt;Not Yet Started .... So dont even send sms or wish All The Best For&lt;br /&gt;Exams ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;BRAVE MOVES :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                The following things surprised me during exam holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Suppi n nazar went to bet match cricket just 4 days before exam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Two of my friends where regularly attending their 5 o' clock&lt;br /&gt;      work which is classified [ means cant be discussed due to&lt;br /&gt;    national security reasons !!!!! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Arun went to singapore n came ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  kadal was carrying out his National Survey programme in front&lt;br /&gt;     of suri's home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Marriraj  underwent his Ankle Surgery ( lat. coll lig tear )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  I did nothing like this  instead i dint study also... I was&lt;br /&gt;wasting time staying alone .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Though the above moves were bold I was really stunned by&lt;br /&gt;the impossible Move by Ganapathy during exam holidays&lt;br /&gt;and i consider it the Boldest n my inspiring one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It is , the night before exam when i was rolling with book which&lt;br /&gt;i can never complete n was thinking about the after math of exams&lt;br /&gt;ganapathy came to my house ...&lt;br /&gt;I asked y ?  calculating  the seconds i'm wasting by speaking to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            He replied he s going  to temple n just came to my home on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You may think wat is bold in this  n it s normal everyone pray&lt;br /&gt;before exams but.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                He s not a Normal man , the twist follows below..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After hearing he s on the way  to temple ... I replied i'm also praying God to&lt;br /&gt;see through his corner of eye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         He replied "Shiva u got it wrong .. I came to temple to see my Gal&lt;br /&gt;friend's eye .. i know  she ll be coming to temple today "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I said this s too much ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        but he said " I think seeing her eyes s more&lt;br /&gt;vital for me than exams "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I was clearly annoyed n asked wat s in her eyes ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       HE said " dont just say its a eye , its the place where&lt;br /&gt;                                             i found me ... yes , only when i went near her n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              saw myself in her eyes i realized its ME"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I asked straight " DO u love her , or ve u said ur love to her "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He replied " sky never says its love to sun , but it doesnt mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sky s not in love with sun "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Eventhough he indirectly agreed, i couldnt hide my doubt so i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asked him " If sky loves sun , then wat is the affair between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKy n Moon ,  And  Y?  moon doesnt come to meet sky in presence of sun "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               I could smell the smoke somewhere , when i turned back i found&lt;br /&gt;he was accelerating towards his temple in the temple ... I wished him&lt;br /&gt;best of luck ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               But wat s this love always waiting , waiting n waiting ...&lt;br /&gt;Dont they get bored up , or dont their love fade with time ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  But he gave me the answer with his actions , He waits near&lt;br /&gt;temple to see her , she comes only once in a time ... but he doesnt&lt;br /&gt;get depressed but wait for the next time ...  Yes thats the answer ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Love Works under BIG BANG THEORY ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S  :&lt;br /&gt;                             BIG BANG THEORY - Its the most accepted version about how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universe was created . Universe was like a ball n a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Cosmic Explosion occured before 25 crore yrs after which fragments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started expanding with time n universe was created...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  The point of consideration s Universe EXPANDS with TIME ..n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it forms energy with expansion ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                so LOVE  s similar to this ... A cosmic explosion occurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prefer to call it as SPARK ,  after that explosion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE  expands with TIME ... like our friend's case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gets its energy by the expanding distance ... so love doesnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fade with time    like Sahli's acid hematometer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colour plate [ potassium dichromate] ...  It always expands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n keep on expanding even after v ve gone .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        NO Doubt  this man is  the boldest one ... I even doubt he would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last  SPARTAN ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          [ SPARTA -  follows negative eugenics like they ll kill the weak n&lt;br /&gt;                      disabled child to promote their race as the strongest&lt;br /&gt;                     one , so this man must be the last surviving ruthless&lt;br /&gt;                      Spartan ...             ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah...  forgot to tell about exams .... I hide myself from everyone&lt;br /&gt;during exams except to one -    its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             My Kid Sister .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               I call only to her n say about my current pathetic state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of exam prep . Its not a planned one or that i hate others .. Its just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the  way IT HAPPENS .... i call her n say i'm not able to focus , i ve not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started anything , i'm in mood out , i'm really out of mind . she listens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything with a smile ( u must get used to it ,u may think she s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mocking u , not like that,  she ll smile in all situations)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                After hearing everything she start to say that time itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told u to read , i told this ,i told that .. u ve to get all her digs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               This time she told me . "ok , 15 days dere ... u divide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five five days for each subject n complete , let me start to STIMULATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u , "      That day she told me to read a portion with strict order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying after completion i ve to inform her n then only i can sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day also she gave a portion , slowly she brought the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rusted derailed train back on track n it started moving towards its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;destination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A RARE COINCIDENCE -&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                       The two days when she was stimulating&lt;br /&gt;she gave me a portion . Portion from that came as  TWO ESSAYS in&lt;br /&gt;spm II paper .    May be she has some wild instinct...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               My kid sis s a motivational Liar ,,,  when it was 15days for exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she told 5 days enough for a subject but i remember the last time when it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was 30 days for exam she said 10 days enough for a subject ... Eventhough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew she was lying n my Exam preparation was going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worser than  WALL STREET Crisis ....      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dintn say anything bcoz its always a good feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when someone says u can do it ... eventhough i was  expecting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marks  Lower  than NASDAQ n DOW JONES points ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Then last minute program in exam was T I S . It also worked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to some extent ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Anyway exams r over , but i hate my attitude . Next time i must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be normally behaving  to everyone n try to wipe off  my poor attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this ...;   until then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       "  Naane Yenakku oru Nanmban illai "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-5023543430529358918?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5023543430529358918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=5023543430529358918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/5023543430529358918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/5023543430529358918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-attitude-towars-exam.html' title='My Attitude Towards EXAM...'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SableVwH7iI/AAAAAAAAABU/nW4O7vat_iU/s72-c/DSC00052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-7844109168999023388</id><published>2009-02-26T21:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:43:51.269+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lessons i learnt from EXAMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             . . .  once for all my third m.b.b.s university exams are over. As usual&lt;br /&gt;it was hell  both pre-exam n exam period. Somehow managed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Community medicine paper was weird type , I paper&lt;br /&gt;comes in II n II comes in I. so I wrote a combined&lt;br /&gt;                    Cock tail . Praying a guy shud value&lt;br /&gt;my paper , bcoz they like cocktail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   This time i learned very few for exams but Learnt a Lot about&lt;br /&gt;exams. Right from childhood i hate ( naturally everyone) exams [ even&lt;br /&gt;for Road license exam i bribed Rs.30 n got 90./. ].  But this time&lt;br /&gt;i found at some point v ve to L O V E  our exams to get through,&lt;br /&gt;similar to               ARRANGED MARRIAGE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  First     U dont show any interest with ur partner&lt;br /&gt;          ( books) , u irritate her, just leave her alone most&lt;br /&gt;          of the time. DOnt give ears to her feelings .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Openly say u hate her , abuse about her before others , curse&lt;br /&gt;god for giving her ... U even hate to sit opposite to her in a table .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   But as time passes , when u know there s no other way ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       U start looking at her deeply n say to yourself  she s not that BAD&lt;br /&gt;she s looking a bit pretty  sometimes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           then as time passes u start to interact with her , just for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Feel very boring to be with her n get asleep, most of the time even in&lt;br /&gt;front of her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Then next morning u hold her with ur open hands saying Sorry n&lt;br /&gt;today i ll spend the maximum timewith u ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             It goes n goes with nearing days u start to SLEEP ( books)&lt;br /&gt;with her ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Thats the best point , Yes u start to Love Her bcoz&lt;br /&gt;there s no other hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Lastly , u r afraid of the society ... Yes, being with her all time&lt;br /&gt;  even sleeping with her without RESULTS   provoke doubt on ur&lt;br /&gt;self in the society....&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;             So u r so desperate n Finally get the Result ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           so there s no other choice u ve with her , other than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to love ur woman( books) regardless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of its size , character  , pain staking troubles , boresome attitude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;NOTE -&lt;br /&gt;                The time v start to Love her,  influence the&lt;br /&gt;Result Range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I give only minimum Love to her , Its enough For ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-7844109168999023388?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7844109168999023388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=7844109168999023388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/7844109168999023388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/7844109168999023388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2009/02/lessons-i-learnt-from-exams.html' title='Lessons i learnt from EXAMS'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-2951843181314348645</id><published>2008-12-31T22:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:53:29.085+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Best Romance of 2008...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ROMEO AND JULIET &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. . .( in nellai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Two households , both alike in Dignity in fair&lt;br /&gt;Roundana ( highground) , where we lay our scene , from ancient&lt;br /&gt;grudge break into new mutiny , where civil blood makes&lt;br /&gt;civil hands unclean ,from forth the fatal loins of these two&lt;br /&gt;foes,  a Pair of star crossed lovers ...&lt;br /&gt;          WHERE THEY DONT GIVE UP THEIR LIFE,&lt;br /&gt;                         INSTEAD THEY WIN THIER LOVE....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Houses in our College...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MONTAGUE - wragorianz - ROMEO- Ganapathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   CAPULET    - ygdrasilerz   - JULIET -  M *  m * ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mercutio - Aibo... , Romeo's Best Friend ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     ( This s not the full version of&lt;br /&gt;Romeo n juliet  n moreover u all know  the story&lt;br /&gt;, so i'm just highlighting a single act in this..&lt;br /&gt;         I cant lay the entire Epic, even shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;cant !!!!  , so i ll just write the Romantic  part of this &lt;br /&gt;romeo n juliet , To be specific i ll bring SCENE -4 , ACT - 14  alone&lt;br /&gt;bcoz it s the most romantic part. . .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                            Two households were fighting in all&lt;br /&gt;given chances but Romeo was not interested in Such&lt;br /&gt;Quarrels , he always believed in LOVE n thought  love can&lt;br /&gt;overthrow powers n Even Empires....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Romeo(Ganapathy)  as all know was in love with Juliet &lt;br /&gt;belonging to capulet family , despite their family fights they both&lt;br /&gt;believed Love will win at last ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           The twist came in the form of mercutio...One night&lt;br /&gt;Montague family burnt crackers in capulet houses of lords n&lt;br /&gt;princess , the next day the war of words started n with no man's&lt;br /&gt;expectation Mercutio drew his sword of words n started firing&lt;br /&gt;the Capulets family saying " If this theatrics s to scare us&lt;br /&gt;then u ve chosen the wrong Family we r Lions ....."&lt;br /&gt; The war ended unpleasantly  n by the&lt;br /&gt;act of mercutio even the neutral members of capulet started looking&lt;br /&gt;montague as foes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 On the other hand it was the starting of the Montague's&lt;br /&gt;Rule , seeing Mercutio all the montague members fell in a line like&lt;br /&gt;an Warriors of troy.. They were desperate to win all situations&lt;br /&gt; against capulets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Ganapathy who initially not interested in such fights seeing&lt;br /&gt;Mercutio his dear friend took his stand n started opposing&lt;br /&gt;Capulets by all possible ways even though his love juliet belonged&lt;br /&gt;to capulet . He loved Juliet but he hated Capulets... there was silence&lt;br /&gt;on both sides for months , finally Juliet broke the silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She said Love s beyond Families, country n even&lt;br /&gt;                world .. all these days i was not thinking about&lt;br /&gt;                ur face or sms or ur curly hair, i was&lt;br /&gt;               only missing ur true Love...&lt;br /&gt;               So i dont mind my family or ur family .. I mind only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ganapathy replied .. Our Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   The cold war was running high at the moment but always&lt;br /&gt;montague were winning n capulet failing  like in batch day , tour etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;                    But Montague flagged their final victiory by organsing n&lt;br /&gt;succesfully hoisting ADRENX -08 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Ganapathy n aibo were working tirelessly for&lt;br /&gt;            this final moment n Montgue won with all due Respects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Capulets were running mad and wanted to prove them in&lt;br /&gt;Ecstasy n were desperately waiting for the News ...&lt;br /&gt;But a big thunder bolt stuck them all... The Chairman of Roundana&lt;br /&gt;thought  that conducting Ecstay according to family will again&lt;br /&gt;start a Civil war so they decided to split the families of Roundana&lt;br /&gt;into small groups ... With this capulets lost all thier hope n&lt;br /&gt;they had no way to conceal thier defeat ... Montague were the rulers&lt;br /&gt;IN FAIR ROUNDANA ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Now let me bring the most Romantic part of this story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          SCENE - IV&lt;br /&gt;                                   ACT - 14 ( this happened before mercutio act)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 08-JUL-2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PROLOGUE:&lt;br /&gt;                            One good noon when all us where preparing &lt;br /&gt;        for our SPM exam with book in front and nothing in my mind ,&lt;br /&gt;         v all were feeling the sensation of two caterpillar making sex in&lt;br /&gt;     our stomach ( not  due  to Fear of exam , bcoz of d effect of last Night&lt;br /&gt; subramani treat and that ostrich omlet )    But at final moment  v had a&lt;br /&gt;sparkling twist in the scene like banishing of darkness after seeing Sun&lt;br /&gt;, ie v got d questions from ganapathy . At that time v  saw him like a  Man with powers , a guy loved by All Gods    (someone like  Nosterdam )  . . . &lt;br /&gt;    But behind d History of question leak  A fairy Romantic Tale s Hidden .                     I feel immense pleasure  in presenting  that story n conversation to You all . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;                        LOVE STORY 2008.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ROMEO  - Ganapathy -G ;         JULIET  - M * m * - M .. . &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;    Date- 4th july&lt;br /&gt;    Time 1.00 pm .    &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;          G  - H i . . I read nothing , also ve  stomach pain&lt;br /&gt;                            bcoz of attending  a treat.   U how going . huh :)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         M   - I ve completed reading , how s ur stomach pain , after&lt;br /&gt;                          hearing that       my heart s aching , dono y . &lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;        G  - i know d reason and its d nature of True and secret love.  &lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;        M     - :) i miss u , i ve not seen u for past 3 hrs . I feel like being in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       G  - dont worry uh . Tonight i ll come to see u with arul&lt;br /&gt;                            before hostel as usual that junk arul ll do his&lt;br /&gt;                             watch dog job.           &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;       M  - ask him to carry light n come ! ! ! Bcoz street light not&lt;br /&gt;                          working. I heard hostel guys got question paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;      G   - oh . Huh . Those capulets .I wont speak to them  better i ll fail.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      M  - ok then i ll ask them                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     G- but they dont like u . . .                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      M  - yeah . . . But . . . But.  I Like You.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then he got the questions n v  wrote exam.           &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Time 4.34 pm         &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     M   - how was d exam.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     G   -  v all wrote well bcoz of u .  &lt;br /&gt;            She Couldnt hide her disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    M   - u gave to all .  ?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     G  - they all r my friends .         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    M   - but i care more than them all. I gave it only for u .               &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    G  - i need you only . But for Evening time pass i need them .        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     M  - then go n FISH  ! with them itself . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He tries to convince her. Finally she says  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   M  - i give u 10sec  decide whom u need.                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   At that time a Flower falls from far branch and sun&lt;br /&gt; kissing her with its rays . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;                     Then she starts turning back . . . But at that time with&lt;br /&gt;no mans expectation ganapathy catches d flower in one hand&lt;br /&gt; n her in another hand and blocks the sun rays . . . He has decided&lt;br /&gt; n told her that i ll wash them all ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;                Finally she gives her smile to him.             &lt;br /&gt;        G - vil u trust me all my life.                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        M   - no i trust u all MY Life.                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        G - How much u like me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        M - Like sickness n cure together , like rain n sun,&lt;br /&gt;                like flower n breeze ,...&lt;br /&gt;                like roots love soil....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The Tale Ends With Soft Music ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          This may look very primitve , no wonder the whole&lt;br /&gt;damm love s primitive with no senses only nonsenses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I never believe  Love s divine n pure ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Love s just the&lt;br /&gt;NATURE'S WAY OF ENSURING PREGNANCY  ...&lt;br /&gt;                       Nature always feared that one day,&lt;br /&gt; man lazy in all things will become lazy to give future generation.&lt;br /&gt;so nature just spilled the venom called Love ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      I'm true if u dont believe then just  read about the adrenrgic&lt;br /&gt;drug Amphetamine its effect is similar to love ... so ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider this Romeo n juliet as the best Romance of 2008..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                HAPPY NEWYEAR TO ALL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-2951843181314348645?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/2951843181314348645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=2951843181314348645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/2951843181314348645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/2951843181314348645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-romance-of-2008.html' title='Best Romance of 2008...'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-5045894493198072092</id><published>2008-12-26T22:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:22:41.041+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Driving through the woods...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love driving my car... I like both riding in&lt;br /&gt;city traffic n doing long drive ... I even ve a crazy habit ,&lt;br /&gt;In heavy traffic during peak hours i just close&lt;br /&gt;windows switch on A/C  n start singing loudly .. I really enjoy&lt;br /&gt;doing this although it looks a bit Weird . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple Moral i follow while i drive is&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;                 " Never get panic  or irritated by the traffic&lt;br /&gt;                        instead irritate the traffic , thats the only&lt;br /&gt;                   way u can get through"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week i got a chance for Long drive ...I had to attend my friend&lt;br /&gt;Akbar's bro marriage in Aral . The drive was a mixed one&lt;br /&gt;with both long stretch nice roads n worst bends,&lt;br /&gt;potholes , narrow lane with no way for two way traffic,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       But i enjoyed both roads, infact we went in two cars mine n Arun's car.&lt;br /&gt;Arun was very keen in breaking his cars worst record in longdrive.&lt;br /&gt;He even did some pooja for his car in temple for it .&lt;br /&gt;     He broke the record with his careful driving and he even won me&lt;br /&gt;when we went to Aral.&lt;br /&gt;     I cant agree i was a loser. Being a Natural aggressive driver i was&lt;br /&gt;overtaking  all Long trucks n buses n was constantly accelerating...&lt;br /&gt;the twist came in narrow village roads where i got stuck in a blind&lt;br /&gt;end n was asking the address, he overtook me ... I know it was&lt;br /&gt;cheeky but he made the right decision at that point so he won n&lt;br /&gt;i dont disagree them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       On our return the same thing happened , i gave way for 3 trucks&lt;br /&gt;in narrow lane n he dint , so he was leading me.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;                 This time also he was Smart ,  but i was SMARTER...&lt;br /&gt;when we joined long stretch  at a push i overtook his car n&lt;br /&gt;the truck running before him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              He seemed helpless,  by that time i was overtaking the&lt;br /&gt;other truck before me...  after that he had no chance of&lt;br /&gt;overtaking me , he was good in driving but at the end of day&lt;br /&gt;only one WINNER can be there,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          He went first to aral,  so after reaching he told&lt;br /&gt;" to win arun u ve to be arun, but there s&lt;br /&gt;only one  arun "  it always happen, u ve to suffer&lt;br /&gt;his digs ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire ride was exciting n pleasant ... after taking the cut&lt;br /&gt;to the village from mainroad the place was completly&lt;br /&gt;covered with trees with only two cars on road ...&lt;br /&gt;There was lots of fun going on ,&lt;br /&gt;          frens in my car teasing the men in other car n&lt;br /&gt;thinking wat they would be telling about us now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        It was really great to go in two cars just watching wat others&lt;br /&gt;do , blowing horn unnecessarily etc etc,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         we had a surprise visit to Srivaikundam river bed , muthu gave&lt;br /&gt;the idea after reading newspaper that the river s flooding ...&lt;br /&gt;it was a steep place but v managed to get there n enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SVUYterNn0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Js7tzZUAzSA/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SVUYterNn0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Js7tzZUAzSA/s320/DSC00198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284156907396636482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SVUYtUjAmGI/AAAAAAAAABM/h1isAqpTRQQ/s1600-h/IMG_0817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SVUYtUjAmGI/AAAAAAAAABM/h1isAqpTRQQ/s320/IMG_0817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284156904677873762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Even in that place below bridge , in mid of flooding water,&lt;br /&gt;           Ganapathy was speaking in mobile to m*m* , he was even&lt;br /&gt;           drifting inflood water n arul gave&lt;br /&gt;           a  helping hand for him. .&lt;br /&gt;          This man has no fear ... i suspect this guy has&lt;br /&gt;          some sort of RISK ADDICTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SVUYtUZWSdI/AAAAAAAAABE/-pUchUhU3_k/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SVUYtUZWSdI/AAAAAAAAABE/-pUchUhU3_k/s320/DSC00206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284156904637352402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most  of them turned up for  the marriage func never minding&lt;br /&gt;about the distance, this shows the respect for Akbar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Akbar has everyone's respect n he also respects everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reason Y i went for the marriage is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The way he apparoached me when he gave me the invitation card ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The respect i ve for him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Traditional Briyani smell n taste..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I like long drive ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I ve no other work to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other notable events in the func was,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAZAR - was serving to the huge crowd, i wondered how he&lt;br /&gt;               carried that hot briyani vessel ..&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;               I ve to specially thank him for giving me extra briyani&lt;br /&gt;               pieces..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY other surprise was always lazy n sarcastic Ravikumar    &lt;br /&gt;was distributing water along with Parthiban..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           At the end it was a great day for all of us with&lt;br /&gt;fun n happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATES:&lt;br /&gt;                  Praveen s also suffering from the&lt;br /&gt;bollywood fever of new looks,... he has cut his long blond&lt;br /&gt;hair into a short one although many doesnt like it..&lt;br /&gt;       when he was having  long hair  one even&lt;br /&gt;used to call him as Pokey man...&lt;br /&gt;       But it ll  take sometime for all to aclimatize&lt;br /&gt;to his new unnamed hair style .. I believe soon he ll&lt;br /&gt;get a tag name for that hair style..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-5045894493198072092?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5045894493198072092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=5045894493198072092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/5045894493198072092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/5045894493198072092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2008/12/driving-through-woods.html' title='Driving through the woods...'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SVUYterNn0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Js7tzZUAzSA/s72-c/DSC00198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-3893837385742606948</id><published>2008-12-26T19:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:27:20.949+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Farce....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Its the usual comment made on me...SO i wanted to ask&lt;br /&gt;myself , am i farce???&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure, but i feel that i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;But i cant stop others saying like that... Damm them.&lt;br /&gt;  so just want to analyze in their point of view like the&lt;br /&gt;dialogue in film THE GODFATHER " try to think in the way others think&lt;br /&gt;around you " ...&lt;br /&gt;Y they call me like that ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Most of the time wat i speak doesnt makes any&lt;br /&gt;sense...&lt;br /&gt;but naturally i'm not a saint or a saviour for this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Then i lack seriousness ... ok i agree with u ...&lt;br /&gt;so wat s going to change if i'm serious. The world&lt;br /&gt;remains the same ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I tease everyone all time ... ok true !!&lt;br /&gt;but i know if i stop teasing then i ll be made the prime target&lt;br /&gt;n ll face lots of bang from all directions.&lt;br /&gt;My open  comments about others saves me most&lt;br /&gt;of the time in coll... so i cant give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote&lt;br /&gt;            " if i dont do this job someone else ll do it, so better i do&lt;br /&gt;              n get away with fortunes"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      - The Kill Artist ( Daniel o'silva)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm emotionally cold ... this s worst comment i got n&lt;br /&gt;cant bear it. As u guess it was made by my gfriend ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ve heard these  words in thriller novels about describing&lt;br /&gt;about the assassin... when it was used against me i felt really&lt;br /&gt;sick...&lt;br /&gt;I pretty sure i'm not emotionally cold  .... I think they tell me&lt;br /&gt;like that bcoz i dont perform well before them ...&lt;br /&gt;I dont know to speak so caringly n words filled with&lt;br /&gt;affection ... ya .. I'm not gifted with those qualities .&lt;br /&gt;But i ve all those in my heart n my heart has lots of&lt;br /&gt;Love, Affection , blood but doesnt ve mouth to speak&lt;br /&gt;out loudly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             And without  these olive oil voice n guinea charm&lt;br /&gt;u cant ve  gfriends ( universal truth) ... so i'm no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes my friend Ganapathy------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                He s the gifted man , with natural flirting character&lt;br /&gt;people only know he has lots of gfriends.&lt;br /&gt;People can see only his gfriends they cant see his abilities ,&lt;br /&gt;methodical way of dealing them...&lt;br /&gt;Thats y there s noone to match him.. They all think&lt;br /&gt;he has a magic...  But truth s there s no magic in&lt;br /&gt;life all r basic LOGIC...&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud that he s my friend !!!!! I still admire the way he spoke&lt;br /&gt;with a unknown junior gal during coll func .. He s the real&lt;br /&gt;MACHO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But later i found all these as completly&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                                  FLAW ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V r always misdirected by the quote&lt;br /&gt;             " never look back&lt;br /&gt;                          keep moving forward"&lt;br /&gt;Its completly false..&lt;br /&gt;When i was also behaving like other guys in coll i failed to look back&lt;br /&gt;that there was one standing for me behind ... My luck i turned back&lt;br /&gt;n i got a thing which most of them wont get in thier life...&lt;br /&gt;               Yes, i got a kid sister in this coll ... Really she s more to me ..&lt;br /&gt;than others think.. I dont think if i had a own sister&lt;br /&gt;i would like  her this much... She s The only one who makes&lt;br /&gt;my boring coll filled with happiness n smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Even  u can separate rainbow colours but u cant separate&lt;br /&gt;my kid sister n  smile .... she ll be always smiling n making others smile..&lt;br /&gt;Besides that she has a very strong character which i admire&lt;br /&gt;the most...&lt;br /&gt;   she s bold enough to question me n ask any explanation&lt;br /&gt;from me&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I dont entertain someone questioning me&lt;br /&gt;          n i never explain myself to others , i would simply say&lt;br /&gt;          piss off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives no option so i ve to do all things,...&lt;br /&gt;I cant forget the day she called me n  tied RAKHI ...&lt;br /&gt;I was very much moved n emotionally embarrased , even now when&lt;br /&gt;i think about that i bcome emotional ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    often the line i used to tell myself&lt;br /&gt;" wat a gal she is"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly no gal calls me by name but she not&lt;br /&gt;even calls me just gestures to come over , she does it&lt;br /&gt;even before juniors ... But i never feel wat others think about&lt;br /&gt;my self respect n manly attitude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Just like asking change for 10 rs she asks me to promise n i ve to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like I ll do this , I ll complete this , I wont do that, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she always keeps things simple ... she doesnt like most them&lt;br /&gt;in this coll so when i asked her "Y u trust n see me as a bro when&lt;br /&gt;u dont like anyone here????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her reply was simple but very sharp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" u r not completly good but u dont pretend to be&lt;br /&gt;good ,so u r good  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" u r sincere n faithful to the  ones whom u like n care&lt;br /&gt;so thats enough"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"u r frank,&lt;br /&gt;u dont find a shell to hide ur mistakes "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats her ,she knows me,  i dont pretend&lt;br /&gt;i dont give false belief about me ,&lt;br /&gt;i dont hide my anger on her ( she gets lots of&lt;br /&gt;scolding from me .. bcoz i'm BIG B , so i ve the right to scold her )&lt;br /&gt;i dont hide my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to all who think i'm farce i dont wish to say i'm not farce&lt;br /&gt;or want to prove u that i ve a great sister so i cant be farce...\&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say that u r not really looking at ME....&lt;br /&gt;May be ur mind s corrupted to Dramatic scenes which u cant&lt;br /&gt;see in me ... I ve myone  band of friends n I'm very&lt;br /&gt;comfortable n warm with them .. so just move away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SVT9CEhj6mI/AAAAAAAAAA0/w6DwuGAP-TY/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SVT9CEhj6mI/AAAAAAAAAA0/w6DwuGAP-TY/s320/DSC00208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284126474828507746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SVT9BvsRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JzpJoQMeadw/s1600-h/DSC00197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SVT9BvsRCLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JzpJoQMeadw/s320/DSC00197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284126469236263090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     MY EVER BELEIVING QUOTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" In a lifetime u cant be good to  ALL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-3893837385742606948?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/3893837385742606948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=3893837385742606948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/3893837385742606948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/3893837385742606948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2008/12/farce.html' title='Farce....'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/SVT9CEhj6mI/AAAAAAAAAA0/w6DwuGAP-TY/s72-c/DSC00208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-7321750733347906875</id><published>2008-12-16T13:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:42:15.851+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm annoyed....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;STATEMENT:&lt;br /&gt;                 Ganapathy s flirting with gals . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This s always the Chief  complaint &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;made on him.&lt;br /&gt; This college s the worst place for him bcoz&lt;br /&gt; according to this god damm place&lt;br /&gt;                              SOCIALISING WITH GALS S A &lt;/span&gt;CRIME .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm clearly annoyed n disappointed for him. And i ll stand for him . Even this&lt;br /&gt;post s to show my support to him.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;what crime he has committed ??? is dere anyone who can&lt;br /&gt;point a single case against him.&lt;br /&gt;          Its true he always speaks with gals in phone , wats in that ,&lt;br /&gt; he s solving their problems by his advice , somethings only&lt;br /&gt;men know, so doubts in that can be cleared only by him, THE REAL MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; other associated complaints on him_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Always sticking his fingers in mobile text msg .&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt; 2.Seeing any creature if its a female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. spending lots of money on mobile top up to speak to gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4. always in amritha gift shop buying gifts for gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          rumour mill: his frequent visit to gift shop lead to a new gal friend&lt;br /&gt;                                        in that gift shop itself. sales gal now buying thoughts&lt;br /&gt;                                          about ganapathy n longing for his visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. Secret hour visit to Ladies hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6. cultivation for new gal friends in Arul's tower room.&lt;br /&gt;             confirmed news: arul fry nuts with junior gals&lt;br /&gt;                                                from junior guy mobile after they all&lt;br /&gt;                                                sleep. What a senior ???&lt;br /&gt;             My opinion : ethallom oru pollapu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7. Uses any coll func to fish new junior gals .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Eye witness: he went out wantedly when a junior gal&lt;br /&gt;                                       was buying snacks, called her asked her details ,&lt;br /&gt;                                       vital statistics etc etc. he even asked the Rate ...&lt;br /&gt;                                        of the snacks!!!&lt;br /&gt;                                        then he was shouting that gals name full day&lt;br /&gt;                                       pulling her attraction.&lt;br /&gt; NOTE: witness cant be named n he s protected under United States&lt;br /&gt;               witness protection programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8. Chameleon character - Behaves differently with each gal he speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9. waiting near temple dustbin , coll gas plant to speak to his gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Always rolling his curly hair n attracting gals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               NOTE: Male  Hyena urinate to sexually attract female by its smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 I dont disagree with above complaints , they all r TRUE in every&lt;br /&gt;small alphabets. BUT wats wrong in that . I cant see anything wrong it&lt;br /&gt;it . Therefore i lend my complete unconditional support to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              TRUST ME !!! I'm ur MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANAPATHY's a man with high morals. his MORAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          1.                 " oru sooriyam&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;                                   palla Thamarai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             uravadinal  athu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   pavama ??? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        2.                   " yen manam oru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        vandu yenam ( bee family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 theinam  oru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       pennidam ....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-7321750733347906875?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/7321750733347906875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=7321750733347906875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/7321750733347906875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/7321750733347906875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-annoyed.html' title='I&apos;m annoyed....'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-5997417671210729561</id><published>2008-12-12T20:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:38:01.257+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Godfather...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya ...  today saw godfather for 13th time . y am i crazy about this movie&lt;br /&gt;don't know. but always love to watch this movie n even murmur those&lt;br /&gt;dialogues to myself when i'm alone mostly in postin....&lt;br /&gt;I'm no specialist in film review but just want to tell y like it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Puzzo's&lt;br /&gt;                                 THE GODFATHER.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;first the casting s so  perfect that even the one comes for one scene will be&lt;br /&gt;in ur mind after watching  the film.&lt;br /&gt;DON vito corelone - i cant praise about him bcoz the whole world knows about&lt;br /&gt;marlon brando . Then Al pacino , no need to explain.&lt;br /&gt;                     Right from my childhood after seeing all action films , n commercial masala films i found this film as one of the most powerful story with no extreme  actions n visual effects ....&lt;br /&gt;                  Michael corelone younger son who has no interest in fathers buissiness&lt;br /&gt;becomes a worst don than his father . This s also one reason for me liking this film bcoz i'm also younger son in my family n i always want to prove myself&lt;br /&gt;above others in my family n still cant even think how to do  it.. so atleast&lt;br /&gt; i satisfy myself by watching this film where younger brother rules.&lt;br /&gt;              Films dialgues r much powerful than action...&lt;br /&gt;eg:&lt;br /&gt;1. I ll make him a offer which he cant refuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm a superstitious man ..... if something happens to my son i ll blame someone in this room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. U straightened my brother out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. dont say u dont know bcoz it insults my intelligence , it makes me very angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The one who meets u for a meeting will be ur friend n he ll say he can arrange security in his  ground but  he ll be the traitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. u r my elder bro but don't ever take sides against family , ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Especially that climax where he stands as godfather in baptism n kills&lt;br /&gt;all his bussiness enemies s the master stroke .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah... i dont want to continue this ,its boring to tell film reveiw ... wonder how those  media junkies do it daily for all films . let them do it .. i wont .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then , nearing the end of 2008 thinking about whether  i followed my new year resolution ... ya great i ve  followed my  resolution to all extent . i never found it difficult to follow bcoz i dont see them as tablet which r good for our health, i see them as food which ll keep away from disease n tablet.&lt;br /&gt;          so being followed my resolution i ve the right to advice others .&lt;br /&gt;forgot i still follow last last years resolution . Great , &lt;br /&gt;THOUGHT:&lt;br /&gt;              the one  can rule himself can rule this world so easily .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserve n fit to this thought ,... same time i know most of them cant follow their&lt;br /&gt;resolutions . i dont even mind to give a damm to them . Y shud i bother about&lt;br /&gt;those useless nuts who cant even control thier mind. Let them all sink ,&lt;br /&gt;n moreover i dont want to give my precious advice to a sinking boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        i dont like to comment about  a year its happiness sorrow etc etc.. i even hate&lt;br /&gt;to read those in newspapers&lt;br /&gt;        2008 best film&lt;br /&gt;        2008 best political event&lt;br /&gt;       2008 best sportsmen&lt;br /&gt;       2oo8 best scince invention all those stuffs r hell of boring n same every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my advice let them start ...&lt;br /&gt;             2008 best terror attacks ( no wonder india ll get first place)&lt;br /&gt;            2008  worst film, sports , political leader, political stunts , dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in hollywood they even give award for every years worstfilms. V must start in tamil also, atleast in fear of getting these awards most heroes ll think before&lt;br /&gt;speaking punch dialogs, n even stop acting senseless films .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I ve decided i ll also start this best 2008 this time , i bare when others bore me so i ll ve my revenge on them.&lt;br /&gt;so wait for update of best of TVMC romance ,&lt;br /&gt;                                 then best of  Ganapathy's star gals they ll rated with complete&lt;br /&gt;description , profile , attitude , diction, voice, body language, sex appeal .&lt;br /&gt;Then author cant be held responsible for explicit contents ... read it only if u r above 18 months age !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY 2008 NEWYEAR RESOLUTION :&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;                Don't take any resolution, not only on newyear but also in all 365 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I ve been taking the same resolution for 5 years n going to take it for 2009 also !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609806576655763421-5997417671210729561?l=mynameshiva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/feeds/5997417671210729561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609806576655763421&amp;postID=5997417671210729561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/5997417671210729561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609806576655763421/posts/default/5997417671210729561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameshiva.blogspot.com/2008/12/godfather.html' title='The Godfather...'/><author><name>shiva...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240325773106815757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__QyplUJzDts/S6cSmp1CqnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YHZFTs1c5Hc/S220/alone.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609806576655763421.post-5065120248921645000</id><published>2008-11-30T22:05:00.000+05:30</pub
