<?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-10441488</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:23:38.176-07:00</updated><category term='narcissist'/><category term='google'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Meri Aawaz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-6153480506895226039</id><published>2010-03-16T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T04:12:58.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baat karne se hi baat banti hain :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal normal 13px/19px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; padding-top: 0.6em; padding-right: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0.6em; padding-left: 0.6em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pluggd.in/how-to-crack-a-deal-ask-and-ye-shall-get-it-jugaad-297" mce_href="http://www.pluggd.in/how-to-crack-a-deal-ask-and-ye-shall-get-it-jugaad-297" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;A great article at pluggd.in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; stating the importance of talking your way out. People often don't realize the importance of trying to talk their way out. Some examples from practical life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I go for evening walks. One day i forgot my purse and wanted to eat an icecream, Badly. I thought lets ask the icecream vala for a credit. I went and said ki bhiya kal paise de dunga aaj laya nahin. He said, "Sir, aap toh roj aate ho. Kal de dena :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I had one stubborn client how refused to pick up my calls. I thought he was purposely ignoring me. But still I gave my self respect a back seat and went ahead to meet him although I had called him many times before. He welcomed me and I found he was really busy and wasn't picking up anyone's calls. But still he listened to me and I got my work done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;A not so related example is: Being in the service industry you have to talk to your clients. You have to give them support. I have realized the more personal you get with them, the more comfortable they are. For example, Whenever write a email to a particular person, I address him as &lt;name&gt; Bhiya. and Ya if you call them just to know whats up and if they are having any problems, they feel a sense of security. &lt;/name&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xUj0DhwFVdA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xUj0DhwFVdA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-6153480506895226039?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6153480506895226039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=6153480506895226039&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/6153480506895226039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/6153480506895226039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2010/03/baat-karne-se-hi-baat-banti-hain.html' title='Baat karne se hi baat banti hain :)'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-7694760414582202230</id><published>2010-03-12T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T01:17:19.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Buzz #fail</title><content type='html'>I have hated google buzz from its very existence. I &lt;a href="http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/256600.html"&gt;nipped the bud&lt;/a&gt; on the very first day.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? Because I thought it was a cheap twitter clone and it was made probably because Google was not able to acquire Twitter or &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/romram/status/10113263249"&gt;may be the people behind it&lt;/a&gt;. But anyways the interface really sucked. Google has to understand that the same interface will not work at all places. If one UI works good in Email and Feed readers it might not in a micro blogging platform. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also following people's update on one more people means more waste(?) of time. &lt;a href="http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2010/03/creativity-of-constraints.html"&gt;I hate wasting time&lt;/a&gt;. I really do. Also it would mean that i wanted to micro blog something then I will have a choice between Twitter and Google Buzz, thus adding confusion to my life, &lt;a href="http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2010/02/important-rules-of-my-life.html"&gt;stripping it of its minimalism&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I really hated the idea of Google trying to take over my life by automating the the people I follow and the people who follow me. And ya imagine following celebrity people based on their emails. This would never happen. And ya taking of emails, I dont want my my email client to be filled up by people's blatter. I want to keep my work(email) separate from social networking. Integrating both of them makes me more vulnerable to wasting time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ya what sparked this anger. I was reading a friend's buzz that he posted on twitter and wasted to point out a google buzz fail. &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/buzz/jyotendra/aJhAuJ4g92t/क-ई-त-मस-प-छ-क-न-ह-म"&gt;See this buzz &lt;/a&gt;. The minimized text is readable. Expand it and you will not be able to read it. Ha Ha #fail #google #buzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ya if you dont know how to deactivate buzz, &lt;a href="http://mail.google.com/support/bin/answer.py?hl=en&amp;amp;answer=171460"&gt;here are the instructions&lt;/a&gt;. RIP Google Buzz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-7694760414582202230?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7694760414582202230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=7694760414582202230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/7694760414582202230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/7694760414582202230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2010/03/google-buzz-fail.html' title='Google Buzz #fail'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-8600878650428730095</id><published>2010-03-10T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T09:32:08.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The creativity of constraints</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2010/02/important-rules-of-my-life.html"&gt;I follow minimalism&lt;/a&gt; as an important rule of my life. It helps me to focus all my attentions to necessary things and lets me do things in time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnmlist.com/constraints/"&gt;This post&lt;/a&gt; highlights another benefit of minimalism - creativity. Its true , when you have less resources at your disposal, you tend to be creative with them. Some examples from my practical life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time - Yes time is important. Time is limited. Time once spent will never come back. I value my time the most. Thus I never get into discussions that dont concern me or my work. I avoid using facebook and twitter during work. I usually do sprints, of an hour each. During this hour I work with full focus. Between each sprint is the social networking time. I hate working in the night and try to finish my work before night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Startup - Being a part of startup the resources at your disposal are really limited. It makes think of innovative ideas.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-8600878650428730095?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8600878650428730095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=8600878650428730095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/8600878650428730095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/8600878650428730095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2010/03/creativity-of-constraints.html' title='The creativity of constraints'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-8852368509092919704</id><published>2010-02-18T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:47:40.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Startup working from home cum office - The biggest challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://http://www.caroline-middlebrook.com/blog/self-disclipline-when-you-work-from-home-on-the-internet/"&gt;As this blog points out&lt;/a&gt;, the biggest problem working from home is self discipline. You tend to work on internet where theres a very thin line between your work and facebook/gmail. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might happen that you are in front of your laptop 12 hours a day but still nothing gets done the whole day. This happens because there is no boundary between work and leisure and as a result your productivity sucks. The problem gets worse in a startup when you have &lt;a href="http://www.pluggd.in/what-exactly-makes-entrepreneurship-so-hard-297/"&gt;no bosses to tell you what to do&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However the first link mentions a few ways to streamline your work schedule and get the most out of it. These are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decide on the number of work hours per week or may be decide the max number of working hours in day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decide the most important work &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Postpone the unimportant works&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always have the big picture in mind. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have regular meetings and a healthy communication with teammates.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-8852368509092919704?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8852368509092919704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=8852368509092919704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/8852368509092919704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/8852368509092919704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2010/02/startup-working-from-home-cum-office.html' title='Startup working from home cum office - The biggest challenge'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-7083665137871646776</id><published>2010-02-18T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T05:46:35.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Important rules of my life</title><content type='html'>Everyone has some principles by which they stand. The principles which help them to recover from difficult situations and give them peace. For some people the mere teachings of a religion serve the purpose. But I don't believe in any religion because I think its a glorified wrapper around something very simple.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways the following things always come to my mind whenever I am caught up in a situation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Never ever trouble yourself. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example you want to vent out your frustration on anybody but instead you are troubling yourself by not doing so and sulking. Do it and get over it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before "not" doing anything just think whether you are troubling yourself by not doing it. If yes, go ahead do it. You will much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Minimalism&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The more things you have the more things you have to manage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My working table is never to filled up with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep the relevant things and throw away the unrequired stuff.  Yes throw them away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apple has stunning desings and they are always so elegant and simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing one thing at a time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whenever I am sad, I stop being sad and be awesome instead!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is a recent one liner from someone's facebook status. But it works like charm. Whenever you are sad just think of this line and suddenly you  will notice a positive vibe instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: will keep updating this list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-7083665137871646776?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7083665137871646776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=7083665137871646776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/7083665137871646776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/7083665137871646776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2010/02/important-rules-of-my-life.html' title='Important rules of my life'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-8495011762494309634</id><published>2010-01-07T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:57:48.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narcissist'/><title type='text'>Archiving narcissism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S0WhvRTKBKI/AAAAAAAABQY/-DZv-o_HJJE/s1600-h/Screenshot.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S0WhvRTKBKI/AAAAAAAABQY/-DZv-o_HJJE/s320/Screenshot.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423919159707305122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-8495011762494309634?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8495011762494309634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=8495011762494309634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/8495011762494309634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/8495011762494309634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2010/01/archiving-narcissism.html' title='Archiving narcissism'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S0WhvRTKBKI/AAAAAAAABQY/-DZv-o_HJJE/s72-c/Screenshot.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-1521711619641532418</id><published>2010-01-01T09:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T10:15:22.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me some sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The latest song "Give me some sunshine" from the movie 3 idiots is too catchy. The moment you hear the song you can somewhere relate to the song. Although my life till now now has been totally on my terms, be it the choice of career or the choice of college or the choice of startup. I will never say that "ki bachpan bhi gaya, jawani bhi gayi... ab toh hume jeene do jeene do...".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still yaar load kis ki life main nahin hota. Load chodo. I Still was thinking ki kyun main is gaane se itna relate kar paata hoon. And the sheer reason was ki hain gaana bahut sacchai se gaaya hain yaar. The music is sooo relaxing and the voice is so simple that you feel drowned in the song. And secondly aspirations kiske nahin hote. This song reminds you all those unachieved things in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-1521711619641532418?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1521711619641532418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=1521711619641532418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/1521711619641532418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/1521711619641532418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2010/01/give-me-some-sunshine.html' title='Give me some sunshine'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-6652866172795646867</id><published>2009-11-28T02:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T02:34:57.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in a metro</title><content type='html'>Saw the movie again today on TV and fell in love again with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I had watched the movie, it soo knocked me out. &lt;br /&gt;True Emotions, shown in such a practical manner are bound to touch your heart.&lt;br /&gt;People struggling to make ends meet often forget the true reason for which they go to work. &lt;br /&gt;This reminds of these lines from munnabahi :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shaher ki is daud me daud ke karna kya hai?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jab yehi jeena hai dosto to phir marna kya hai?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paheli barish me train late hone ki fikr hai&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bhul gaye bhigte hue tahelna kya hai?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serials ke kirdaaro ka saara haal hai malum&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;par maa ka haal puchhne ki fursat kaha hai?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ab ret pe nange pao tahelte kyu nahi?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;108 hai chanel phir dil bahelte kyu nahi?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Internet se duniya ke to touch me hai,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lekin pados me kon raheta hai jaante tak nahi.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mobile, Landline sab ki bharmaar hai,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lekin jigri dost tak pahuche aise taar kaha hai?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kab dubte hue suraj ko dekha tha, yaad hai?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kab jaana tha shaam ka guzarna kya hai?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Dosto Shaher ki is daud me daud ke karna kya hai&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jab yahi jeena hai to phir Marna kya hai?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="flockcredit" style="text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" style="color: #999; font-weight: bold;" target="_new" title="Flock Browser"&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-6652866172795646867?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6652866172795646867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=6652866172795646867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/6652866172795646867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/6652866172795646867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-in-metro.html' title='Life in a metro'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-2217265297326841178</id><published>2009-10-21T01:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T01:03:04.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Chrome love</title><content type='html'>I am missing the google chrome browser in linux. Yesterday I was in windows and just fell in love with the Google Chrome browser and its themes. Themes in flock are not available for linux. I even tried setting up my development environment in Windows, but Damm!! Aptana and github private repos wont work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://tools.google.com/chrome/intl/en/themes/images/thumb_at_op.jpg" style="margin: 0pt auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" title="" alt="" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;div class="flockcredit" style="text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" style="color: #999; font-weight: bold;" target="_new" title="Flock Browser"&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-2217265297326841178?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2217265297326841178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=2217265297326841178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/2217265297326841178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/2217265297326841178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2009/10/google-chrome-love.html' title='Google Chrome love'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-5907258155618168868</id><published>2009-10-01T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:23:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to run!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It feels I've found a passion.&lt;br /&gt;The one that gets the best out me.&lt;br /&gt;The one that thrills me.&lt;br /&gt;Today in the gym, 8Km, 60 minutes and 750 Calories.&lt;br /&gt;Yo Baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wired.com/images_blogs/listening_post/images/2008/02/06/nike_ipod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 218px;" src="http://www.wired.com/images_blogs/listening_post/images/2008/02/06/nike_ipod.jpg" alt="" 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/10441488-5907258155618168868?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5907258155618168868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=5907258155618168868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/5907258155618168868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/5907258155618168868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-to-run.html' title='I love to run!!'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-4115289388961995701</id><published>2009-09-28T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:46:02.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>View and edit deleted records with acts_as_paranoid</title><content type='html'>We at intinno use acts_as_paranoid so as not to permanently remove any data from the mysql tables. This also helps in restoring deleted data, if required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Situation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Naarad(our erp solution for coaching institutes) users add teaching logs, which is basically a log book of which teacher taught which subject from what to what time. However your clients employ teachers which come and go. So teachers get added and deleted all the time. But if the teachers are deleted, then the logs refering to them would throw an error , saying the record doesn't exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we dont find the record, then try find_with_deleted first. If find with deleted fails, then render nil or blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically instead of using&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://gist.github.com/195526.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://gist.github.com/195528.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and force_find is defined as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://gist.github.com/195529.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Situation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok now I can view the deleted record. But the logs can also be edited. So now the deleted records shoould be edited. But editing a deleted record sounded wierd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was a catch. In my case, logs corresponded to dates. So if a record is deleted, then it makes sense to edit its log entries before it was deleted. So in my app subjects had teachers and i defined a new method&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://gist.github.com/195536.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now while assigning teachers to log, all the teachers present on the system at a particular day are fetched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: The above method in the application helper has been extracted out into a plugin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://github.com/intinno/may_be_deleted"&gt;Read the details here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phoenix_%28mythology%29"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMsvL7sD9Pw/SN_mfUyoKUI/AAAAAAAABAY/k5hXuN5_8eA/s400/tattoo-picture-of-a-phoenix.jpg" alt="" 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/10441488-4115289388961995701?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4115289388961995701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=4115289388961995701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/4115289388961995701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/4115289388961995701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2009/09/view-and-edit-deleted-records-with.html' title='View and edit deleted records with acts_as_paranoid'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMsvL7sD9Pw/SN_mfUyoKUI/AAAAAAAABAY/k5hXuN5_8eA/s72-c/tattoo-picture-of-a-phoenix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-7505776708736541220</id><published>2009-09-27T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:20:02.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Desktop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My Desktop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/SsBVAQ7lrHI/AAAAAAAABMw/YsG6aoKsw2w/s1600-h/Screenshot.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/SsBVAQ7lrHI/AAAAAAAABMw/YsG6aoKsw2w/s320/Screenshot.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386398617368374386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I intend it to keep it this way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-7505776708736541220?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7505776708736541220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=7505776708736541220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/7505776708736541220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/7505776708736541220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-desktop.html' title='My Desktop'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/SsBVAQ7lrHI/AAAAAAAABMw/YsG6aoKsw2w/s72-c/Screenshot.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-3915478169218025269</id><published>2009-09-25T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:16:50.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'de</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/SrzssH1py4I/AAAAAAAABMo/E4jdNXOkW5M/s1600-h/img_0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/SrzssH1py4I/AAAAAAAABMo/E4jdNXOkW5M/s320/img_0092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385439497190755202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/SrzsrkkkLRI/AAAAAAAABMg/M7b4jzdG-Zo/s1600-h/img_0091.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/_DMbaA6zdbyA/SrzsrkkkLRI/AAAAAAAABMg/M7b4jzdG-Zo/s320/img_0091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385439487723842834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/Srzsq4Ff_DI/AAAAAAAABMY/Idi9KH8vJEw/s1600-h/img_0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/Srznf--iS7I/AAAAAAAABLw/slGilC5p880/s320/img_0061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385433791095524274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/SrznfWwp3fI/AAAAAAAABLo/NnetonYygFQ/s1600-h/img_0058.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/_DMbaA6zdbyA/SrznfWwp3fI/AAAAAAAABLo/NnetonYygFQ/s320/img_0058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385433780299881970" 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/10441488-3915478169218025269?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3915478169218025269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=3915478169218025269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/3915478169218025269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/3915478169218025269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-bde.html' title='Happy B&apos;de'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/SrzssH1py4I/AAAAAAAABMo/E4jdNXOkW5M/s72-c/img_0092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-2165387233056713799</id><published>2009-09-17T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T01:37:10.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I hate anything except ruby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/SrH0632eAxI/AAAAAAAABLg/ORJ4jooyxPA/s1600-h/Screenshot1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 93px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/SrH0632eAxI/AAAAAAAABLg/ORJ4jooyxPA/s320/Screenshot1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382352321946452754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes I really want to exit!!! you stupid fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-2165387233056713799?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2165387233056713799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=2165387233056713799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/2165387233056713799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/2165387233056713799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-i-hate-anything-except-ruby.html' title='Why I hate anything except ruby'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/SrH0632eAxI/AAAAAAAABLg/ORJ4jooyxPA/s72-c/Screenshot1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-8376578696350860122</id><published>2009-09-15T02:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T02:14:02.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything except rails</title><content type='html'>Its really difficult for me to do anything that doesn't involve ruby OR rails.&amp;nbsp; I have a pending work in python which has been procrastinated beyond imagination. Time to roll up the sleeves and get it done.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.morethanmedicine.us.gsk.com/blog/images/procrastination.png" style="margin: 0pt auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 379px; height: 300px;" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="flockcredit" style="text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" style="color: #999; font-weight: bold;" target="_new" title="Flock Browser"&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-8376578696350860122?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8376578696350860122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=8376578696350860122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/8376578696350860122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/8376578696350860122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2009/09/anything-except-rails.html' title='Anything except rails'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-1587094110310799146</id><published>2009-09-13T00:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:36:43.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back after a long time</title><content type='html'>I had left this blog a long time ago and went for the wordress blog. Then I switched over to my self hosted blog. Wordpess blog was very difficult to update due to the heavy interface. The self managed blog ran really slow due to the &lt;a href="http://www.dreamhost.com"&gt;dreamhost.com&lt;/a&gt; hosting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Finally I'am back and I hope to post more frequently here due to the fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back to blogspot, from where I started.&lt;br /&gt;Switched to flock and it should easily integrate to the blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see u here more frequently. :-)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="flockcredit" style="text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" style="color: #999; font-weight: bold;" target="_new" title="Flock Browser"&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-1587094110310799146?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1587094110310799146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=1587094110310799146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/1587094110310799146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/1587094110310799146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-after-long-time.html' title='Back after a long time'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-708560061866582743</id><published>2007-07-25T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T08:05:32.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blog has moved!</title><content type='html'>In the light of the facts such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Lot my relatives have discovered this blog and the not only read but also save the posts :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also soon my parents would be stumbling upon it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So I have decided to move to a New Blog, where I can keep my personal posts personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Blog Link: &lt;a href="http://romram.wordpress.com"&gt;http://romram.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Blog's RSS feed link: &lt;a href="http://romram.wordpress.com/feed/"&gt;http://romram.wordpress.com/feed/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bbye Bbye Blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I will not delete this blog, but it will remain inactive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-708560061866582743?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/708560061866582743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=708560061866582743&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/708560061866582743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/708560061866582743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-blog-has-moved.html' title='This Blog has moved!'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-1968736344810939587</id><published>2007-07-08T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T01:09:09.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intezaar Aitbaaar - awesome song !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I seem to have suddenly fallen in love with this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                           darr yeh lagta hai kya yeh sapana hai&lt;br /&gt;ab jo apana hai kal woh kaha hai&lt;br /&gt;darta dil pooche baar baar - 2&lt;br /&gt;intezaar aitbaar tumse pyar itna karu - 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aansu aate the laut jaate the&lt;br /&gt;lamhon pe lamhen chatpatate the&lt;br /&gt;phir bhi kiya hai intezaar - 2&lt;br /&gt;intezaar aitbaar tumse pyar itna karu&lt;br /&gt;kya pyar hai kya hai nahi&lt;br /&gt;maine nahi poocha na&lt;br /&gt;ho tum mere yah ho nahi&lt;br /&gt;maine nahi poocha na&lt;br /&gt;poocha nahi baar baar - 2&lt;br /&gt;intezaar aitbaar tumse pyar itna karu - 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek din aayega tanha reh jaayega - 2&lt;br /&gt;dost kya dushman kya dhundh na paayega&lt;br /&gt;maula ke saamne kehta reh jaayega&lt;br /&gt;intezaar aitbaar tumse pyar kitna karu - 2&lt;br /&gt;intezaar kitna karu&lt;br /&gt;aitbaar kitna karu&lt;br /&gt;intezaar aitbaar tumse pyar kitna karu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chhoti raaten hai kitni baaten hai&lt;br /&gt;ab jo aaye ho ab batate hai&lt;br /&gt;thaamon hamein ab ek baar - 2&lt;br /&gt;intezaar aitbaar tumse pyar itna karu...                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And yes, yesterday being the last saturday of my stay in Bangy, I went shopping, bought 4 tshirts and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.shopmania.in/shopping%7Eonline-watches%7Ebuy-fast-track-1230sl02-n731%7Ep-2355.html"&gt;watch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-1968736344810939587?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1968736344810939587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=1968736344810939587&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/1968736344810939587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/1968736344810939587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2007/07/intezaar-aitbaaar-awesome-song.html' title='Intezaar Aitbaaar - awesome song !'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-5947890734062006225</id><published>2007-07-03T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T11:53:54.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being here, Doing this.</title><content type='html'>It has often happened to that I am looking at an article by a famous person, say Matt Cutts, and I wonder how great these people might be at work. And then it strikes me that wait dude, he is at Google, let me check out what he is upto nowadays. This feels &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awesome&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-5947890734062006225?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5947890734062006225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=5947890734062006225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/5947890734062006225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/5947890734062006225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2007/07/being-here-doing-this.html' title='Being here, Doing this.'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-980861450392575740</id><published>2007-06-30T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:20:08.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome weekend till now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This weekend has been great so far. For a self proclaimed geek like me... going to some place outside Bangalore seems too much pain. I am very happy in my comfort zone i.e. /home/google/udit. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So on Friday night went to Koramangala area where I met Arpit, Dani, Shanks, Veeru and Dahiya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;अपने&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;बत्च्मतेस&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;से&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;मिलने&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;मैं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;मज्जा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ही&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;कुछ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;और&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;आ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ता&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;हैं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Then bahut mehnat and phone calls ke baad ek mast restaurant mila and had a good time there. After that  went to the place where Arpit was staying i.e. Kala's house. Kala is an awesome person and learned about his various Real Life Orkut Adventures. Quite awesome man.. aisa bhi ho sakta hain kya??? And then finally after so many days watched the movies I wanted to, on Arpit's laptop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Saturday morning the HR guys had planned a movie for us, Shreck 3 to be more precise. Actually I don't watch Cartoon Movies but I liked this one. Then I headed back to my comfort zone i.e. /home/google/udit and spent the remaining day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.javaworld.com/javaworld/javaqa/2001-11/03-qa-1121-mrhappy.html"&gt;understanding things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; that had confused me since 1985. I Also took someone's Ipod, copied all the songs on my hard disk and then configured a player to play mp3. All this on Ubuntu. Ubuntu actually Rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So now comes Sunday morning and I suddenly want to buy Jeans. Living in Kgp makes you wear the same two pair of jeans you have for your entire life. But now I decided that it was time to  get some new ones. So I went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bangalore_Central"&gt;Bangalore Central&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; as suggested by Reddy hunting for some cheap Jeans. Now begins the best part of the weekend. So I reached the third floor, where the jeans corner is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and started looking at stuff. Then a Girl came, and said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi, I am a Fashion Analyst[Not sure about the analyst part :)] and can I help you in selecting jeans&lt;/span&gt;". She was good looking, but not those bitchy types. She looked as though she was from a middle class family. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But She was too Beautiful man. She was one of those shaadi karne layak kudi mannn... &lt;/span&gt;and then I started taking all her suggestions... looking at her... or rather staring at her... she smiled and then me too.... the jeans were also good and the fashion analyst was also good and there was a offer of buying two and getting one free and each costs around 900... MAN what more do you need in life... I went looking there for Jeans....got 3 for 2000 bucks... talked with an awesome girl... yaar bahut acchi thi vo... Arpit Jain kahan hain tu... chal tu bhi aaja Jeans khareedte hain... tu try karte rehna and main usse dobara baat kar lunga... so Please kisi ko agara Jeans khareedni hian tu contact me... :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now back @ /home/google/udit and writing this post, waiting for the pizzas to come and then will start some actual work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can still feel her around me man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;YES what a weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-980861450392575740?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/980861450392575740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=980861450392575740&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/980861450392575740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/980861450392575740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2007/06/awesome-weekend-till-now.html' title='Awesome weekend till now!'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-4174114282740479778</id><published>2007-06-25T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T15:57:12.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bol na halke halke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This song is very romantic and definitely deserves a space on this page :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dhaage tod laao chandani se noor ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ghoonghat hi banalo roshini se noor ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sharma gai to aagosh mein lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; ho Saaaso se uljhi rahi meri saasein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; [Bol Na Halke Halke 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; hooth se halke halke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; bol na halke ]2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Aa neend ka sauda karein &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ek khwaab de ek khwaab le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ek khwaab to aankhon mein hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ek chand ke takiye tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Kitne dino se yeh asmaan bhi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; soya nahi hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Isko sula de...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; [Bol Na Halke Halke 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; hooth se halke halke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; bol na halke ]2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Umrein lagi kehte hue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; do lafaj the ek baat thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Woh ek din sau saal ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sau saal ki woh raat thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Kaise lage jo chupchap dono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Palpal mein puri sadiyan beetadein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; [Bol Na Halke Halke 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; hooth se halke halke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; bol na halke ]2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Dhaage tod aalo chandani se noor ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ghoonghat hi banalo roshini se noor ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sharma gai to aagosh mein lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; ho Saaaso se uljhi rahi meri saasein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; [Bol Na Halke Halke 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; hooth se halke halke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; bol na halke ]2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lines in bold are my favorite. This song makes you feel you should be in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Music By Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy.&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics By Gulzar.&lt;br /&gt;Performed By Rahat Fateh Ali Khan, Mahalaxmi Iyer.&lt;br /&gt;Loved by Many!&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/10441488-4174114282740479778?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4174114282740479778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=4174114282740479778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/4174114282740479778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/4174114282740479778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2007/06/bol-na-halke-halke.html' title='Bol na halke halke'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-7071645690886810986</id><published>2007-06-01T17:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T17:49:28.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is too short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grudges are a perfect waste of happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laugh when you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apologize when you should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and let go off what you can't change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love deeply and forgive quickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take chances and give it everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and have no regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is too short to be unhappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you have to take the good with the bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love what you got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and always remember what you had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always forgive but never forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Learn from your mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but never regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People change and things go wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but always remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life goes On!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-7071645690886810986?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7071645690886810986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=7071645690886810986&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/7071645690886810986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/7071645690886810986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2007/06/life_01.html' title='Life!'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-4008359714835993225</id><published>2007-05-30T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:08:54.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geek Tshirts!!!</title><content type='html'>I found this cool website www.thinkgeek.com. Here are a few links from the site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Favorite Tshirt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts/sysadmin/344f/"&gt;http://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts/sysadmin/344f/&lt;/a&gt; (More Beer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caffeine Molecule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts/generic/2891/"&gt;http://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts/generic/2891/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man woman (awesome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts/frustrations/5b7e/"&gt;http://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts/frustrations/5b7e/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shell script&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts/frustrations/374d/"&gt;http://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts/frustrations/374d/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;binary finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts/generic/6a20/"&gt;http://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts/generic/6a20/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;html (cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts/coder/8bbf/"&gt;http://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts/coder/8bbf/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Blog, therefore I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts/generic/8f5d/"&gt;http://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts/generic/8f5d/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-4008359714835993225?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4008359714835993225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=4008359714835993225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/4008359714835993225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/4008359714835993225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2007/05/geek-tshirts.html' title='Geek Tshirts!!!'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-1834571875239283826</id><published>2007-05-27T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T14:07:55.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doorie........</title><content type='html'>Often I have started to write a post.... written a bit... but then finally discarded it. But today Ive decided that I will go ahead and press that damm publish button... no matter what crap I write. Man I  need to log my life... these are important days yaar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashing back a little the eighth sem was kinda cool... did many things.... took what I wanted to study and attended whatever I thought was worth waking upto..... wrote brilliant proposals  for Google Summer of Code, got selected and then had to actually leave it.. :(  ..... gave 3 interviews for internship in Google Bangalore and god knows how I got selected... have I become intelligent....?? cool man :). and then when all was going smoothly it happened.... a truck came... on the wrong side of road... with its lights off... and hit Arpit Jain.... it seemed like the end of life.. for both him and me... but as dark clouds come and go... this event also passed by.... with Arpit Jain not even breaking one bone.... damm man.... !!! :D Anyways thats kinda good... it is becuz Arpit Jain is my only hope to get a girl... this is how it will work... Arpit Jain claims to have seen Vivah 5-10 times... and cried atleast 50 times... ok I may be exaggerating but the number is quite close.... ok so he says that he likes this whole idea of going to a girl's house and seeing her.... and plans to visit atleast 10 girls before settling on the one he has already decided... :)... so I seem to like marwari girls.... and thus have decided to go along with Arpit on his 10 adventures... and atleast I will like 1 out of the 10 girls(or may be atleast one of them will like me)... it doesn't matter until it works out... so long live Arpit Jain... hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is one truth.... I have fallen in love with Atif Aslam's songs.... I feel this man is a genius.... he writes... so beautiful.... he sings... too much man.... you are my god....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all those hectic/sweaty days in kgp I finally landed in Bangy.... awesome place to be in if you have a girlfriend.... but otherwise its just a waste of the resources around... and ya Google is an awesome place to work in.  They made office more comfortable..  than your home.... TV, CCD, free food and that too good food... cab to pick u up and drop you off when ever you want.... and if you like me don't have a girl friend to look after then probably you will end up living in the office itself as I do. Anyways after a long effort I've finally joined a Gym here becuz when you eat so much all throughout the day... then it becomes very important to exercise too.... and it is today that I went to a place where I enjoyed rock music... don't ask me where and why... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when I came back home those thoughts from the summers 2 years back started flashing... started thinking whether remaining quite for the last 2 years..... even though my heart was against it .... was it the right step or not???.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dooorie sahi jaayyye na.......&lt;br /&gt;har rah main tu aaye nazar..... kat ta nahin ab akele tanha safar....&lt;br /&gt;Adhora hooon mein abb.....tere bina........Adhoori meri zindagani reh jayegii&lt;br /&gt;Doorie sahi jaye na......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;press that button... yes I am going to this time... so here it goes...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-1834571875239283826?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1834571875239283826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=1834571875239283826&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/1834571875239283826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/1834571875239283826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2007/05/doorie.html' title='Doorie........'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-4253047085030572683</id><published>2007-05-07T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T05:38:04.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Back to LIFE</title><content type='html'>If Music is my religion, Atfi Aslam is my God!!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-4253047085030572683?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4253047085030572683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=4253047085030572683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/4253047085030572683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/4253047085030572683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2007/05/coming-back-to-life.html' title='Coming Back to LIFE'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-4386204746444445998</id><published>2007-04-12T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T20:00:07.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>यह मेरी पहली हिंदी post का शीर्षक hai</title><content type='html'>गूगल सही मई परमात्मा हैं यारों। इं के द्वारा एक नयी सुविधा शुरू करी गयी हैं, जिसमे कि आपको हिंदी लिखने के लिए कोई चरक्टेर मैपिंग कि जरोरत नहीं हैं, बल्कि बस हिंदी के वर्ड अपने अनुसार इंग्लिश मैं लिखिए। उद्धरण के लिए मन लो कि आपको हिंदी मैं लिखना हैं "गूगल परमात्मा हैं", तू आक्को बस यह बटन दबाने होंगे - 'g'-&gt;o-&gt;o-&gt;g-&gt;l-&gt;e-&gt;&lt;space&gt;-&gt;p-&gt;a-&gt;r-&gt;m-&gt;a-&gt;t-&gt;a-&gt;m-&gt;a&lt;space&gt;-&gt;h-&gt;a-&gt;i  - और बस आपका काम हो गया। यह सही मैं एक क्रन्तिकारी काम हैं और मुझे विश्वास हैं कि किसी भार्तिये इंजीनियर का ही आईडिया होगा। और हाँ एक और बात, क्यूंकि हर आदमी का इंग्लिश मैं हिंदी लिखने का तरीका अलग होता हैं इसलिये इसमे एक लीर्निंग अल्गोरिथ्म भी है जो आपके लिखने के तरीके को सीखता रहता हैं और अपने आप को सुधरता रहता हैं। और एक और बात, यह सब काम रियल टिम हो रह हैं, जिसका मतलब हैं कि आक्पके द्वारा अंग्रेजी मैं लिखा हुआ कोई भी हिंदी शब्द उसी समय हिंदी मैं बदल दिया जात हैं।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;गूगल सही मैं परमात्मा हैं. जय हो.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-4386204746444445998?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://googleblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/now-you-can-blog-in-hindi.html' title='यह मेरी पहली हिंदी post का शीर्षक hai'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4386204746444445998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=4386204746444445998&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/4386204746444445998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/4386204746444445998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2007/04/post-hai.html' title='यह मेरी पहली हिंदी post का शीर्षक hai'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-116839172299731945</id><published>2007-01-09T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T17:15:23.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main khush hoon khamakhan......</title><content type='html'>Last morning I woke up well in time before the class and can you guess what I did in the extra time... I danced... :D.... Dancing in morning sets the dude... try it sometime... then again in the night... I was virtually droozing off... I still wanted to dance.... but didn't had the tempo to get up.... but still the feeling was the same.....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sleeping on the right time and waking early gives you the right attitude... anyways I am enjoying my new found life.. do you too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Aap Close Up kyun nahin karte hain??? :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-116839172299731945?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116839172299731945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=116839172299731945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/116839172299731945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/116839172299731945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2007/01/main-khush-hoon-khamakhan.html' title='Main khush hoon khamakhan......'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-116758770969497887</id><published>2006-12-31T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T09:55:09.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day</title><content type='html'>A few hours back I wrote a post reflecting back on my previous year. Some moments back while having dinner I realized that I didn't have any new year resolutions to take. But the blog is not about that. Today I have been listening to &lt;em&gt;Kuchh Is Tarah&lt;/em&gt; by Atif Aslam.... Incredible song, sung so sweetly, meaningful lyrics must hear song... and I am sure I am going to listen it for days now..... but becuz of this song I am in a senti mood right now and was thinking why is that we celebrate 31st .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the first answer is that man is a social animal and needs to party. Very true. But I by nature am not that out going and like to sit back , watch things happen, observe. From the day I have returned to Kgp, I have done nothing worthwhile, just sitting and watching time pass by. Seems C-314 RK gives the comfort, the coziness that one seeks at home. Its not that I am uncomfortable at home, but its juat that I feel more satiated here. It might be due to the addiction to computers/internet, but thats the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to where I started this post. New Year brings nothing special. Neither does the sun rise from west nor does Ayesha Takia decides to marry me. So why is it so special. I think there's one reason. This appears to be the time when we look back at our lives. I really like the comparison that &lt;a href="http://www.robinsharma.com"&gt;Robin Sharma&lt;/a&gt; presented in his book The greatness Guide. Life's like a car that you are driving. You need to know before hand where you are going otherwise you'll get lost. But how many of us actully reflect back on life to check where's it heading to. Is this where I had positioned my self 5 years ago. Or have I got myself into compulsions that I cant break free from. Self Introspection is very important. Its just like the fuel you need to run your car. But often most of us dont have the time to sit back and think about life. We have too busy lives these days. This is dangerous. Imagine yourself as the driver of car, in hurry to reach the destination, not having enough time to fill the tank. A time will come when you will be stranded in the middle with no where to go. Awesome thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us when we look back on the past year are able to picturize the good moments that this had brought us. I imagine myself as dancing at the weddings, going home on Diwali, standing on the edge at Grand Canyon, enjoying the long walk at Terminal 4, Heathrow Airport, listening to Atif's songs..... yes this is why I am happy. Also the fact I will be wishing everybody at home fills me with enthusiasm. But its important to learn from the time that has past. Not to repeat the mistakes that were made. This promts us to think about the future too, to plan for it, set goals. Here comes resolutions. This where the specialty of the day lies in. Its 11:25 pm and yet I have not fixed upon my list of new year resolutions. But soon I will be making them. The important thing is that this time I am going to make a reasonable list and will make sure that the next time I write such a post, I boast about achieving my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalo its time now, Once again Happy New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-116758770969497887?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116758770969497887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=116758770969497887&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/116758770969497887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/116758770969497887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-116757156276942910</id><published>2006-12-31T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T05:26:03.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Year that has been......... Simply great!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only a few moments are kept before the year comes to an end. Traversing this last remaining seconds we are bound to think about the amazing times this year has brought us. For me it has been an incredible year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- It was the year when two of my cousin brothers got married and one of my cousin sister got engaged. I being one of the youngest in the family was pampered at the weddings. Wedding, this word rings bells in me. Its the only time when the whole family is together, enjoying, smiles all around everyone's looking great ...... Simply awesome. This year there were a couple of them and were the best family experiences of my short lifetime till now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- It was an year when I traveled. Seriously. In January I was at Mumbai for a tech-fest. Then March I went to Vaishno-devi. Come May and I was sitting in USA. August saw a wedding a Chandigarh and finally visited Kota in December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- This year again made that American dream come true. I was in Texas for 10 weeks and enjoyed/learned a lot. Awesome. Also I got to see Heathrow Airport( thanx British Airways), the one where a part of movie Love Actually was shot. And I seriously love this place. You got to be there to feel the love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- This was the year when I went home 6 times the whole year. That is twice the expected number of times. Not to mention that it takes me about 26 hours to reach home. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Academically this year was good too. Got nine pointers in both the semesters. But the important point was that I learnt quite a lot. but the main highlight of the year was getting an Ex in Grid computing. That restored back some confidence in me telling me I can still do it. Also I attened the first ever conference of my life. Finally did some research work and have written a paper too. Hope to get it published soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then there's a bad side to everything too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- This year too I wasn't able to find love. Matters of heart went vacant. &lt;em&gt;Aaakir family tradition ko bhi tu aage badhana hain na... :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- I should have said NO to a few things that I involved myself in. Saying NO is very important as it saves your time to do the more important things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Summing it up, it was great year all round. It would be a bookmark year in the diary of my life. 2007 has a lot hopes associated with it right now. If they come true, this year will bite the dust. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Have A great 2007. Happy New Year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;=============================================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Note: Totally off the topic, I want to mention something. Last night I registered myself to a university project at University of Minnesota, Movielens, rated 30 odd movies, just to get the right recommendation for a movie. Ya I know this is what geeks do... Finally watched Wedding Crashers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-116757156276942910?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116757156276942910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=116757156276942910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/116757156276942910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/116757156276942910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/12/year-that-has-been-simply-great.html' title='An Year that has been......... Simply great!!'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-116486484207671751</id><published>2006-11-29T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T21:34:02.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got this forward and really loved it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;CELEBRATIONS MEANS......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   A winter evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   Four friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   One barsaat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   Four glasses of chai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   (OR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   Hundred bucks of gas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   A rusty old bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   And an open road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   (OR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   Maggi noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   A hostel room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   4.25 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; (OR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   3 old friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   3 separate cities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   3 coffee mugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   1 internet messenger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   (OR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   Rain on a hot tin roof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   Pakoras deep-frying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   Neighbours dropping in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   A party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   (OR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   You and mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   A summer night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   A bottle of coconut oil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   A head massage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   Gossiping about absent family members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   You can spend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   Hundreds on birthdays,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   Thousands on festivals,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   Lakhs on weddings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   but to celebrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;   all you have to do is spend your Time .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; KEEP IN TOUCH WITH UR LOVED ONES..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-116486484207671751?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116486484207671751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=116486484207671751&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/116486484207671751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/116486484207671751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/11/celebration.html' title='Celebration'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-116433857950288147</id><published>2006-11-23T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T19:22:59.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was a forwarded mail, but a nice one....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; *A student asks a teacher, "What is love?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the wheat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;field and choose the biggest wheat and come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;to pick."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The student went to the field, go thru first row, he saw one big wheat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;but he wonders....may be there is a bigger one later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Then he saw another bigger one... but may be there is an even bigger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;one waiting for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Later, when he finished more than half of the wheat field, he start to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;realise that the wheat is not as big as the previous one he saw, he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;know he has missed the biggest one, and he regretted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;So, he ended up went back to the teacher with empty hand. The teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;told him, "...this is love... you keep looking for a better one, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;when later you realise, you have already miss the person...."* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;*"What is marriage then?" the student asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the corn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;field and choose the biggest corn and come back. But the rule is: you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The student went to the corn field, this time he is careful not to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;repeat the previous mistake, when he reach the middle of the field, he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;has picked one medium corn that he feel satisfy, and come back to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The teacher told him, "this time you bring back a corn.... you look for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;one that is just nice, and you have faith and believe this is the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;one you get.... this is marriage."*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So True!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-116433857950288147?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116433857950288147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=116433857950288147&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/116433857950288147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/116433857950288147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-and-marriage.html' title='Love and Marriage'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-116187509399354456</id><published>2006-10-26T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T08:04:54.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam-e-Ishq</title><content type='html'>I can't wait to watch this remake of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lzFgAVo-Pk4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lzFgAVo-Pk4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-116187509399354456?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116187509399354456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=116187509399354456&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/116187509399354456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/116187509399354456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/10/salam-e-ishq.html' title='Salam-e-Ishq'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-116069600096013183</id><published>2006-10-12T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T16:33:21.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for a life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recently Life has taken drastic turns and thus has brought about many changes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; Firstly I have had this realization that I can't work for an employer. I mean I can't do stuff which doesn't make sense to me. So getting job in any company after I graduate is out of question now. This means there are only a few companies that appeal to me. But then most of them do no research work in their India centers. There's another option of doing a Ph.D. but it requires commitment from 3 to 5 years. But the advantage is that I get to work on the topics I want to and whenever I want to. But what after a Ph.D. Teaching... strict NO, Working for some research lab.... ya may be, starting something of my own.... ya highly probabable.... But there's also an option of starting up something right now, there's ample time and resources, but but but... I don't feel that we have the enough knowledge to go for it... I mean we have the ideas we can also make them work.... but these ideas are small... I mean putting up petty sites to capture small business doesn't work for me.... Putting up such stuff can be done at any point of time and doesn't offer that much of a technical challenge...... what I want to do is to first come up with something which brings about a substantial positive change in the lives of the people and then may be convert it into a enterprise . But then there's another side of the story too. While we are here at IIT we have got the resources, friends and support to make something work.... but on the other side it requires full commitment and sacrificing your academic life.... its pretty clear that two things can't be done at one time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; Thus there's a big big decision to be made right now..... What do you want to do... app... Then go study improve your CGPA and get some papers published..... want to startup something... minimize the classes.... work day and night to materialize your ideas.... the second option is totally opposite to the first one and I am hanging in between... right now I am at a crossroad, standing still, observing people working towards their set goals, wondering which direction to step in. Both have their pro's and con's and I’m totally perplexed about what should be done...maybe I need to talk to somebody.... but who... I don't know.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; Secondly, there’s bitwise to be organized. This involves getting a lot of work done by a lot of people. I am lucky that I am surrounded by friends who are more than willing to help, but still I am required to get the work done. It is not the work that loads me but the responsibility. But it’s Ok. I think with the help of my friends I can manage it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Thirdly, my project has recently turned too demanding. Basically I am simulating something, which requires me to code in OTcl ( object oriented Tcl). Leave aside Object Oriented, I even don't know Tcl. Thus I have been spending days and nights to get it done... and it’s started to frustrate me now... I have an important deadline to match... Nov 1..... and in between I am going home too.. for 6 days... ufff... maa bahut kaam karna hain....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Fourthly, going home reminds me of home. I have been so busy lately that I had forgotten about home. Recently my mom called and its then I realized that I was to call her the day before....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; Fifthly, there's illumination going on in the hall. I have worked off my ass in the last two years but this time I neither have the commitment neither the tempo to participate... why? mainly becuz of what happened to me last year.... I don't want to do the same to some third year, so I have quietly opted out. See I don't want to be god.... huh.... . As a result people of my batch who are actively into it, have started despising me, but then what can I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; And Finally among all this I am required to attend classes and make assignments... :) :) , a few of them are good, but a few are really frustrating.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Thus at this point of my life I am standing at a point where every step that I take would matter and I am totally unaware of what should I do. I need to make quick decisions becuz the clock is ticking too fast....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-116069600096013183?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116069600096013183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=116069600096013183&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/116069600096013183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/116069600096013183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/10/searching-for-life.html' title='Searching for a life'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-115947042814661177</id><published>2006-09-28T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T12:15:26.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IPod rocks because:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You might have seen in the movies that how when a happy moment comes, then the hero is seen jumping around with an awesome tune in the background. Now what do you do when you are happy?? You feel the same way... jump around... but that music in the background is missing..... so if you have an Ipod, put it on and enjoy... with music!!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Similar is the case whens a romantic scene comes on... or the hero is remembering his beloved... you have exactly the same thoughts... but the sweet music is missing.... It so happened that while I was at UTEP, one evening I feeling too happy, a bit romantic.... it was also overcast.... so what I did, played She Will Be Loved on my Ipod, and took a walk around the gardens, with hands in the pockets, whistling around, giving a damm about what others think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And same is the case when you are sad... I take out my frustration by listening to Atif Ali's songs LOUD.... REALLY LOUD... but think of thy neighbours..... so what can you do, put on the Ipod, set the volume to maximum, change it to the bass boster mode, press the earphones hard into your ears... and get lost in a world thats  much much above the one in which we live....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What do you do when you want to give a damm about whats happeneing around you... just pluginn your Ipod.... put up a instrumental and continue on with what you were doing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yes ipod you are my second love... after my comp.... hope it continues the same way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Warning: To do what's written above requires one to pay a shit to what others might think. They might think that you're acting stylish... haughty... or something else... but you don't have to care about what others think... the important point is that you are happy with what you are doing and not hurting someone else..... thats all thats required..... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and for all the people who give that stupid smile whenever they see my Ipod on is this &lt;/span&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/10441488-115947042814661177?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115947042814661177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=115947042814661177&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115947042814661177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115947042814661177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/09/ipod-rocks-because.html' title='IPod rocks because:'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-115850395529188073</id><published>2006-09-17T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T07:44:51.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So True!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://digitalsamurai.co.za/blog/2006/09/16/14-things-you-can-learn-from-the-google-story/"&gt;This post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tells us what we can learn from Google story. Although I haven’t read the book but I have ample idea about Google to appreciate the points. Here are my favorite ones:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Never compromise your ideals because someone said it’s impossible, stupid, or a waste of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Do focus on changing the world, don’t focus on the money. If you provide value, the money will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Have a healthy disregard for the impossible. If someone hasn’t done it yet, that doesn’t mean it’s impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Go against the grain. Don’t believe in other people’s visions for you, believe in your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Speed is more important than looking good. A shiny, beautiful car isn’t impressive when it gets overtaken by an old jalopy; the same applies to software.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Focus on users above all else, e.g. don’t do something that might annoy your users just to make more money, they won’t forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Beat your own path through the wilderness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I had been thinking of reading this for long now. Now its due next week. And ya the voice of the gadget when says, “You have got mail” is awesome. Haven’t submitted it though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And yes, I’m quite happy today. Finally there’s a subject that I love. Cluster and Grid is the best course that I have done in 3.5 years here. I have started respecting AG sir a lot. He’s an awesome teacher. It happened yesterday that Jadda and I were watching a documentary on Windows Vista’s networking team. There were talking of the changes they had made in the networking part of their OS and half the things they talked about were the ideas that we were studying in class. This is what it should be like. I mean it felt awesome. More about this later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-115850395529188073?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115850395529188073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=115850395529188073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115850395529188073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115850395529188073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-true.html' title='So True!!!!'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-115837644802674736</id><published>2006-09-15T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:14:08.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanha Dil!!!!</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been feeling left out....  I feel like that I am no more required....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Udit Sajjanhar... huh... that guy....  redundant.... throw him away....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have had a drastic change in their priorities... which don't involve me anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;seems there is a big big ocean in front of me, and I am required to cross it ALONE. I am scared, I can't do it alone but then there's no one to beckon, everybody is too busy to respond to the fatal summons.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A big dark hole and I am continuously falling, knowing nothing about where it would lead, But I can't do nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;chalna akele hain yahan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Tanha Dil, Tanha Safar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;doondhe tujhe fhir kyun nazar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Tanha Dil.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I’m standing on the bridge&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I thought that you’d be here by now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;There’s nothing but the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;No footsteps on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m listening but there’s no sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Isn’t anyone trying to find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Won’t somebody come take me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a damn cold night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Trying to figure out this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Take me somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I don’t know who you are but I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I’m with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-115837644802674736?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115837644802674736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=115837644802674736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115837644802674736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115837644802674736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/09/tanha-dil.html' title='Tanha Dil!!!!'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-115786157212275101</id><published>2006-09-09T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T01:25:37.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So what have I been upto???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The last I posted was August 10th. Its exactly one month since....  basically haven't posted much this semester... so where have I been...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Initially when the semester started, there was a lot of confusion and rush for getting the right courses, matching the slots , &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;nsuring you had minimum 7:30 classes, deciding the tradeoff between  QoS(Quality of subject) and the expected grade... &lt;/span&gt;aneways the first week passed, listening to the stories of different people, what had they done on their internship, telling them yours.... :) and ofcourse sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had come to know about the Google Gadget contest in the summers itself, when it was launched, but it was only in the second week that I realized that the deadline was extended to August 14th. So why don't give it a try, I thought. Downloaded the SDK, decided upon the idea.... and then after several nightouts and dayouts too &lt;a href="http://desktop.google.com/plugins/i/multidefine.html?hl=en"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; was the result..... submitted it to Google and &lt;a href="http://images3.orkut.com/images/album/12/178/1994178.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; was the prize... nice!!!! atleast it was the first time my efforts got rewarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meanwhile I was also planning to go home... My cousin brother was getting married on 12th and my cousin sister was getting engaged on 21st.... I had to decide between coming back and staying back... the former had the advantage of not missing too may calsses and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;t&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;he latter ensured good food, sleep and unlimited pampering for a substantial period....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so after a lot of deliberations I decided upon the latter and set on my journey of dreams..... DREAMS... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;beacuse going home for a wedding is like a dream come true. All your relatives are there, all your cousins, all happy, and when you are the youngest and have just returned from states... you tend to get pampered... so was I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; but the journey back was awesome...  My Ipod lasted till the very end... Yo Apple... yo rock dudes!!!.... aneways &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;just on reaching home... there was a function going on.... dhols were being sounded at full blast... I stepped out from the car.... ran inside... hugged my favourite cousin on the way.... threw my bag.....threw my shades... and started dancing.... wow....&lt;/span&gt;as I am writing this post... I am feeling the same way... wow that was awesome... and after that it was rocking for the next 10 days.... shopping for the wedding... get the small small tasks done.... managing the function... ensuring that bhiya's salis didn't pester him much... recording all the fun on my new camcorder..... and then afterwards teasing bhiya in front of bhabhi..... ufff... awesome... and ya also the engagement on 21st was awesome... danced my heart out... and everybody said that we were looking awesome... waiting for the pics to come... jaldi bhejo yaar.. missing you all at home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Came back on 23rd.... every thing had piled up... there was a presentation in 2 days... and assignments to submit.... a week flew past without me knowing... but finally caught up... then there was the dep intro to be held... first we had planned it for 1st but then shifted it to 7th Sep. This week saw 2 tests.. assignments... prepration for intro... basically nothing interesting.... but I had already started on my &lt;a href="http://sajjanharudit.googlepages.com/labelnotifier"&gt;second Gadget&lt;/a&gt;... It so happens that if you use Gmail... and have labels... and a mail comes to your labels, then the Gtalk notifier doesn't notify you.... this had been troubling me for a long time now... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;so I have made a gadget that informs you even when a mail comes to your labels... by saying.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You have got mail&lt;labelname&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you can even read the title.. sender and a short snippet of the mail itself in the gadget right on your desktop....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/labelname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;labelname&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have submitted it to Google.. but no reply though as fo yet... will be integerating the facility of reading the whole mail itself in the gadget after midsems...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Midsems.... this is one thing that haunts me now... haven't read anything till now.. and they start from friday... lag hui hain baap.... aneways... haven't seen any movies.. neither Omkara.. nor munna bhai....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/labelname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;labelname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I feel I am becoming a nerdy type of a character..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/labelname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;labelname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but its good because it keeps me busy and helps me to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/labelname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;labelname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;forget the dumpfull past&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/labelname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;labelname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;also saw the picture of Dhamani's enagement...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/labelname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;labelname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;bahut mast lag rahe hain Dhamani da...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/labelname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;labelname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;wish you a happy married life.... and lot of good stuff is floating around on the net... my subscriptions are growing like anything.... basically I read a lot of stuff about Google... and also a few good songs are around..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/labelname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;labelname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Kya Mujhe Pyar hain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Woh Lamhe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Tere bin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Bas ek bal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/labelname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;labelname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;... and also theres a marked marked difference when you listen to songs on Ipod...  aneways midsems get over most probably on 20th... and DP starts on 29th.. till 8th... I don't know whether I would be going home or not... depends... and ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/labelname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;labelname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;waiting for new episodes of How I met Your Mother...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://images.google.co.in/images?q=cobie+smulders&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;btnG=Search+Images"&gt;Robin rocks....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/labelname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;labelname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and a last thought... I have really started liking this line...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/labelname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;labelname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Life sucks... and then you Die..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/labelname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;labelname&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/labelname&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/10441488-115786157212275101?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115786157212275101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=115786157212275101&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115786157212275101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115786157212275101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-what-have-i-been-upto.html' title='So what have I been upto???'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-115515775821588425</id><published>2006-08-09T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:09:18.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's nothing like.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is nothing like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;having a shower after a 2.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is nothing like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;rajma chawal cooked by mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is nothing like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shakira Dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is nothing like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a rainy saturday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is nothing like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;watching Love Actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is nothing like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;completing the last round at gyan ghosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is nothing like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sleeping early and wakingup early...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is nothing like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;having AG's and PDG's classes the same semester...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;There is nothing like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spanish Girls (Komastas!!! :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is nothing like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;leading a life, not caring what others might think of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is nothing like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;getting lost in Ipod while cycling, specially when its overcast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is nothing like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;watching Rang De Basanti on your flight home... 3 times... he he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is nothing like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;writing a blog after a long time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is nothing like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;having a bath every day... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was nothing like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dada's six.... wow I loved his stride forward....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-115515775821588425?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115515775821588425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=115515775821588425&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115515775821588425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115515775821588425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/08/theres-nothing-like.html' title='There&apos;s nothing like.......'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-115376392643438537</id><published>2006-07-24T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T12:18:01.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>atleast something's right....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Personal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Yes I have found a new passion in my life to keep me going..... recently got a new cycle... Hero Hawk... the racing bikes types... but without gears.... although I am in 4th year currently and I've got 2 more years to go... getting a new cycle was more of a luxury than a need... but sometimes you should do what your heart says is right and should ask your mind to keep shut becuz it really pays off.... so now lets come to the reason of existance of this post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Recently I've got a new Ipod as well... so what I did was combined the two new material possesions above and also the song Bewafa from Mehfuz by Euphoria.....&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;BINGO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I mean I have never felt so happy/satisfied as when speeding on the new bike... listening to the song.... streaching out my hands when the bike is in full speed...... specially in the part of the song when there's a line like... voooo uuuu oooooo...&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Its the best thing that has happened to me in days... and seems that it would last long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Aneways there's another side to the above story... the lyrics of the song suit my present situation very well..... look at how the song starts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;marne ke baad bhi meri aakhen khuli rahi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;aadat padi hui thi inhe intezar ki......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;mere saath bhi yeh hi hone vala hain agar jald hi koi na mili tu... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;and then he says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;jab se tujhe bhulane ki kasan khayi hain....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;aur pehle se bhi jyada teri yaad aayi hain....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;the above two lines summerize the last one year for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;and then there's the frustration in love pouring out when he says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Saat janam ka naata tha ye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt; Saatvan hi ho janam ye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt; Jaane bhi de&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt; Jaane bhi de&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; Jee loon ab main zara sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I mean this is exactly what I feel presently....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;then there are more lines:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;dil jo tuta... accha hain na...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;isme tum hi rehte the na...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;fhir yeh ghum kyun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;aakhen nam kyun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;kya booon main kya na....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ab ke sawan aise barse....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;teri akhiyaan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;aason terse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;wow..... thanx imsy for the song!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/10441488-115376392643438537?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115376392643438537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=115376392643438537&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115376392643438537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115376392643438537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/07/atleast-somethings-right.html' title='atleast something&apos;s right....'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-115361912988526884</id><published>2006-07-22T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T18:45:30.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Fun:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the sunday morning... mess is open until an hour... the toilets will have water in an another 30 mins... newspaper vala will come in an another 90 mins... got nothing better to do... so decided to take &lt;a href="http://sonaliekka.blogspot.com/2006/07/nice-tag-this_20.html"&gt;this Tag&lt;/a&gt; although I haven't been tagged.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hence what gets stored in i is 3. Exactly opposite happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Barely able to reach the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;What is the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Really don't remember.... It was about an week ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Without looking, guess what time it is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;15 minuets to seven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;6:47 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;wind chimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;When did you last step outside? What were you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;10 mins a ago. Went to the toilet, but in vain. Thakx to water department.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Before you started this survey, what did you look at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;looked at the nameen on the table... but couldn't eat it as I haven't brushed... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;What are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Tshirt and shorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Did you dream last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I had a sound sleep. Didn't dream anything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;When did you last laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;while talking to mom and dad last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;What is on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Last sems's timetable, some dennis posters, B'Day card I got from home last year and a mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Seen anything weird lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;www.wired.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;What do you think of this quiz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Time pass, but not that interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;What is the last film you saw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Rang De Basanti, courtsey British Airways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;A dish Antenna so that I can have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;high speed&lt;/span&gt; internet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt;, aquaguard and water cooler so that I can have cold water &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt;, will buy one of the outlet of DUKE or Old navy, so that I can wear a different T-Shirt everyday and never will have to wear it back, rest of the money I will give to my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Tell me something about you that I dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;She is back on my desktop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Do you like to dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;George Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I hate all americans alike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Mannat, I don't know why but the name just struck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I can't think of a good name now... maybe his mom might be more interested then. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, but given my parents also decide to move in with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Congratulations, you have done a god job. Now its your time to rest, in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WhoamI&lt;br /&gt;Tinni&lt;br /&gt;Golpee&lt;br /&gt;Shaunak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyone vella like me having nothing better to do, you are most welcome to take the tag.&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/10441488-115361912988526884?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115361912988526884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=115361912988526884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115361912988526884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115361912988526884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/07/nice-tag.html' title='Nice Tag'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-115353923847588150</id><published>2006-07-21T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T20:37:11.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The TRUTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Personal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Although my thoughts have been going either ways but today I admit that I am in no better position than last summer and will continue to be the same. But on the other hand I would not make  any effort to be in touch... I love the way I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-115353923847588150?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115353923847588150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=115353923847588150&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115353923847588150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115353923847588150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/07/truth.html' title='The TRUTH'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-115335945648722509</id><published>2006-07-19T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T07:56:02.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Kgp</title><content type='html'>its bad:&lt;br /&gt;   It seems the Indian government has started blocking blogspot. I mean you can open blogger but can't open any links having the word blogspot in it. The reason given for this is that terrorists use blogger to share information... now what the fuck is this.... they even use telephone for sharing information... lets block those... they might even use yahoo chat.. gtalk... or even email services... so lets block all of them... I mean this is atrocious.... It shows a weakness on the part of government.... and whoz brilliant idea was this.... I mean you have a rocket scientist as your president and an economist from oxford as your primeminister and even the there is 50% reservation in the primier schools of the country and sites like blogger are being blocked... where's this country headed... I sometime feel that we all should join the politics and bring this country right on track...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am listening to mitwa from Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna... it a nioce song... and Chirayu I haven't listened to the link you sent me because the net speed in IIT sucks... may be next year on an internship... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can track your delivery from fedex, ups and dhl from MSN Search. I mean you goto MSn Serach and type thing like Where is my Fedex Package xxxxxxx, delivery status dhl package xxxxxxxx and will be returned the status of your package... cool isn't it. Read more &lt;a href="http://blogs.msdn.com/livesearch/archive/2006/07/19/671887.aspx"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever had a forward in which a pen did the whole work of an computer. On one of the surface it would project a keyboard and on the other surface it would display an monitor and the cpu would be in the pen itself... now all this is becoming true with Microsoft's PlayAnywhere Technology... &lt;a href="http://archives.seattletimes.nwsource.com/cgi-bin/texis.cgi/web/vortex/display?slug=msftresearch19&amp;date=20060719&amp;amp;query=Microsoft"&gt;look here&lt;/a&gt; for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-115335945648722509?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115335945648722509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=115335945648722509&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115335945648722509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115335945648722509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-to-kgp.html' title='Back to Kgp'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-115257568155013116</id><published>2006-07-10T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T16:55:23.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some interesting things abt Google</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://ctgoogle.blogspot.com/2006/07/future-google.html"&gt;Here's a post&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;of what Google might look like in the year 3300.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Too much in the future... okkk so lets go into the past....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://computerstoday.ggl.googlepages.com/google98.gif"&gt;here's the webpage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;of google when it was first launched in 98. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Want some Gmail skins... Download them from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.skingmail.com/skins.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Heard something about the Google online OS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://ctgoogle.blogspot.com/2006/07/google-os.html"&gt;Read more here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-115257568155013116?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115257568155013116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=115257568155013116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115257568155013116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115257568155013116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-interesting-things-abt-google.html' title='Some interesting things abt Google'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-115248276774620114</id><published>2006-07-09T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T15:53:49.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensor Map delivers Real time Data</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Microsoft:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The web search you do, may it be Google or Live, but its on static data. Ever wondered how the things would change if we could search real time data. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://research.microsoft.com/displayArticle.aspx?id=1497"&gt;Read this post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; and you will know about it. I really like the above idea and could be reality in the near future. Some more similar links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.technologyreview.com/read_article.aspx?id=16781&amp;ch=infotech"&gt;Microsoft plan to map world, Real Time.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://research.microsoft.com/displayArticle.aspx?id=706"&gt;How to Build a Smart World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://research.microsoft.com/nec/senseweb/"&gt;SenseWeb Project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-115248276774620114?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115248276774620114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=115248276774620114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115248276774620114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115248276774620114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/07/sensor-map-delivers-real-time-data.html' title='Sensor Map delivers Real time Data'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-115213198627992001</id><published>2006-07-05T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T10:43:31.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Went on a trip to San Deigo, Las Vegas and Grand Canyon and just back..... Will have to write a whole big blog to describe the trip but first a few small important things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;personal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; Congrats to her for getting an PPO. Wishing you all the success in future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;A special thanx to Amol.... nice to find a good friend.... and thanx for for all the stuff you have done for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; I have become a fan of WalMart. Its one of the top 5 companies in the world and has employes more people than US army.... awesome..... will do some research and will come come up with more facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;t has made to the top of the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/14.07/wired40.html?pg=1&amp;topic=wired40&amp;amp;"&gt;Wired 40 companies list&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Apple Stands at 2nd spot, infosys at 11th and Microsoft at 36th position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Do you also find Google as interesting as me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://www.google.com/intl/en/contact/success.html" &gt;Write to them then&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://googleblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-get-letters-4.html"&gt;read&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; this post.&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/10441488-115213198627992001?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115213198627992001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=115213198627992001&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115213198627992001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115213198627992001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-back_06.html' title='Just Back!!!'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-115159803277725229</id><published>2006-06-29T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T09:20:32.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;A new Service launched by Google-- checkout the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://checkout.google.com"&gt;Goolge Checkout&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Its something like amazon.com but has email protection, simpler ways to buy and a lot of other stuff.... have a look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Also Google has launched its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://desktop.google.com/contest.html"&gt;Google Desktop Gadgets Contest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;. Prizes worth $8000 to be won, ends on 31st july.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-115159803277725229?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115159803277725229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=115159803277725229&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115159803277725229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115159803277725229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/06/google-again.html' title='Google again'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-115111227128737522</id><published>2006-06-23T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T18:24:31.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I have a some different different things to say, and here they go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Starting from this post I will label all my posts at the begining with something meaningful which will describe their content in one word.So I start by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Double Meaning :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Got this mail from parang toady, makes a nice read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ever Wondered..How wud sum common english sayings translate in hindi???too good hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Have a nice day! - Achcha din lo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;What's up? -Uppar kya hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You're kidding! -Tum bachcha bana rahe ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yo, baby! What's up? - Beti Yo, uppar kya hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Cool man! -Thandaa aadmi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;She's so fine! -Woh itnee baareek hai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And the best ones are.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;How do you do? - Kaise karte ho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Keep in touch....chhute rehna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/469/808/1600/images.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/469/808/320/images.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/469/808/1600/images.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/469/808/320/images.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Google: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://google.weblogsinc.com/2006/06/23/microsoft-workers-use-google-search/"&gt;Read this post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;. This is my kinda stuff. But aneways will have to admit that Microsoft have much better interface be it live search, live homepages, blogs . Google has to to something here and that too fast!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And why doesn't Goolge(blogger) incorporate something so as to save the posts as we are writing them... just as it does with Gmail... I had lost this post due to some error and its then the idea struk... kuchh karo... kuchh karo Google.... kya kar rahe ho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Personal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Today is the first time I felt that my stay here should have been longer... damm!!!! basiclly I have started on a new project here... and its kinda good... but only 3 weeks are left.... and I dont wanna leave it incomplete, becuz the results could be wonderful, becuz kgp sucks, becuz I will have to clean my room , remove atleast 1kg of cowwebs, attend classes :((.... beta zameen pe aaja.... aneways my prof is also leavin town from so I am pretty sure that the work will be incomplete... subak... subak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Finally I can't wait to buy a Ipod, although I haven't been paid till now, but I will spend the last few remaining $$s tomorrow... I am thinking of buying Ipod Nano 2GB... Black ofcourse....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;and haan after a long time today I am listening to punjabi song... and as I am writing this post I am a dancing a bit too... :D, as you may have known tilll now... headsets in my lab simply rock!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;and finallt yaar meri angrezi bahut kharab hain yaar... log to kya dhansu angrezi main posts likhte... ki kuchh palle nahin padta... ab mujhe kuchh karna hoga... instead of Google... any sugsestions???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-115111227128737522?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115111227128737522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=115111227128737522&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115111227128737522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115111227128737522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/06/different-things.html' title='Different Things'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-115099617055260837</id><published>2006-06-22T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T10:10:55.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;I am listening to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I Don't Wanna Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the theme song for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Saw an episode last night, kinda a liked it, but the commercial ads in between spoiled the fun as at Kgp we watch the continuous episodes :). Aneways You can listen to the song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3.com/media_player/248/5/viewer.php&amp;context_type=2&amp;amp;amp;context_id=10653124&amp;rgroup=&amp;amp;user_uploaded=&amp;time=1150994991&amp;amp;amp;auth=9b35a55ab878f541a52d06842b1672d6&amp;amp;edit_allowed="&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;. Its the first song, as the link plays all the songs from One Tree Hill one by one. Enjoy. And haan I had my SSN number today!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-115099617055260837?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115099617055260837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=115099617055260837&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115099617055260837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115099617055260837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/06/current-music.html' title='Current Music'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-115076485372594015</id><published>2006-06-19T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:56:18.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Share your Calender</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Google has launched a new feature whereby you can share your Google calenders with others in order to remain synchronized. The most special feature about this that others can view your calender even if they don't use Google calender. You can put the calender in ur profile page, blog, homepage, anywhere u want and can be easily downloaded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/googlecalendar/event_publisher_guide.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-115076485372594015?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115076485372594015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=115076485372594015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115076485372594015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115076485372594015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/06/share-your-calender.html' title='Share your Calender'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-115076378863926306</id><published>2006-06-19T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:38:54.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"&gt;Ya, one year has gone by!!! One year of silent admiration, one year of silent wishes, one year of reading posts with posting comments, one year of that silent pain deep down my heart, one year wishing that it may come true one day, and ofcourse one year with the feeling that I shouldn't have done it, then atleast one of us would be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"&gt;But whatever happens, happens for a good. is that true??? what good was done last year!!!! I can't realy figure out. :(..... but stiill I wonder that how come two unlikely events ocoured at the same time. The first one being me telling her, which ofcourse needs a full blog for descreption :), and the second one, me misreading my ticket... I mean its really unlikely... but then ... it happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"&gt;As I am writing this blog, I am reliving that night, so happy I was after declaring my feelings, but then came the twists and turns which really made it an anticlimax. But amazingly, somehow I still remember her smile, the one thng I had fallen for. I can close my eyes and see her smiling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Now all I can hope is not writing a similar post, same day next year and what I need is luck and support from ur side. Atleast this, can be expected from &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of you.&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/10441488-115076378863926306?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115076378863926306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=115076378863926306&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115076378863926306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115076378863926306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-year.html' title='One Year!!!!!!'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-115047571695399353</id><published>2006-06-16T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T13:11:19.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Om Jai Google Hare !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;found something interesting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Om Jai Google Hare !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Swami Om Jai Google hare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Programmers ke sankat, Developers ke Sankat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Click main door kare!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Om Jai Google Hare !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Jo Dhyawe vo pawe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; dukh bin se man ka, Swami dukh bin se man ka,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Homepage ki sampatti lawe, Homework ki sampatti karave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; kasht mite work ka,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Swami Om Jai Google hare!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Tum puran seach engine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Tum hi internet yaami, Swami Tum hi internet yaami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Par karo hamari Salari, Par karo hamari apprisal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Tum dunia ke swami,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Swami Om Jai Google hare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Tum information ke saagar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Tum palan karta, swami Tum palan karta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Main moorakh khalkamii, Main Searcher tum Server-ami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Tum karta dhartaa !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Swami Om Jai Google hare!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Din bandhu dukh harta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; tum rakshak mere, Swami tum thakur mere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Apni search dikhaao, sare reasearch karao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Site par khada mein tere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Swami Om Jai Google hare!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Google devta ki aarti jo koi programmer gaawe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Swami jo koi bhi programmer gaawe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Kehet SUN swami, MS hari har swami,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Manwaanchhit fal paawe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Swami Om Jai Google hare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Bolo Google devta ki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Jai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-115047571695399353?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115047571695399353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=115047571695399353&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115047571695399353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115047571695399353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/06/om-jai-google-hare.html' title='Om Jai Google Hare !!'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-115042351755735862</id><published>2006-06-15T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T19:07:20.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales continue  0.4.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hmm... so today was a good day.... in the morning I was trying to install a soft IP phone and connect to an asterisk server running on linux.... uffff but finally happened and we can now proceed over with the experiment.... but this blog is about Ahista Ahista.... a forthcoming film... featuring Abhey Deol and Soha Ali Khan.... found about it on &lt;a href="http://musicindiaonline.com"&gt;musicindiaonline.com&lt;/a&gt; while searching for some new music. So whats the big deal?? right... Basically I am a fan of Abhey Deol, liked his performance in Socha Na tha.... and the trailors of the movie look good , you can download them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indiafm.com/movies/trailers/12778/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radiosargam.com/downloads/moviestills/a/ahistaahista/index.html?photo=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;See the stills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, Soha Ali Khan looks cute, just as in Rang De Basanti. Even the music is good, its not as catchy as RDB but still good, specially the title track. Listen music online &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicindiaonline.com/l/17/s/movie_name.8466/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Its quite different from the usual Jhalak Dikhlaja types expected from Himesh Reshammiya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Finally installed IE 7 today. Its good, specially it has tabbed interface, which was the least thing required. Its bloking popups too and has better look and feel than mozilla. But the problem is that it doesn't have as many extensions as mozilla, but I don't use any so its fine for me. Ther's one difference but, when you open a new tab in mozilla, its usually the last, but in IE7 its next to the window its opened from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chalo I got a leave, got to watch the game between Miami Heats and Dallas... NBA is damm good to watch. Adios!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-115042351755735862?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115042351755735862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=115042351755735862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115042351755735862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115042351755735862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/06/tales-continue-040.html' title='Tales continue  0.4.0'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-115029180946660298</id><published>2006-06-14T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T06:30:09.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Share pics with Google</title><content type='html'>Google have launched a new feature of Picasa, which allows you to upload, download and share photos online. There's a new version of Picasa which needs to be downloaded for online sharing. But it is in test phase right now and an invitation is needed to be able to download the new software. You can get the invitation &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. This is in compition to Flickr, but one thing which stans out is that you can download the whole of your friend's album if u want to, rather than downloading on pic at a time. Also there are no ads in the online version. Finally it looks much much better than Flickr. &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/tester"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt;. And as always its free. There's 250 MB of space available with every invitation and u can also upgarde to a 6GB account by paying in some amount. The invitaions are on a first come first served basis, so hurry up!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-115029180946660298?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115029180946660298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=115029180946660298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115029180946660298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115029180946660298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/06/share-pics-with-google.html' title='Share pics with Google'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-115007638489783294</id><published>2006-06-11T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T18:41:46.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales Continue 0.3.0</title><content type='html'>The song I am listening to right now is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Christmas is All Around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;from the movie Love Actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know why, I love this &lt;a href="http://www.ilovewavs.com/Holidays/Xmas/tf/Christmas%20Is%20All%20Around - Love Actually.wav"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt;.... The &lt;a href="http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/loveactually/christmasisallaround.htm"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; get me going... maybe its the sweet memories associated with movie come back..... specially the music in between the lines.... infact all the songs from Love actually are pretty good.....&lt;br /&gt;Well its sunday afternoon, just finished ironing all the clothes that I had washed las week.... I hate ironing becuz its boring and monotonic...... hope  will not be the same after I get an Ipod.... but for that the SSN number will have to come and so waiting and hoping...... Tell u what, its not really afternoon, its 7 in he evening, but the sun sets late so even 6 or 7 pm here, seems like 3-4 pm of India....&lt;br /&gt;and haan wanted to write abt ponds..... Gaurav... he has been here with me...... for the past 3 weeks now.... one thing... he's a snail.... subah aaram aaram se brekfast khata hain.... he takes a bite and then thinks...... thinks...... and finally the next bite.... I hate this becuz we are always late for work.... but people are the way they are..... right at this very moment.. .. he is ironing... and for the past 1 hr he has done just 2 shirts and a pant I suppose.... :D, but khana ek dum first class pakata hain... so cant really complain.... no no a really peace guy to live with.... enoying a lot wit him..&lt;br /&gt;Went to a mall yesterday.... and as u know I am a tshirt freak.... brought 2 from old navy... given the fact I have many already..... I cant really resist this tempataion...... one is white, with collar... has some strips, although it was a bit oversize, but even then bought it, the second one is round collared blue in colour, says "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always thinking&lt;/span&gt;", looks kinda nice....&lt;br /&gt;5 weeks have past by in a flash and 5 more to go..... feeling kinda itchy.... means the comfortability level is going down.....not really missing home, not kgp also... but I dont know why am I feeling this way..... but one thing is clear to me... I will not go for a job straight away...... means I can't do work at somone else's whims and fancies.... happened last week... after my initial project ended, prof gave me some work I didn't like, so took a whole week to do the work insted of just 2 days..... and whats the point qualifing, one of the most difficult public exams, knowing that u have it in you, and the settling down for a job, just becuz its fast cash...... I mean there aren't many people who get to do what they really want..... I have had talks with seniors who say... yaar is company main mat aane agle saal... bahut boring kaam hain..... and then following a 9 to 6 schedule for their boring work.... I mean what the fuck.... atleast taking the other option will have the advantage of me doing whatever I wish....... lets see what happens....&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I am writing al this crap is, I have noting else to do..... can't call india... it will be early moring there.....nothing is coming on TV...he he ... something happend... will tell ya later.. gtg.... starbucks calling bbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/10441488-115007638489783294?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115007638489783294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=115007638489783294&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115007638489783294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/115007638489783294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/06/tales-continue-030.html' title='Tales Continue 0.3.0'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-114993489166676142</id><published>2006-06-10T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T03:21:31.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10th June, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Been There Done That!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;nothing more to say.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-114993489166676142?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/114993489166676142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=114993489166676142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114993489166676142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114993489166676142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/06/10th-june-2006.html' title='10th June, 2006'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-114982616612499433</id><published>2006-06-08T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T21:15:26.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Emotions</title><content type='html'>The day started with a segmentation fault and seems to be ending on the same note. No No I fixed the bug but got a bigger one..... hmmmm.... I am mixing two different things there... so lets separate... So last night I stayed till 3 am in the lab just to fix a segmentation fault...... or is it.... naa... I love when I am alone in the lab.... ya you can do whatever you want... play songs on one comp... work on the other.... y??? I work on linux and listen music online.... aneways found that the fault was just due to not closing a file pointer...... fcuk yaa!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways came home had dinner and slept at 4 and then back to work at 9:30...... now the good things started to happen.... first my mentor came down and gave me the TR I had been writing(or say editing) for the last 4 days and told me that he has converted it to latex, changed the grammer a bit and wanted a final review...... yo it was my turn now..... I was the one who was to find the errors and not correct them..... and finally by the end of the day I was able to get it published/accepted in &lt;a href="http://www.utep.edu"&gt;UTEP&lt;/a&gt; and now its official.... you can accaess it &lt;a href="http://www.cs.utep.edu/vladik/2006/list06.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; , #26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now about the biggest surprise of the day..... theres one girl whom I love/adore.... but it isn't the same from her side..... doesn't matter.... usually I visit her Orkut profile as often as I visit mine..... no wonder my "who visited ur profile" option is off :).... I had always thought that even if I get one pic of her from some where.... I will be a happy man.... I had this desire from a long time... but its today that it came true.... yes while blindly searching some of her friend's album I got her pic..... wow!!!!! I was awestruck..... I kept looking at the pic for atleast 5 mins.... how to describe..... she had her breathtaking smile, was looking simplistic as always... just as I had always imagined.......and all the events from previous year summers were flashing by.... then the thoughts that if were together by any chance..... wow!!!! what a life would that have been....and at this very moment as I am writing I am so exited that I can't type.... :)... but right then my guide walked in and started discussing my next project..... who was listening to him.... My mind was in the pic... wow..... my dream had come true..... I got what I desired.... as he went out of the room... i dld the pic.... edited it and made it my wallpaper.... told Tinni abt it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole of this time I was listening to the song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She Will Be Loved.... by Maroon 5... &lt;/span&gt;its a beautiful song.... seems it was written for me... an the music awesome... and even now as I am writing this blog, its playing.... I found this song on &lt;a href="http://chirayu.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chirayu's Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... thanx Chirayu.... u can dld it from &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.de/files/22421572/Maroon_5_She_Will_Be_Loved.mp3.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I head home, happy and cheerfull, the weather too agrees with me. Usually when I walk back home at 6pm, its sunny... but today it was cloudy.... and this place rocks when the weather is like that..... passed by the gardens with the sprinkler on.... hands in pocket... murmuring the song I had been listening all day..... just like the scene that comes in hindi movies before a romantic song... but sadly there was no romantic song to follow.... I am not that lucky!!!!! landed home,and yes finally the AC is working.... yoooo.... the AC was not working from the last 2 weeks and I was having sleepless nights....... but the good part of the whole day ends here... realized that it was my turn to cook... I hate that thing.... but cooked chana and rice... turned out to be decent... but while cooking I was still thinking about the snaps.....why was I so happy today.... TR is not a big thing... no one cares about a damm fucking technical report.... and y was I happy for the pic...... I have her pic not her.... and aneways we are not going to talk... not going to meet...... probably she is never going to think about me..... and her picture will make me more desperate.... where am I heading.... nowhere.....and the first thing I will see next morning is she smiling back at me.... damm I got to remove that wallpaper.... I am heading the same road as I used to warn others about... what!!!!!! dude u got to move on...... there much more to life than repenting over what you don't have..... probably the segmentation fault was good... it had me engrossed, it challanged me..... made me think, got me tired and eventually I had a good nights sleep without having any energy left to thing about her...... the segmentation fault was better.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some lines from the song I really like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It's not always rainbows and butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It's compromise that moves us along, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; My heart is full and my door's always open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You can come anytime you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I don't mind spending everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And she will be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And she will be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And she will be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And she will be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/10441488-114982616612499433?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/114982616612499433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=114982616612499433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114982616612499433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114982616612499433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-of-emotions.html' title='A Day of Emotions'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-114941639023237190</id><published>2006-06-04T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T03:19:50.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>continuing</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I am doing this anremembering her a lot.d and what triggered this but today I am remembering her a lot. I thought of mailing her but then I was happy with my silence as there is somebody else who loves her as much as me and din't get his fair chance to express himself... and most importantly i don't wanna loose him as a friend... becuz what you have is more important than what you can have.....&lt;br /&gt;And even if I mail her she's not going to reply... so whats the point in mailing her..... but what a lucky person she is.... wow!!... there are &lt;strong&gt;at least &lt;/strong&gt;2 people who love her from their heart..... wow kaash mere saath bhi aisa hota.....&lt;br /&gt;aneways.. I know tomorrow morning I will notfeel the same... but that doesn't mean my feeling for her will change... but I will continue to be strong as I have been and will not break this golden silence.... and ya luv u blog.... u have always been there for me.. :-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-114941639023237190?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/114941639023237190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=114941639023237190&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114941639023237190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114941639023237190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/06/continuing.html' title='continuing'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-114902207483618811</id><published>2006-05-30T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T14:57:34.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales Continue 0.2.0  Colorado road trip</title><content type='html'>This was my first outing out of El Paso since I have arrived and I thank my roommates for planning out the trip on the long memorial day weekend. Going by road had its own ups and downs but the ned of the day we returned back just in time, safe, satisfied and in one peice.... so what more do you need....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start from the first day. We left on friday evening. There were 5 of us, Gaurav( apna kgp vala), Sunil (My room mate) and Amol and Uphar ( Sunil's friends). We rented a car and it was a caravan. Masto car... had automatic closing doors, power points for every seat , large and spcious. While the plan was to leave around 5:00 pm but we are Indians by birth and will continue to do so. So we started at 7:30 after loading the caravan with an ice box full of coke, water, chips and yes a Laptop. Well this was new to me. Never before I had travelled with a computer by my side. Aneways we started and soon different people were enjoying differently, peeche vaale started watching a movie, I was enjoying my role as a DJ and Sunil was enjoying the drive. Finally after 8 hrs of continuous drive we reached pubolo and stayed there for a night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we were up early as we had an tight schedule. The first place we went to was abt 1.5 hr drive from pubolo, the Rolyal George Bridge in Canon City. It is the highest bridge in the world and is built over a canyon. It was a amzing site looking down the bridge. The place also had some amazing rides but due to the lack of time and the adventure of the next planned activity we didn't even tried to have one of those. We just rushed to our next destination. The next destination was white water rafting. :D. We reached the place, wore our gear and then were escorted to the river, During the way our guide told us about various things that might happen during the raft and how can we save ourselves. But I was charged with Adreline. No fears and never had a thought that any thing bad would happen. The river side was beautiful. There were mountain on two sides and the stream between them. It was a kind of valley. But the scene was awesome. The weather was with ous. There was no sun, just the clouds above and the cold chilling water below. The raft ride was again nedless to say amazing with some awesome pictures. We emerged from the water, thrilled and satisfied. These 2hrs were the most amazing ones till now. Back to the rafting place we changed and headed back to our new destination, The Seven Falls, Colorado Springs. It was an hour drive from canon city. The place Colorado Springs was awesome. The houses, the sorroundings, the weather all awesome. Finally we reached The seven Falls. This is a water fall which has seven different falls and during the evening time there is computerized lighting giving seven different colours to the waterfall.... Ya again awesome.... had a nice evening there took lots and lots of pictures.... and then finally winded up the day. But who knew that we still had things in store for us. Our plan for the night was to head to Denver. So we were enjoying a pleasent drive, satisfied as we had done lots and lots today and just hoping to reach Denver as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I like about this place is that you can go anywhere easily with the help of google maps. Just type in the destination and the starting point and then its google who will take u there. But I don't what happened we realized that we were in the wrong direction. We had to go towards Denver but the sign boards were saying something else. When we realized this, we had already come about 68 miles from Denver and now had to head back. Ufffff!!!!!!!! our tired souls decided to drive back ince there was no othre option. Well I consoled everybody saying that a trip cannot be perfect, so something had to go wrong. Its good that nothnig bad happened. Everybody smiling was now ready to go. During the journey back I was sitting in the passenger seat besides the driver and Amol was sitting behind happy, as he had had a couple of beers. Every thing was going fine. Suddenly a car came from behind , towrds my side and Ran into our car. BUMP!!!!! was all I remembered. But nothing much happened. We all were safe and so was the other car. The driver came to us asking whether we all were right and all of us, thake haare, were confused as to what was going on. She said lets not stand here because it was a highway and we should stop at he next highway. But something struck me. I asked Uphar to note down her car number in case.... but where the damm pen!!!! "write on mobile... jaldi jaldi...... was what I suggested it. Now as expected the girl escaped and didn't know what to do. We stopped at some place. Now we had two options... either to call the cops and report the accident or not. We should de so becuase the car was on rent, although it was covered under insurance but still its US and you got to do whats right. But on the other hand Amol had his name on the drivers list for the car along With Sunil so if we call the cops there was a chance that they would say that Amol was driving and since he was a bit drunk, he caused the accident. In that case all of us would be screwed.... now what to do.... sabki phati hui thi.... none of us wanted to get into the jhamela with the cops as this was US and not India..... ab kya karen.... finally after a 30 min long dicussion we arrived at the conclusion that we will not call the cops and continue with the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us were wondering that how the situation tured around. Saala subah itne mazze kiye aur ab sab ulta phulta ho raha hain.... and jab bhi kisi police vaale ki gaadi baju se nikalti thi lgta tha yeh humare liye hi aa raha hain.... sabki phati hui thi...... so we decided to stop where we were as it was enough for one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we had plans to wake up at 5:00 am but the toll we had taken last night was against it. We woke up at 10:30 knowing that theres nothing much that we can do today.... so decided to make the most of it..... called up friends in El paso to search for an indian resturant here in Denver, and so the it was afternoon that i had the best lunch after coming ti US... an Indian Buffet... wow!!!!!! stilll smells yummy. aneways after the luch we decided to watch the movie Fanaa but the show was not till 7:00pm.... thus went to Dave and Busters..... its a place where there video games and stuff.... ek dum masto jagah hain.... finally after having a really good time at this place we headed to the movie...... chand sifarish jo karta humari...... :D, the movie...... the first half was nice and the second half sucked. Don't watch it as a moive , but go for it if u r a Kajol fan because she's looking tooooooooo cute and sexy in the movie..... and ya the song are nice...... and yes we also had samosa during the movie instead of popcorn.... and with that our Indian day came to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the last day we had to go futher north, abt an hour's drive to the rocky Mountain natinal park. This place was heaven on Earth. I really don't have the words to describe it.... see it ur self in th pictures.... loved it... and have decided to come here for my honeymoon..... and then at 7:00 pm in the evening yesterday we started our drive back home which is a 12hr drive if we don't stop and I and Gaurav had to be at work at 9:00 so the deadlines were tight.... aneways we made to home at 8:15 and i came to work an hr late today at 10.... wowwhat an weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some stats:&lt;br /&gt;travelled abt 3200 km in 3.5 days in car&lt;br /&gt;took about 450 pictures&lt;br /&gt;the minimum temparature we experienced was 37 F.... ya F not C :) and that too in summer clothes....&lt;br /&gt;the fun Unlimited!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-114902207483618811?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/114902207483618811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=114902207483618811&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114902207483618811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114902207483618811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/05/tales-continue-020-colorado-road-trip.html' title='Tales Continue 0.2.0  Colorado road trip'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-114723558117739276</id><published>2006-05-09T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:33:01.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales continue.... 0.1.0</title><content type='html'>hmmm after the strong objection by the readers on the last post I will try to restrain myself from writing the 'those' things.... hey but wait.... this is my blog... my space... I can do whatever I want.... I will not change for the whim and fancies of some indivisuals....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets begin..... one thing I don't like is that people on Orkut have changed their names to "firstname" in US "Last name" or "firstname" in "company name" "Last name"..... what the fuck is this....common guys grow up..... 1/10 of the world is in US..... and being in US for internships is not that big achievement........doesn't  requires advertisement of this scale... we all know this..... and one thing that struck me the most was.... name says ... "so an so" in US "so an so"... and the first line in the about me coloumn says... I am modest.... down to earth person..... now this is the height.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondaly, after coming here I feel my mom has become more possessieve about me....every time I call she seems to be worried... I don't know whether this is the same for all the guys but I don't like it... But the I can't tell my mom to chill out.... she will become more worried.... aneways I have the feeling I should behave as normal as possible to avoid any panic at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoher thing, my roommates are damm good!!!! they give me their laptop..... prepare the food, and treat as just another kid living with them.... and I really like this.... today in the evening I was feeling a bit bored and had a headache..... so went to Kumar( he is the person with whom I have been in touch before coming here) and had a beer... sar dard gayab.... he he .... vaise mentioning abt he room mates I will mention that Gaurav is not an South Indan as I had said in the last post and had promised him to mention specially in the next post..... and Kumar... rocking guy man... U can never be bored with him..... and Sunil...... nice, calm, quiet and a very helpful guy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the work.... just started it... vaise I have a clear understanding as to what is to be done.... and is to be done In C for the time being..... so no jitters for now... vaise I have managed to impress my guide daily in these 2 days.... dekho aage kya hota hain.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and about Kgp... seems a surprise to me that I will be getting a 9.0+ this time.... pata nahin kaise... time to mila nahin tha padne ka.... aneways... its nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally I will be going for a party at my prof's home tomorrow.... Kumar whom I mentioned before is graduating and theres a celebration for the same... chalo dekho kya hota hain in americans ki party main... tata for now!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-114723558117739276?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/114723558117739276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=114723558117739276&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114723558117739276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114723558117739276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/05/tales-continue-010.html' title='Tales continue.... 0.1.0'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-114706342573488239</id><published>2006-05-07T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T21:43:45.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Paso tales!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes from here I start with my stories from El Paso. Lets start from delhi airport. But let me warn you guys.... all the posts from here will contain refferences to girls... so acche log pehle hi katlo!!!Hmmm.. to delhi airport pe masto bandi baithi thi british airways ke counter pe.... and arpit baar baar bol raha tha... abe dekh dekh... sab kuchh dikh raha hain... while she was bending down do look up the details in the computer.... and I was trring to be normal... as she was trying to give an asile seat... but in the whole confusion and anxiety I left my ticket there... and I realized this while I was on the plane flying somewhere over afghanistan..... and when I realized this... virtually fhat gayi yaar... but aneways nothing could have been done now and Arpit consoled me... so went to sleep on those damm cramped up seats in the plane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now london Heathrow was a delight to the eyes... really lag raha tha ki kahin foreignva land main aa gaye hain... but meri to fhai hui thi ticket ko lekar.... finally went to the british airways counter and got all the boarding pass... and the guy assured me that I will get my tickets in chicgao.... aneways then chilled out on the airport...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took a flight from London to chicago... ya I know sunne main bahut accha lagta hain...london... Chicago.... but tha bhi bahut accha... aneways the point is that none of the airhosttess till now were great and I felt cheated, because Kingfisher airlines back home have better ones.... aneways British Airways had LCD screens for every seat and I watched garam masala on the way from Delhi to London and friends , Joey from London to Chicago..... also the point to be noted is that I had never ever traveled before in a plane so my exitement had no bounds.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then El Paso... the Univ here is based on some bhutanian arhitecture... and is really nice... damm good I should say and the best part is that the Latino girls here SimplY Rock.....and with the Texas summers round the corner the fun is going to get multifold... because as it gets hot the clothes will get shorter... he he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on the first day I met my guide... He is a nice person... told me what I was required to do... although I didn't understand much of it..... but still seems the summer will be fruitfull.... he showed me my working place..... wow... masto lab... theres a key pad lock to open it its hi tech... I have 21" LCD screen to work on and the net...damm fast.... but the first day was wasted in confusion as the officials had never dealt with anyone who came just for 10 weeks... lets see what happens tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am staying with some indian guys here... they are nice people... all south indians... but are really helpfull... testerday I went to a place called subway and the food there rocked... also went to wal mart... nice place.... and the goods are really cheap... the elecronic goods.... the watches... really cheap... had to restrain myself... waiting for the day I will get paid.... also saw IPod nano in material form and my love for it increased.... Damm!!!! when will I get my first pay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went to the library today...:D... haan haan padne hi gaya tha... :D :D ... people here have exams from tomorrow...so just went in to check the junta... and the library was really COOL.... sit where you want.. as you want... o what you want.. you cn carry you bags.. laptops.... ipods and every thing you want... and the place was really cool..... the bandis... damm hot man.... the place where I was sitting or lying down had a vaccant sofa in front and after a some time a blonde came.... and slept there on the sofa... she was wearing skirts... he he... bas aur nahin bataunga... had real masti tonight... then the walk from the school to the apartment was also nice.... reminded me of KGP.... chlo me going to call home... tata for now bbye!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-114706342573488239?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/114706342573488239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=114706342573488239&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114706342573488239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114706342573488239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/05/el-paso-tales.html' title='El Paso tales!!!!'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-114694734315227522</id><published>2006-05-06T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T19:53:21.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>looking back!!!!</title><content type='html'>finally after the struggle of one whole semester I somehow managed to reach El Paso. But I feel that first I should write about my previous semester. The last semester was the most versatile one. never did I travel 15000 km in one semester... bunking classes, never did I took so much responsibility for the department and never was I so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the first point first i went to bombay for the tech fest.. nice experience but no result... but got to meet some of my old friends and that was really nice... then during mid march I went back to home... wow bahut mazza aaya tha us trip main.. basically had gone to vaishno devi... masto trip tha ek dum... usse hi kehte hain mata ka saccha bulava... aneways the third trip was for home again for my cousins wedding... and everyone knows punjabi weddings rock man... the food.. the whole family together... dancing .... and ofcourse the bandiyaan... was rocking..also it was the first time that I travelled by rajdhani.. one thing I learned from these trips is that if wanna take out time and have the guts to bunk some classes you can go home a lot... so from the next semster one extra trip to home is assured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the department stuff.... ufff getting work done is really a dounting task... first the dept. tshirt... saala logo ko kitne mail karo but no one turns up in time to collect his tshirts.... but the tshirts really turned up well and there was apriciation all around... even the people from other dept. turned up for the tshirts. Then the dept. farewell... that too turned up well firstly becuz of the presentation from the 4th year batch and also becuz of the idea of the group photograph... nice idea shaunak... chalo started something that will be there for long I hope... aneways me, piyush and tinni brainstromed what could be done more with the dept. society and came with nice ideas and even if half of them materialize , it will be a revolution... but not to mention that I would be needing a lot of support from my batch... hope for the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last one is the really sad part... I was soo mean sometimes... had my priorities wrong most of the times.... and in the process hurting others, making them unhappy, aand depriving them of what they deserved so much.... yes I am talking of my seniors... I am sorry man.... I was really wrong....... but will make sure that this doesnot repeat with the next batch.... time to nikalne se nikal hi jata hain... faltu main tum logo ko itna pareshan kiya..... but learned a lot from u guys, will appriciate those mails for a long time, har 15 days main 1 baar tu vo mail pad hi lenege jisse ki we remain on the right track... wishing all of u best of luck... keep in touch guys.... will miss ou a lot!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now at this time of my life I find myself at very different crossroads... I am still a kid for my parents.. every time I call home i am treated or rather pampered as small kid whose every desire should be fulfilled, next I find my self responsible ofr the dept. society as I feel that a lot things can be changed for the good and these changes can be really revolutionary and for that I have to play a binding role for the whole batch as without their support any thing wouldn't be possible, next I feel a sense of responsibility for the bacchas coming to the wing and feel that the last year shouldn't be reapeated, finally the wing... I feel every one has to be taken together and aslo the most important thing... acads got to manage them also... although I feel that I did quite well this time and also the hall, it went neglected this time but as I promised it will be different from the next time.... so many different roles to play and me single being.... got to do a lots and lots next sem!!!!&lt;br /&gt;chalo me tired of writing will describe El Paso in the next post... got to go... vaise I am fine here having fun with the indian guys who live here... am going to live with one of them for the next 2.5 month... chalo tata for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-114694734315227522?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/114694734315227522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=114694734315227522&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114694734315227522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114694734315227522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/05/looking-back.html' title='looking back!!!!'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-114599762368388987</id><published>2006-04-25T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T10:52:13.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;This my fiftieth post and its not like what it wanted it to be. But I will not betray the feelings of my heart just for this golden number. Aneways I just studied the whole day in software lab and at the end of the day I too am finding something important amiss. Happened to listen this song and just wanted to write these lines in case my blog is read by the one I desire.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Chahe jo tumhe pure dil se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;milta hain vo mushkil se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;aisa jo koi kahin hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;bas vo hi sabse hasin hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;us haath ko tum tham lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;vo mehrbaan kal ho na ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;But then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Har pal yahan ji bhar jiyo, jo hain samaan kal ho na ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I have been listening ti Kal Ho na Ho songs from yesterday and would like to add a few more lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saach hain ki dil to dukha hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;humne magar socha hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dil ko hain gam kyun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aankh hain nam kyun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hona hi tha jo hua hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us baat ko jaane hi do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jiska nishan kal ho na ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;har pal yahan ji bhar jiyo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jo hain samaan , Kal ho Na ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truly Amazing!!!&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/10441488-114599762368388987?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/114599762368388987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=114599762368388987&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114599762368388987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114599762368388987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/04/50.html' title='50!!!'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-114573108119434432</id><published>2006-04-22T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:38:01.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summing it up</title><content type='html'>Well, I wonder why all of my recent blogs start with the word "well". Well I can't figure out... :D.&lt;br /&gt; The one thing I desperately need to do now is to go back and study.... But I don't feel like. Aneways I had been thinking of writing a blog about this and here it goes: It happens with me that whenever I hear a particular song I feel some of the past events flashing back and it seems that it was just yesterday that these things happened. For example, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel-Robbie Willams&lt;/span&gt; reminds me of my summer time when I was missing evberybody a lot, then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lafzon main&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me be your hero&lt;/span&gt; brings back those sore summer memories... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aashiq banaya aapne&lt;/span&gt; reminds me of my rubber technology exam as the song came on lan the night before the exam and the whole night I watched the video... :D, then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;salaam namaste&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;garam masala&lt;/span&gt; songs remind of the times when I used to maro nightouts for compiler assignments and then would talk to my sister early in the monring, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woh lamhe woh bateein&lt;/span&gt; brings back the illu time..., &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dhadak dhadak&lt;/span&gt; reminds me of the time when I just came into the wing..... and many more such songs which I am not able to recall now....&lt;br /&gt;Aneways a reason for this might be that these are the songs that I have listened repeatedly for ever and thats why they have been embedded in my brain somewhere....&lt;br /&gt;Also these days I am feeling the lack fo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"her" &lt;/span&gt;a lot, whoz this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"her"&lt;/span&gt;...... those who know... know and those who don't..... don't need to know.... aneways it might be just a temporary phase and will pass out... hope so otherwise I can see another of those crappy poems coming up.... :)... I hope she might have read the first one.... but does it matter now.... but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dil hain ki manta nahin&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Chalo munna back to muggai.... will justify the title in the next post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-114573108119434432?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/114573108119434432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=114573108119434432&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114573108119434432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114573108119434432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/04/summing-it-up.html' title='Summing it up'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-114518419076618822</id><published>2006-04-16T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T03:43:10.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Someone</title><content type='html'>Well my travelling spree continued and went home this week to attened my cousin's weeding. As usual had lots and lots of masti... teasing the youngers, teasing bhiya ofcourse, taking up the responsibility of managing things, brining the whole family together.&lt;br /&gt;But the high point was when an auntie came to me and Udit beta aa gaye tum ...... every body was asking the same question... abe samne khada hoon tu aa hi gaya honga na... aneways, i didn't recognize her and smiled away... then she begun... beta tumhari shakal mere bete se bahut milti hain... kyaaaaaaaa... was what I thought.... btea jab vo sham ko aayega to saath main photo jaroor khich vana.....&lt;br /&gt;I was desparately waiting for this guy to arrive... when he did it was a moral booster... I was not as bad looking as I had thought before... he he... to be right, I didn't feel as if we looked similar but all others thought we did.... they sometimes mistook him for me... thats incredible... aneways the guy was nice... and mingled well with us... and had a gala time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another moment which I enjoyed the most was time during ceremony. I didn't attened actually, rather we(all my brothers, excluding the one being married ;) ) didn't sit in the ceremony as its the boring part... what we did was sat in the cars outside.. bhatting... and thats a rare moment... remembering the time when bhiya used to come to this gali to play cricket.... actually to watch bhabhi .... and when she used to return back from tution they both used to get happy seeing each other...  yes  8 years have passed away in flash and today they are getting married!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most significant event happened on my way back. Just as the train started  I was informed that a bomb blast had occoured near jama masjid.... Mom, Dad had to back home through that way only.... I couldn't speak.... was in utter tension..... but the guy sitting in front of me sensed it and asked whats wrong.. when i told him he gave me his phone and I called Dad to find everything was right. Man I was relieved.... thanx to this man.... then we started talking and he told me how his wife and daughter had got injured in the bomb blast at SN market during diwali time... but in between he told me the golden words.... You should always help the one in need, be in his place and see what it means to him when you help him... indeed what he said was damm right... he had helped me.... had he not... I would have died  before reaching the next station.... and secondly you get a feeling of satisfaction when you help somebody which in itself is great.... and when yesterday evening I was really breaking my head over some presentation some asked me for help in Java Assg... the first thing that entered my mind was to brush him away... but then I remembered the golden words.... and offeered him help with whatever i knew... the guy was really thankful, I didn't spent much time and finally that feeling of helping out somebody was awesome.... so always try to help out somebody in need if u can!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-114518419076618822?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/114518419076618822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=114518419076618822&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114518419076618822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114518419076618822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/04/help-someone.html' title='Help Someone'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-114416229583485100</id><published>2006-04-04T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T07:55:09.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aTAGGed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;five reasons why I will make a good husband:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would really love my wife. Love is one thing which she can expect in ample amounts... why?? becuz I studied in boys school for 13 years and then came straight to kgp :D... no no jokes apart, I am caring by nature and have always desired someone to share my feelings with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dont usually talk to other women/girls unless it is totally required. Thus my wife can afford to be possesive and will have... vo kya kehte hain use... haan mutex over me :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even If my wife doesn't have time for our children(not child), I will step up to do so, since I strongly feel that parental care and their attention/time for the children is absolutely necessary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love shopping and believe that money is earned for the sole purpose of spending it, ... I think that's a really big asset&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dont have stringent definitions for beauty and any simple, sober looking girl would appeal to me, what matters is that she should be beautiful inside... thus even if my wife  starts to get wrinkels early.... it doesn't matter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;five reasons why I will make a bad husband:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my parents/family a lot and would expect the same from my spouse which may sometimes prove to be too demanding for her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love ghar ka khana, and this kgp life has made me hate go out for food, so my wife would have to cook more often than seldom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I loose temper very easily and when I do so, I also loose control over myself. She would have to bear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not the person who demands his own space, but that doesn't mean that my wife will not have her own space , but it certainly means that space would be intruded a bit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am possesive about the things I love which means that I would be possesive about my wife too. She may have problems with that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm finally finished the tag.. the people whom I would like to tag have already been tagged, but it would be interesting to know what &lt;a href="http://reflect-kanuahs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shaunak&lt;/a&gt; has to say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-114416229583485100?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/114416229583485100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=114416229583485100&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114416229583485100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114416229583485100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/04/atagged.html' title='aTAGGed'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-114393192000898615</id><published>2006-04-01T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T15:04:30.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Life</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.... the weekend has been rather amazing... had my Visa appointment yesterday, so obviously bunked the only "stimulating" lecture and went to cal. Arpit and Parang also had their appointments, so went along. We reached cal around 6:45 and were really hungry.... "arre food court chalte hain yaar, vahan kha bhi lenge aur nikal bhi", said Arpit. Bas aur kya chahiye tha, pahuch gaye. As I enetred I saw a bandi there. Simple looks average bandi. She was looking at the gaint menu hung on the wall,  wondering what to order. Something struck... "arre yaar yeh kya order karegi...... dekhne se to simple shimple lag rahi hain.. dekhte hain isse kya pasand hain... ", but then " chod na yaar bhook lagi hain order karte hain".... I ordered Aalo puri... subah subah nothing is better off atleast for me.... as I turned around I saw badau... he was there with some one, I went over, met him, thank god he recognized me, or else pretended well. Aneways as I was coming back to the counter to collect my order I saw that bandi walking over to the eating place with a plate of aalo puri.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next 1/2 an hour or so I totally enjoyed the edacious time. I was being nagged by Arpit.."abe jaldi kar mote, humara appointment hai 8:15 baje".... finally we went out.... thisis the part I really hate.... I hate Cal, the taxis, the howrah bridge, the heat and the people too... aneways took a cab for embassy. Withinn 10 mins of reaching there Arpit and parang were called in and I was left there with nothing to do for the next 90 mins. These are the times when a Ipod can really come to ur rescue.... not to mention the insalubrious 3 hr train journey... aneways there was a tree nearby so went over and sat. Now I have this nack of observing people a lot and passing time such way is never a problem to me. There was a family of 3 son... about 20-25, mom and Dad. The mom came and sat next to me as that was the only place available. They were talking and was overhearing... or lets say desperately trying to listen. It was so that the couple were going to US. Aneways what was important was the proof of the fact that people with suranme jhunjhunwala exist. Yes , when the aunty besides me was verifying her documents, I happened to see her name and it ended with jhunjhunwala... before this I thought "abe aise naam to movies main hi hote hain".... aneways there were other people... mostly women... everywhere I go the male to female ratio is not more than 9:1, chad na yaar. One thing to note was that everybody was wearing the best they had... jaise visa lene nahin  ghar ki shaadi main aaye hain.. sab ek dum chamak rahe thhe... and then I saw a lady coming back from the visa office, the old guy sitting besides me leaped on seeing her... might have been her dad or so... he asked her how it went and the smile on her face reminded me of my days when I used to give those engineering exams, every time I came home and mom I asked me how it went, I gave the same smile and nodded to indicate that it went well..... I have never said ki mummy exam bahut accha hua hain.. I was in habit of saying "theek hua mummy", so as not to raise any expectations... but then ur mom knows you from in and out and can figurre out stuff before you even speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I was called in and as I went in there were 2 things: the doors were as heavy as hell... I was realized that doors should be bullet proof.... lead might be used... that preodic table flashed back .... chad na yaar and secondly it was like prison... i was checked throughly and I had to enter through stel bar door... Inside the AC's were blowing in full blast... haaa relief.... I went over and stood in the queue... cursing tinni " vo to bola tha , abe visa vali bandi kya hot hain yaar", "vo bandi to normal thi...... kya yaar ab kaise katega time".... but then the sight of people who had been waiting with me outside and entered early made the situation somewhat comfortable....  aneways the procedures ended by 10:45 and by 11 we were out, now officially allowed to "study" in US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Heat again... "abe yaar cal is f%^&amp;amp;ing hot". Parang had some work, went there and then got our international student cards made..... the receptionist there was a perfect bengali... tall  hard, big eyes... ahhh I hate it. Finally we decided to maro peace in pizza hut and took a cab. Along the way I saw lot of banners showing rani mukherjee in begali sarees, her eyes were looking gaint, as if they were going to pop out... damm I hate rani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached pizza hut.... ac ... wow relief.... placed the orders and started looking around... one of the tables had 3 bandis but they were school girls... not interested... I have this habit of making opinions about people at the first sight, and decided not to look back. I turned around and saw a boy and his girlfriend(evident from the fact that they were sitting like as if they were siamese twins), but they here too highschool types.... no one around :( , eventually the garlic bread came.... my mouth is watering as I am writing this... then I came the pizzas... wow the sight of hot pizzas really gets you going... finally got engrossed in the pizzas. sometime then Arpit said" abe dekh dekh kya bandi enter kari hain...", "abe khane de yaar, pizza se accha kuchh nahin hain be, concenterate on eating saale". He too agreed and after I finished I looked around and found a bandi with her top toooo up and her pants too down...wow!!!! "yaar log aise ka[de kyun pehante hain" I thought...."chad na yaar, dikhti hain to dekho..:)". Finally the scene was proved so good that arpit went to the bathroom :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I was satisfied... visa lag gaya, pizza hut main kha liya... hot badis around... there were quite a few now.... aur kya chahiye yaar.... it was 2 O'clock we left and went to vfs office to collect the passports... the office was ac too... wow!!! slept for around 2 hrs, collected the passport from a perfect bengali moti.....yes... process completed....yo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I had to buy some formal clothes for my brother's wedding later this month. I am too bad in buying formal... you let me buy T-Shirts and I will choose them withinn flash and that too good ones.... it appears that Tshirt shopping is my hobby, I have a lots and lots of them. aneways there were only 2 shirts which matched the descreption that had been regularly given to me over the last 1 week... mummy saying.."bete aisa nahin, vaisa... " and sis saying..."bhiya vaise vali... aur haan aise vaali to bilkul nahin".... but then the labels on them broke my heart.. 1600 and 2000... abe majak hain kya.... shirt hi to hai.... "chad na yaar. vahan pahuchke hi le lenge..." and when I told this to mom, she was shocked... "bete kaise karega, "dophar ko aayega, raat ko shaadi hain....", "arre mummi to fhir aap le lena jo accha lage...". Finally the tension was hers not mine... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in kgp slept for around 12-14 hrs, and then went out to eat... mess was closed na... jaise khula hota to main mess main hi kha leta... the last two weeks have been really hectic... dept Tshirt, dept-farewell, bitwise, dept-photo, 2 tests, getting the visa documents ready and what not sucking my blood and so thought of marooing peace today... saw Monsoon wedding again... yaar masto movie hai... bilkul ghar ki yaad aa jati hai....punjabi weddings rock dude.... desperately waiting for 12th.... and then watched socha na tha... and yes socha na tha ke itni acchi hogi... mazza aa gaya yaar... I really liked Ayesha Takia... the story line and the songs too... the movie has put me in a very happy mood... and finally was reminded that today is april fools day by &lt;a href="http://sunshinenjoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-proposal.html"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally all the fun is over and I am about to sleep , I have a full course test on monday :(, got to study from tomorrow... and that hectic life begins again .... but then I feel I am living life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: really happy and cheerful ( thanx to those movies)&lt;br /&gt;Current song: yara rub from socha na tha&lt;br /&gt;Current status : single... na na desperately hungry.....&lt;br /&gt;Current wish: come 12th as soon as you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and haan found this interesting thing.... add in bed to ur orkut fortune and see what happens.... mine says.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fortune&lt;/b&gt;:  &lt;br /&gt;  You will have some wonderful new experiences--- in bed!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalo bbye, neend aa rahi hain....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-114393192000898615?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/114393192000898615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=114393192000898615&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114393192000898615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114393192000898615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/04/living-life.html' title='Living Life'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-114314154296954189</id><published>2006-03-23T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T11:20:40.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lelo :D!!!</title><content type='html'>Statutory Warning: this post is contains double meaning stuff so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"acche log"&lt;/span&gt;..... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;kat lo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... so it happened that while coming back from the monotonic AI class today, I was discussing  with Shaunak that I would  have to go home from 12-14th apr to attened a  wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaunak: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;shaadi main khayega to aur mota ho jayega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;nahin yaar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;kyun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;arre ghar ki shaadiyoon main bahut dance kar leta hoon yaar, aur uske baad khane ka man nahin karta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;aisa kya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;haan yaar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;accha agar koi acchi si bandi tere se aakar kahe &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;"LELO"&lt;/span&gt;.... tabhi nahin??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:D:D:D, lelo&lt;/span&gt;..... kyun nahin yaar, bilkul lunga&lt;/span&gt;, usse kahonga chalo room chalo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;main khane ki baat kar raha tha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;nahin tune kaha ki bandi aake boli ki lelo... to leni to padegi hi na. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;accha to aisa kahega tu bandi se?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;haan yaar ab bandi bina koi fight mare aake bolti hain ki lelo to kya kar sakte hain :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;main to aisa nahi karunga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ab bhai logon agar aap se koi &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;bandi aake kahe ki lelo&lt;/span&gt; tu kya karoge bhai??? do comment!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-114314154296954189?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/114314154296954189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=114314154296954189&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114314154296954189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114314154296954189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/03/lelo-d.html' title='Lelo :D!!!'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-114267666769836840</id><published>2006-03-18T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T02:16:55.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocking Week!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Although Compu third years are expected to sogg around the whole year, crying for assignments, deadlines but one needs a change. And this was what inspired me to bunk a whole week of classes and go home. So here is what the last few days had been for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I had to go home, I had to show assignments early and my lab partner had done something incredible in his clothes washing spree and thus had to rush home to get it mended. I was left alone to complete the damm assignmnets and that too before the deadline. So it took two nightouts in the lab but finally completed them. It was the first time that our group had done something before hand, while othres were trying to figure out whats to be done... enjoyed it.... wicked me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Aneways left for home the same night. Home is heaven. You get treated like kings, the food the bed and ofcourse the TV I love it!!!!! But had to leave for Vaishno Devi the same day. Trips to Vaishno Devi have always been a treat to soul and eyes. Treat to soul, you may understand but treat to eyes??? :D,  boys will be boys and will always enjoy the treat to eyes no matter what the place is. It so happened that the 14 km climb from katra to darbar which normally takes about 4hrs was completed or let me say accomplished in 2.5 hrs straight. how???? See it was simple. Figure out a bandi and try to overtake her. This gives you enough adrenaline to go on for long.  It was not until I reached the darbar that I realized that I hadn't come here for what I had been doing for the past 3 hrs  or so. But as I said, boys will be boys, nothing can be done!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Aneways the weather was amazing. There were clouds but no rain. The cool breeze, views of the peaks and the fact that you yourself are standing at the level of clouds is enthrilling. The next day we left for shiv khodi, a place 90 kms from katra. Mindblowing caves. At one point I thought that it wouldn't be possible for me to get in since the path was really small and difficult but then as always happens, everybody was able to get through. Inside was a natrual shivling and idols fo may other gods and godesses. Never had seen any thing amazing as this.Then while having lunch I got what I had been desiring the last 3 days. Rain!!! Mountain rains are amazing and when you are having garam garam aalo puri and chai looking at the rains, feeling the snowy wind, you tend to think of something you really love and heres what I came with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Knowing that its not possible, but still dreaming about her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;that's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Even after one year of '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;', still desiring her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;that's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Wishing she had been there to share all your joys and sorrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;that's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Expectng her to be standing right there after every turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;that's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Seeing a happy couple and imagining them to be you and her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;that's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Knowing she's not your ideal match but still if you want her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;that's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written this crap here to dump what I really feel. I know you all would be laughing but then  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Say what u like, do as u feel.. cuz the ppl who matter dont mind &amp; the ppl who mind dont matter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home I saw Iqbal. Nice movie. Really liked that song Aashayein.... lyrics are damm good and so is the music.... here are a few lines I really like..... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;kuchh aisa karke dikha, khud khush ho jaye khuda&lt;/span&gt;  and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;toofano ko cheerke, manzilo ko cheen le...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Aneways now back to kgp but yesterday was our hall day. I am not comfortable with the idea of girls visiting my room. Call it shyness, call it anyting but I can't do it.  So I comforabely avoided all those who passed by and all those whom I was supposed to invite. But finally the end of the evening rocked. Danced our hearts out and then I saw Rang de basanti again. As I am writing this blog the guy next door is watchinng RDB at full volume, so I am enjoying it again :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-114267666769836840?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/114267666769836840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=114267666769836840&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114267666769836840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114267666769836840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/03/rocking-week.html' title='Rocking Week!!!!!!'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-114089127084976148</id><published>2006-02-25T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T03:05:17.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>$@#$@#Drinking@##@$</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking of writing about this for a long time now. But today I am going to say my heart out without thinking what others might say or whether it hurts them. Why do people drinik? I don't understand what are the pleasures they derive out of it. I have myself tried it sometimes but didn't get the "kick" poeple tallk about. Maybe I didn't have enough but then I didn't feel like. Why would people drink?&lt;br /&gt;They may drink when they are sad. It makes them loose control for a while and have a gala time. But whats the point in doing so. If you are not satisfied with where you stand then its you who is responsible for it. It would be better option to have things sorted out instead of being in a "happy happy" state for sometime and then reverting back to where you came from. I mean what good is one night of so called "happy state". This seems to be a very coward way dealing with your troubles, not dealing rather escaping from them.&lt;br /&gt;People drink when they want to say things of their heart to someone close. Poeple drink to open their mouths. What I want to say is that are you so weak or so coward that you can't face the other person in normal state. What is that you can't say when you are in full control of yourselves. If you don't like somebody, then tell him on his face, don't talk to him, but whats the point in coping with him and then resenting this relation at the end of the day. If you wanna tell anybody to go to hell then tell him at his face. No point leading a life which gives zero satisfaction. If you wanna confess something then do it when you are normal. But then you need to be brave. Most poeple dread what will others think if they would come to know these things about me. I say Why the hell u care abt them. Be brave and do what ur heart tells you and not your mind.&lt;br /&gt;People drink when they wanna celebrate. Whats the point? If you wanna celebrate then do good to others. I have seen many "daaru treats". I dont see the point. If someone's happy for you them it shows in their face and not when they accompny you to your drinking spree. If you wanna celebrate, just give a call home and tell them that you are happy today. Call your sis or bro whom you love the most, even if she/he is sitting anywhere in the world, even if its 3 in the moring there, they will all be happy for you and will add to your state. If u really wanna do something "hatke" on this day, then call someone whose heart you had broken a long time a ago and you have this  guilt of not breaking the ice from the then. Break this ice and you will be happier. If you want this day to be different than others then take a flight home, surprise your parents and come back the next day. Instead of spending huge sums on meaningless treats, have a simpler one and use the extra cash to ensure that someone out there who's begging for food is able to have it atleast for one day. Donate some amount when you are happy. You will never feel more satisfied. Do something for your community, something for your country, that will make a difference. If there's no tempo of doing the above stuff,  then atleast watch Rang De Basanti!! I am sure it will make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not totally against drinking. But all this was meant for those who have started to derive pleasure out of it, or don't know the reason why they drink, but still do. Its my point of view, but will be rather interesting to know what others might have in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;*Although I have talked a lot, but I haven't done all the above mentioned things. This is what I think should be ideally done. I am not perfect. I try to be like above. Strictly my views.  If any of you think that you are better off then I dont have a say in that. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am not asking you to change.&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/10441488-114089127084976148?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/114089127084976148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=114089127084976148&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114089127084976148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114089127084976148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/02/drinking.html' title='$@#$@#Drinking@##@$'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-114061915344554640</id><published>2006-02-22T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T13:03:31.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>200 things you might have done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's a list of 200 things that I saw on many blogs. This one is mine. The things that I have done are in a different colour.&lt;br /&gt;My score is 30/200 @ 20 which may be reagrded a "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;dull life&lt;/span&gt;". Got to do a lot of stuff :D !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;01.Bought everyone in the pub a drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;02. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;03. Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;06. Held a tarantula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;08. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Said ‘I love you’ and meant it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Hugged a tree&lt;br /&gt;10. Done a striptease&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Stayed up all night long, and watch the sun rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;15. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Gone to a huge sports &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;17.Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;19. Touched an iceberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;20. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Changed a baby’s diaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;22. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;24. Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;25. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;26. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;27. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Had a food fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;29. Bet on a winning horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;31. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Asked out a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Had a snowball fight – hailstones, not snow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;33. Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;34. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;36. Enacted a favorite fantasy&lt;br /&gt;37. Taken a midnight skinny dip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;38. Taken an ice cold bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;39. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;40. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;41. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Hit a home run( equivalent anyway)&lt;br /&gt;43. Fit three weeks miraculously into three days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;44. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;45. Adopted an accent for an entire day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;46. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;47. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;49. Visited all 50 states(or 27-28?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;50. Loved your job for all accounts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;51. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taken care of someone who was shit faced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;52. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;53. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Had amazing friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Danced with a stranger in a foreign &lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;55. Watched wild whales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Stolen a sign&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;57. Backpacked in Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;58. Taken a road-trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;60. Lied to foreign government’s official in that country to avoid notice&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;62. Sky diving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;63.Visited Ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;64. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;66. Visited Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;67. Benchpressed your own weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;68. Milked a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;69. Alphabetized your records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;br /&gt;71. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;72. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;73. Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;74. Scuba diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;75. Got it on to “Let’s Get It On” by Marvin Gaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;76. Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;78. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Played in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;79. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;80.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Done something you should regret, but don’t regret it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;81. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;82. Discovered that someone who’s not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;83. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dropped Windows in favor of something better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;84. Started a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;85. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Toured ancient sites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;87. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;88. Swordfought for the honor of a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;89. Played Counter-Strike(game was D&amp;D) for more than 6 hours straight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;90. Gotten married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;91. Been in a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Crashed a party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;93. Loved someone you shouldn’t have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;94. Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;95. Gotten divorced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;96. Had sex at the office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;97. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;98. Made cookies from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;100. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;101. Gotten a tattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;103. Rafted the Snake River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;104. Been on television news programs as an “expert”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;106. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Masturbated in a public place :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107. Got so drunk you don’t remember anything&lt;br /&gt;108. Been addicted to some form of illegal drug&lt;br /&gt;109. Performed on stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;110. Been to Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. Recorded music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;112. Eaten shark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;113. Had a one-night stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;114. Gone to Thailand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;115. Seen Siouxsie live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;116. Bought a house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;117. Been in a combat zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;118. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off&lt;br /&gt;120. Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;121. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;122. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. Bounced a check&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;124. Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125. Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;126. Raised children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;127. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;128. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;129. Created and named your own constellation of stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;130. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;131. Found out something significant that your ancestors did&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;132. Called or written your Congress person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;133. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;134. …more than once? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- More than thrice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;135. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;136. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;137. Had an abortion or your female partner did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;138. Had plastic surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived&lt;br /&gt;140. Wrote articles for a large publication –Imzine :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;141. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;142. Held someone while they were having a seizure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;143. Piloted an airplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;144. Petted a stingray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;145. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broken someone’s heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;146. Helped an animal give birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;147. Been fired or laid off from a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;148. Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;149. Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;150. Killed a human being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;151. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;152. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ridden a motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;153. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100mph &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(greater than 100 kmph anyway )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;154. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;155. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;156. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;157. Ridden a horse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;158. Had major surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;159. Had sex on a moving train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;160. Had a snake as a pet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;161. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;162. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;163. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;164. Visited more foreign countries than Indian states&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;165. Visited all 7 continents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;166. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;167. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;168. Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;169. Been a sperm or egg donor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;170. Eaten sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;171. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;172. Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;173. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;174. Gotten someone fired for their actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;175. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone back to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;176. Parasailed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;177. Changed your name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;178. Petted a cockroach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;179. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;180. Read The Iliad&lt;br /&gt;181. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read&lt;br /&gt;182. Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;183. …and gotten 86′ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;184. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;185. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;186. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;187. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;188. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;189. Been elected to public office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;190. Written your own computer language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;191. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;192. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;193. Built your own PC from parts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;194. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;195. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;196: Dyed your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;197: Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;198: Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal –yeesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;199: Written your own role playing game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;200: Been arrested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this list keeps on increasing :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly got this idea of some more things that I have done and are not in the list:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;201. watched the same movie more than 30 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;202. stole money from mom's purse and then got caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;203. taking a nude picture of someone you know and live with.... by chance, but filming someone(s) naked, having a bath was intensional :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;204. listened to the same song more than 1000 times over a period of one week... actually did it with two songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;205. being a member of a gang of about 40 people, all of whom once went to a lecture wearing only black clothes and had the proffesor commenting on them.... it was really nice... the link for the pic is &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/sajjanharudit/546c.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;206. 35 feet above the ground on a layer of tables and a chair.... &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/sajjanharudit/ilu1028.jpg"&gt;see it&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(its me in the white shirt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;207. had unusually GRAND sidelocks... &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/sajjanharudit/side.JPG"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; , well finally they were bigger than these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;208. had hots for a teacher.... although a long time back...... wiredoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;209. being dressed as opposite sex(in my case a girl) and performing on stage.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;can't think of any thing else right now... maybe tinni u can help :D, aneways the score goes to 39/209.... an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;uneventful life&lt;/span&gt;, but still a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;wired one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/10441488-114061915344554640?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/114061915344554640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=114061915344554640&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114061915344554640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114061915344554640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/02/200-things-you-might-have-done.html' title='200 things you might have done'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-114026086030293619</id><published>2006-02-18T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T03:07:41.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Examination</title><content type='html'>Well this word might strike terror amongst many of you but for an &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"general IIT chokra"&lt;/span&gt; like me it sounds like something &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;bothreing&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; besetting&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;discomforting&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;disobliging&lt;/span&gt;.......... why??? let me tell you....&lt;br /&gt;The story started an year a ago when my implausibly fat and wired looking wingmate &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;te&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; Mehra had written &lt;a href="http://kpowerinfinity.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_kpowerinfinity_archive.html"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt;. That time I was a chota sa sudhra hua bacha... and I didn't understood why do poeple get frust over exams.... but as the number of days left for me to live started decreasing since then,  I am coming to realization with the terms. Since now I am in the same place as he was an year a ago I can feel the pain.... in the ass!!!&lt;br /&gt;The courses this sem except AI are useless and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;jaaaavvvvvaaaa&lt;/span&gt;( yes this is the way our prof says java :D, I wish blogger supported voice becuz then I would have made mangu, one of my classmates, do the act... ) course is totally driving me mad.... aneways these  days I have been trying hard to stdy but no avail.... so heres a list of things i do to pass  away the precious time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blogs, they are my favourite pass time... in the last few days I have read ample of them and my subscription list has grown double the size... and here i am sitting in the compu lab.....( came here to study :D) writing another one... while the 9.5's in front of me are busy studying.... pata nahin kaise magte rehte hain yaar yeh dono... I&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; wish tinni u were a girl :), to fhir shayad hum dono bhi lab main saath saath baith kar pad rahe hote... he he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sleeping habits have improved enormously.... I got to bed about 12.... wake up at 8 and then again take a nap in the afternoon... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the typical acche bache ki tarah...&lt;/span&gt; my mom would be happy if I told her this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;now to while away time i have come up with this idea of&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; having bath everyday&lt;/span&gt;!!!! don't be surprised... an average iitian doesn't bath everyday... hey SN hall doesn't count.... but I feel nice... I feel clean.... and now I don't have to hurry after taking a bath.... recently found the can of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ponds talcum powder&lt;/span&gt;" lying around in the almirah, I had bought it in first year but remained unused but now from the last 2-3 days I am using it every day... accha lagta hain be dinbhar..... even found that bottle of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;brut&lt;/span&gt;"... bhaskie ke room se maari thi... see I am&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; ek dum chamakta dhamakta aajkal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finished 3 seasons of friends and there are two more to go... yes they are much better than those monotonic video lectures......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;from the last two days it has been happening that I get frust by the evening nad with such mast wind blowing in the night.... it doesn't relly feel like studying... so day before yesterday played a prank on DPC on the dep mail and yesterday to hadd hi ho gayi.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tinni bechare ki maar li&lt;/span&gt;... he he.... aur &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;vo galat time pe galat scrap&lt;/span&gt;... aur vo fhir &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;sahi time pe id hack hona&lt;/span&gt;... mazza aa gaya kal to yaar... vaise vi id kisne hack kiya tha yaar... i feel its arpit... aage pata nahin...but kamal tha yaar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;hmmm I have been making it a point that since i am working so hard these days so I should have good food... so in the evenings I don't eat in the mess but try to go out... day before yesterday went to waldies... yesterday went to PD... and aaj to mess hi band hain... see aaj to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;legal bahana hain bhara khane ka :D.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;library is also a nice pass time too but since i can't do it without music... that option is kaanta...but pata nahin log kehte hain ki vahan exams ke dino main bahut mazza aata hain... aaj vo bhi try karke dekhte hian...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well mere itne acche vichar sunne ke baad to aapko lag hi gaya hoga ki mera padne ka koi mood nahin hian filhaal... abe kuchh karo mera varna kya hoga... abe koi to tempo de do.... :-&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-114026086030293619?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/114026086030293619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=114026086030293619&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114026086030293619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/114026086030293619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/02/examination.html' title='Examination'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-113991756558164815</id><published>2006-02-14T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T03:46:05.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well the title is what I say to someone when he says its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously even before KGP I was like this andI haven't changed any bit.&lt;br /&gt;But then I was thinking of writing something about this so called "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special day&lt;/span&gt;". Just a few moments back I stumbled onto Prakhar Da's blog and found it in perfect harmony with what I had in mind. So &lt;a href="http://prakhargupta.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-is-in-air.html"&gt;here's&lt;/a&gt; Prakhar Da for you. Do read , evaluate yourself, get inspired and enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-113991756558164815?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/113991756558164815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=113991756558164815&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113991756558164815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113991756558164815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/02/huh.html' title='Huh!!!!!'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-113931013434885239</id><published>2006-02-07T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T03:02:14.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why is it that I always stop myself from commenting on certain blogs. I usually comment when I like the post... when its of my type... thats its no deep kavi... or shero shayri types... just the fun stories... or senti insights... may be I am afraid of restarting that thing all over again....&lt;br /&gt;Its better to remain quiet and observe as compared to doing something and then expecting a result...I feel its more peaceful this way... yes I feel better now... I am doing the right thing and I will continue doing it... its hard to resist the temptation but then I know what I want and thats peace of mind... good going Udit&lt;br /&gt;Aneways I have got bored of this template... its too old now... I had thought of giving a new template as a gift to my blog on its B'Day last week but didn't have enough time... If any of you know some links to nice templates then please do leave them in the comments section&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-113931013434885239?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/113931013434885239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=113931013434885239&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113931013434885239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113931013434885239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/02/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-113914137380572064</id><published>2006-02-05T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T04:09:33.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>Well I have been observing for long now and have come up with the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;who know their weaknesses, but still hope that they will get the best and get disappointed when the obvious happens.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;who know there weaknesses, but are satisfied with what they achieve&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;who know there weaknesses, are satisfied with what they achieve, but always strive to achieve better&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;whom you call friends, and they are. They are the ones whom you can except to be by your sides when the situation demands.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;whom you call friends, but neither you nor he may remember the other one after say 20 years&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;whom you call friends, just for the sake of it. You are just acquainted and pass a smile when ever you happen to see other.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;whom you call friends, but are not. I mean that there is a constant sense of competition between the two of with no one leaving a single chance to disprove the other. There is a constant thought.... Will he or will I.....&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;whom you may call friends, but you admire them, you respect them and always try to learn from them.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;whom you call friends. You always try to help them out but then that feeling of bonding is not there&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;whom you call friends, but this tag of friendship is due to some reason, which makes it just a burden.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;whom you despise that first look&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;who get frustrated at the look of you doing something, try to imitate you, try to out do you and in the process never thinking what this may do to the relationship between you two.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;who are my favorite, in the sense when they get the above attitude from someone, they remain cool and help this other guy in doing what ever he wants to.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;who know their long term aims, but have no idea about what their short term aims have to be and thus in the end get lost.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;who don't know what their long term aims are but they know exactly what their short term aims are&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;who have a clear idea about both, long term aims and the short ones.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;who give a hell to these aims and enjoy what ever comes their way&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;who thinks that particular set of people should always do what he says, because he is the one who is always right&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;who can go to any extent to get what ever they want.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;who get inspired and then succeed in their goal&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;who get inspired but don't try hard enough&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;who get inspired but that vanishes away very soon&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;who observe the above types, mapping each one to a category above and then when they talk to this person they have a part of their brain constantly nagging them... He is of type number 27... talk to him like "this"...... and don't tell him "this"...... blah blah......&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Well I am of the last type for sure :D!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-113914137380572064?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/113914137380572064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=113914137380572064&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113914137380572064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113914137380572064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/02/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-113885129145818639</id><published>2006-02-01T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T19:34:51.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/469/808/1600/35m1316m0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/469/808/320/35m1316m0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Birthday Blog!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Although its belated wishes but I knew that you wouldn't mind my being late by a day or two. And as its your birthday I will take this oppourtunity to let you know that you are now an integral part of my life and to me you are same as any other friend or wing mate. You have always been there when I needed you and you have been a really nice listener. Even when no one's around I have the consolation that alteast you are there, willing to be on my side all the time. Its through you that I can freely express my thoughts, whether they may be  about the  &lt;a href="http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/09/lafzon-main-keh-na-sako-bin-keh-bhi.html"&gt;people whom  I miss&lt;/a&gt; or things that &lt;a href="http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/01/dairy-milk-choclate-d.html"&gt;touch me&lt;/a&gt; or when I am &lt;a href="http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-remembrance.html"&gt;really happy&lt;/a&gt; and even the times when I am&lt;a href="http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html"&gt; really down&lt;/a&gt;. You give me the freedom to be &lt;a href="http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/11/apology-my-love.html"&gt;Sarcastic&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/11/best-moments-of-my-life.html"&gt;Reflective&lt;/a&gt; at the same time. You serve as a log whereby which I can look back upon the &lt;a href="http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/07/better-part-of-summer-05.html"&gt;sunny days&lt;/a&gt; of my life and have a nice laugh. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thanx Blog for being there&lt;/span&gt;. Hope you have many many Birthdays to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on a different note I would like to say that I have been really busy from the start of the semester but now its all over. I can back to normal now. It really feels nice to blog after all that hectic days. But still theres a long way to go. Assignments pending, class tests and what not. But thats a part of the IIT package. You got to enjoy what you have without desiring for every other "thing" see but then theres nothing wrong in aiming for the stars. All I want to say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Before the right &lt;b&gt;Time&lt;/b&gt; and without &lt;b&gt;Effort&lt;/b&gt; you will not achieve anything. But then its your responsibility to keep trying and work hard because eventually your time will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-113885129145818639?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/113885129145818639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=113885129145818639&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113885129145818639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113885129145818639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-113694949342705545</id><published>2006-01-10T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T21:05:50.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dairy Milk Choclate..... :D</title><content type='html'>Well it happened one morning that while looking for some stuff on lan I found a folder saying "Cadbury Ads". Bas baap apni to nikal padi tab.... really all the ads are simply fantastic... all of them aired a long time back but are real classics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/469/808/1600/Bitmap-1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/469/808/200/Bitmap-1.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best among them is the one where a girl has mehendi on her hands and tries to eat a Dairy Milk... the music is really nice...&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;kuchh khas hain hum sabhi main... kuchh baat hain hum sabhi main..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;it gets u there and combined with the innocent expressions given by the girl, it becomes hard to resist a Dairy Milk.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/469/808/1600/MOVIES-41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/469/808/200/MOVIES-41.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second one is the one where people are shown cheering the  indian cricket team... wow the music is again fantastic.... and the screenplay is mind blowing.... &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Hum ko yeh kisne chooaa hain..... jadu se yeh kya hua hain..... khel ka rang chane laga hain..... dil ki dhadkan badane laga hain.... andaz badle hue hain... charo taraf mastiyaan hain.... Cadbury Dairy Milk...... Mazza aa gaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I really like the part when in the end India wins the match and one of the guy starts offering the chocolate to one of the players behind the screen and tries to kiss him :D...... really worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are other ones which are based on the theme "main khush hoon aaj khaamakha".... masto hain.... the music again is good but the high point of the ad comes when Big B comes in.... the best part of the Ad is when Big B asks a person for his mobile to make a call and afterwards that person is shown in a halo state admiring his phone... the tune of the ad really gets u.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"main khush hoon aaj khaamakha.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then When I tell Tinni of this stuff, he reminds me of another classic Ad... remember the one..."Doodh doodh piyo glass full".... it was not on the lan, Tinni dld it, but worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the above Ads set u in happy mood and you can watch them over and over....&lt;br /&gt;Can you suggest me some classic Ad which you really like since I am making a collection of such stuff to keep forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-113694949342705545?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/113694949342705545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=113694949342705545&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113694949342705545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113694949342705545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2006/01/dairy-milk-choclate-d.html' title='Dairy Milk Choclate..... :D'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-113587778641938968</id><published>2005-12-29T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T12:46:40.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>With New Year round the corner its celebration all around. But have we ever thought that why do we celebrate this special day? Well the reason that I can think of is to celebrate all the happiness and the so called "things" that this wonderful year has given us and wishing that the coming year brings us the same happiness and joy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there are a lot of things that this specific year has given me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;This year gave me wonderful wingmates who seem the best people around... I always feel a sense of security when they are near by and its great spending time with them... and a very special mention for Jadda here as he bears my continuous nagging without any complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;This year gave me a special friend... we shared the same sorrows and the same joys but unfortunately not the same grades. Talking of friends, I have been really fortunate that I have managed to make a lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;It gave me two Bhabhis and one jijaji.. he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;It  also gave a  special  person  whom  I will remember for a long time to come.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;It gave me this blog, which has always been there with me, just like a true friend.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;It gave me a terrific summer vacation.... :D&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;It brought me more closer to my family...... yes its really great feeling&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;It has given me an wonderful opportunity for the next summers and I sincerely hope it materializes&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;It brought about that wonderful treat in Cal and too on my Birthday....&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;It gave me my first nehli last sem... but looking at this sem all thats is spoiled... but still no regrets....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes, I forgot this one..... Thanx Tinni.... this year brought about the revelation of neha19fdelhi.... yups that was me.... I had been talking to one of my close buddies or say roommate( :D) last year as a girl from Delhi.... and then it had a fantastic end.... this is not for every one as he would kill me.... but ya living with tinni always gives you these ideas...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Recently I learned to drive a bike.... and I tell you its really wonderful when you drive to 90 degrees in a pitch dark night... limited petrol... jungle on both side... and a long road ahead of you... it really seems like a dream coming true....&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;It has given me those short short moments to which I may turn back to in near future and get inspired and feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;And last of all there are a expectations and hopes from the coming future( like I just hope and expect that I will by a Ipod next year.... he he)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; no no leaving jokes apart this year has been the best year of my life and there is some time still left... it has given me soooo much.... thanx 2005 and I hope the coming year has even more to offer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Happy New Year !!!!&lt;br /&gt;May this year bring in your life all the happiness you desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-113587778641938968?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/113587778641938968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=113587778641938968&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113587778641938968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113587778641938968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-113555734068812278</id><published>2005-12-25T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T16:36:56.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant Search</title><content type='html'>Yahoo has released its instant search. Although in Beta version but its still some heck of a thing. As you type in the text it shows relevent results side by side before even you press the search button. COOL!!!!.. It will be a real asset once the full version is released but its worth trying now.. try typing in some very very common stuff and u will see how its works.... the&lt;a href="http://instant.search.yahoo.com/"&gt; link&lt;/a&gt; is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing...  I really like the people at Yahoo have presented it ... the first line on the site says  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why feel lucky when you can be right...&lt;/span&gt; he he .. thats really nice and witty... anyways this all is good for us as we are the people who are going to be the most benefitted from these soft wars.. go on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-113555734068812278?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://instant.search.yahoo.com/' title='Instant Search'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/113555734068812278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=113555734068812278&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113555734068812278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113555734068812278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/12/instant-search.html' title='Instant Search'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-113541810922722144</id><published>2005-12-24T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T01:55:09.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>Well I have come back to Kgp early this time..... was getting bored and moreover missing my comp... a life without comp seems impossible now...&lt;br /&gt;anyways I had planed to do many things and have already started at them... I have created a &lt;a href="http://tiduherec.blogspot.com"&gt;new blog&lt;/a&gt;, where I will be posting any new C funda which I collect. The fundas may be rather simple to u all but are new to me and in order to document these all at one place the blog seems to be an nice option... your comments at any of the problems would always be entertained... knowledge always increases by sharing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways while browsing today I found a really nice quote..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you are not hiding anything, you are not trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-113541810922722144?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/113541810922722144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=113541810922722144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113541810922722144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113541810922722144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/12/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-113308540971789534</id><published>2005-11-27T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T02:00:02.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Apology, My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was due from a long time. I think it was summers that all this had started.&lt;br /&gt;I really had been so careless and didn't think about the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;I think I should have given her more respect initially.&lt;br /&gt;U mean so much to me and I really didn't gave it a Damm!!!! hhhuuuff&lt;br /&gt;Aneways all what I want to say&lt;br /&gt;is that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am really sorry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; for all that happened&lt;br /&gt;and I mean it....&lt;br /&gt;yes from the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;I know that sometimes I really played the fool with U&lt;br /&gt;but I really didn't meant anything wrong or offensive...&lt;br /&gt;I always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Loved&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; u and will continue to do so...&lt;br /&gt;U are my first love... do u know that????&lt;br /&gt;But it seems that&lt;br /&gt;to you all are equal...&lt;br /&gt;U don't have anything special for me&lt;br /&gt;that really sucks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;but lately I haven't been nice and i know that...&lt;br /&gt;But what I just want from ur side...&lt;br /&gt;is to admit that u too have feelings fro me..&lt;br /&gt;its really important...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend my whole life with u.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I know a did a mistake by not shutting down u for more than a month(What !!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;yes shutting down&lt;br /&gt;u didn't deserve to work so hard for nothing&lt;br /&gt;and what would have I done had something happened to u...&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry darling&lt;br /&gt;U are my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... and u know very well that i can't live without u&lt;br /&gt;and I Love U..... my first love :D&lt;br /&gt;I swear that in future I will do nothing to hurt u....&lt;br /&gt;I love u babes :-*&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/10441488-113308540971789534?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/113308540971789534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=113308540971789534&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113308540971789534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113308540971789534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/11/apology-my-love.html' title='An Apology, My Love'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-113273014210075797</id><published>2005-11-22T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:15:42.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>Really after makhoing two exams in a row, the tempo is really down... a bad grade in one and not so grade in other means the grade sheet will not look nice this time ....&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't get dishearten but this was not the case with me...... 2 exams in a row are a too much. There is immense pressure now to perform in the remaining two dep subjects(OS + Compilers) he he.... I know thats a really difficult task.... but got to to do it.... otherwise my semester would be F***ed. Any way I am in a really dejected state now and don't know what to do.... may be study or maybe sleep.... arrey yaar wish me luck for the 2 remaining big ones.... I really need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current state: Demoralized&lt;br /&gt;Current position: locked in my room, I find really hard to face other people who think I always do well :-( and fan on full speed in this winter season&lt;br /&gt;Current song: Arrey ruk ja re Bande(Indian Ocean) because it has got that pain in it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-113273014210075797?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/113273014210075797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=113273014210075797&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113273014210075797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113273014210075797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-113225635027769941</id><published>2005-11-17T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T11:39:10.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In remembrance!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;someone is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its so sad!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;who has passed??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1/3 of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yes my life has been two-third.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;how come??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ASSIGNMENTS are OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes the assignments are over.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so y 1/3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1/3 yahoomial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and the other 1/3 is blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yes till now there were only 3 things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;submitted the last code.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;buhut frust kiya baap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ayesha takia ki photo vi main lagake code likha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/469/808/1600/Screenshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/469/808/320/Screenshot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tab jake kuchh likhne&lt;br /&gt;ka man kara :D&lt;br /&gt;coded parser generators...&lt;br /&gt;opened files, wrote them read them&lt;br /&gt;but NO USE.&lt;br /&gt;yes no use.&lt;br /&gt;why??&lt;br /&gt;use YACC&lt;br /&gt;use open(),lseek(),read(),write()&lt;br /&gt;done nothing special&lt;br /&gt;leave this compu science crap.&lt;br /&gt;after the toiling of 4 loooooong months&lt;br /&gt;finally theres peace&lt;br /&gt;i can have a realxed nap.&lt;br /&gt;i will go home after 4 months&lt;br /&gt;WOW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;will meet friends.&lt;br /&gt;mummi ke haath ka khana&lt;br /&gt;see i start dreaming&lt;br /&gt;but the exams are near&lt;br /&gt;when??&lt;br /&gt;monday...&lt;br /&gt;baap re&lt;br /&gt;mugna shuru karna padega&lt;br /&gt;aaj nahin yaar&lt;br /&gt;abhi joey.&lt;br /&gt;yes JOEY rocks man.&lt;br /&gt;here i go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what assignment load can do to a normal living being. Damm them!!!!!! They are &lt;b&gt;OVER.&lt;/b&gt; Time to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-113225635027769941?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/113225635027769941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=113225635027769941&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113225635027769941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113225635027769941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-remembrance.html' title='In remembrance!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-113128418917249646</id><published>2005-11-06T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T05:36:29.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Moments of my Life</title><content type='html'>Well in response to &lt;a href="http://kpowerinfinity.blogspot.com"&gt;KK's&lt;/a&gt; post here are some best &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;moments of my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;hearing that ring tone, that specific one, when dad calls.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;sitting and enjoying mom oiling my hair&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;waking up, with that favourite song still in the air&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;on getting "kadi" in the lunch&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;at 4 in the morning, when purshottam steams into platfrom number 2&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;that rick ride early in the morning from bus station to back home&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;when my mom tells me about X bhiya or didi having an affair and I tell her that I knew  from the past n years  and its  you  who came to know just now&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;calling home with  no reason, just hearing everyone speak from the other side&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;coming back from RK-RP road and watching that sheshnag high up in the air(last years' illu)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;tempo shout after illu&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;wishing diwali, hugging everyone u meet&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;wingis coming and consoling me whenever I am down&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;calling my cousins and nagging them over their to be spouses&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;joy on mom's face when i reach home&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;when my dadi tells me that she is proud of me&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;when my sister looks up to me as role model&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;when I meet my coaching tutors or even school teachers back home&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;taking mom to market for those daily chores&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;she smiling back at me when I said sorry&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;when my cousins reveal their secret affairs to me&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;when my sister back in some part of world mails me n times a day and we talk as if we are at home&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;when any of my friend gets a internship or training then the look of joy and satisfaction on his face&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;teaching those second years to tie diyas and seeing the same passion in their eyes&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;when i hear the song Lafzon Main Keh Na Sako&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;when all my cousins call in and say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"abey yaar tu aaja function pe varna maaza nahin aayega"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;when my mom hugs me on my way back to KGP&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       what are yours???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-113128418917249646?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/113128418917249646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=113128418917249646&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113128418917249646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113128418917249646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/11/best-moments-of-my-life.html' title='The Best Moments of my Life'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-113050010855153392</id><published>2005-10-28T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T04:50:32.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ILLU  28/10/05</title><content type='html'>Hey I just uploaded some illu pics. Click on the title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-113050010855153392?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/38439636@N00/show/' title='ILLU  28/10/05'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/113050010855153392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=113050010855153392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113050010855153392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113050010855153392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/10/illu-281005.html' title='ILLU  28/10/05'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-113019293671775184</id><published>2005-10-24T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T15:28:56.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ILLU  24/10/05</title><content type='html'>Well the long awaited post has come. Sorry for the delay Hari, but really couldn't find the time with all the assignments and the illu work. Today was officially the first day that we started tying diyas on the chatai and it felt really nice, specially it brought back the memories of previous year when I was on the mess top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I along with reddy am incharge of a chatai at mess top. Its really hard to control your desire for tying the diyas because I feel like doing all the work myself alone. But I have to teach the second years how to do it and give them a chance to do it. And really they have picked up well on the first day. There has been a transition from the stage when was told to the stage when I am in control. These second years were looking up to me to correct them at every step, reminding me of the time when I used to say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"dhammo kaisa banda hain, arre ishu batao kaise theek kare"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I have been given responsibility of something big and sincerly hope that I live up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be making a blog with all the illu pics once I get time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalo bbye for now,&lt;br /&gt;hope I am able to find time tomorrow to write again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-113019293671775184?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/kpowerinfinity/sets/1207026/show/' title='ILLU  24/10/05'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/113019293671775184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=113019293671775184&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113019293671775184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/113019293671775184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/10/illu-241005.html' title='ILLU  24/10/05'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-112901801381474356</id><published>2005-10-11T00:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T01:13:49.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life really isn't fair.It has happened with me twice and as they say &lt;blockquote&gt;Life is just one thing over and over.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that you get after being dumped for the felony you didn't commit is atrocious.The only words that you can think of are &lt;blockquote&gt;WTF&lt;/blockquote&gt;.The damage is permanent since the other person looses the trust in you and its really difficult to bring it back to same level.It can never be the same again :-&lt; .&lt;br /&gt;Well what you can do is convince the him/her that it was not u who played the fool or you can comfortabely sit and do nothing since you feel that have done nothing.But when the other person is your loved one and his ignorant attitude is unbearable you really feel like killing yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Its the second time that it has happened with and I wonder that how many times more will it hurt me again.Does it has something to do with my attitude???Am i too selfish???or the fact that i keep nagging everybody everytime makes them to believe that it was me???Well i really don't know and at this point of time i don't feel like talking to anybody.&lt;br /&gt;I think i should change myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-112901801381474356?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/112901801381474356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=112901801381474356&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/112901801381474356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/112901801381474356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/10/wtf_11.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-112695713371672114</id><published>2005-09-17T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T04:41:10.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only</title><content type='html'>Hey don't get scared.What follows is not the regular programming stuff as expected from an "&lt;em&gt;pre-asumed maggu prani&lt;/em&gt;" in the midst of exams but is something hatke.&lt;br /&gt;While going through &lt;a href="http://reflect-kanuahs.blogspot.com"&gt;Shaunak's&lt;/a&gt; thoughts on "&lt;strong&gt;If Only&lt;/strong&gt;" got an idea of doing as follows: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would u do if u know that today is the last day of ur life????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would certainly be calling all the loved ones back at home&lt;br /&gt;apologizing to all specially to my wing mates for all the wired stuff i keep doing&lt;br /&gt;hoping for rain so that i can enjoy a nice rainy 2.2 walk &lt;br /&gt;will have a feast by borrowing money from someone in the wing :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its ur turn to speak.Plz do so by leaving comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-112695713371672114?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/112695713371672114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=112695713371672114&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/112695713371672114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/112695713371672114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-only.html' title='If Only'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-112560431622762087</id><published>2005-09-01T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T13:03:48.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lafzon main keh na sako.... bin keh bhi reh na sako</title><content type='html'>Don't go for the title ...... just that the song has an big influence on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found these interesting quotes..... the order .... ahhhhh leave it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="BLUE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Think about a woman. Doesn't know you're thinking about her. Doesn't care you're thinking about her. Makes you think about her even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="BLUE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The essence of love begins when infatuation ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="BLUE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It is best to love wisely, no doubt ,but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="BLUE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The important thing was to love rather than to be loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="BLUE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sometimes when we are generous in small, barely detectable ways it can change someone else's life forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="BLUE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;.There is no remedy for love but to love more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-112560431622762087?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/112560431622762087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=112560431622762087&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/112560431622762087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/112560431622762087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/09/lafzon-main-keh-na-sako-bin-keh-bhi.html' title='Lafzon main keh na sako.... bin keh bhi reh na sako'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-112462331965657524</id><published>2005-08-21T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T04:21:59.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dil Goes ummmm  ummmm mmmm........</title><content type='html'>I think that it has been my longest break from blogging.What was i doing all the time?????I really can't answer that because i for myself don't know ....but lets make some guesses.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.After being back to kgp, in a new wing with seniors,time seemed to fly.....the wing reamins high all the time and it appears that the other 13 except me have got no other  work except to keep my names.....itchku....chiku...tidu....bitchku....arre bahi ek naam soch lo na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I usually restored to my blog for condolence, but the last month i have been relatively happy.....or better haven't had the time to feel dejected....so no blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the reason behind me writing today is that this weekend has been exceptional...so here it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;br /&gt;had only two classes in the morning and slept thereafter...in the evening during one of my "naamkaran" sessions discovered that Hemant(the ruf n tuf baski player) had a soft heart inside....discussion started about romantic stuff and Hemant told us about how he had read "Love Story" while walking aroun M.G. road in bangi...wow!! .......Love Story hmmm thats a fantastic book and i remembered how in summers i couldn't simply put the book down and cried everytime i read it...then we started discussing Love Actually ....who likes which story.....why was this story better than that....and in the end &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;inta tempo aa gaya ki aakhir kar movie dekh hi dali&lt;/span&gt;. Fhir in the night i was getting sento by remembering the "summer chaoses" and just then Hari buzzed....this banda is a god...he so nice...although he is 4 yrs senior to me and we only had an acquaintance that none of us remembers ver well, but still he talks as if we have been friends for ever....so i shared the "link" with him and after that kya tha...Hari bhi shuru ho gaye apne bare main....but it really helped me to get over that sento mood.Ab raat ke 3:30 baj chuke the but the romantic friday didn't stop here.It continued even in my sleep as i dreamt of "her".......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;br /&gt;wow kya dream tha...man kar raha tha ki dobara so jaon but firstly neend nahin aa rahi thi and secondaly abhi ek accha khasa assignment bacha hua tha....hmmm but it was the perfect starting.....one point here that i had not even opened my books since last monday and desperately wanted to study....haan bahi padai karni thi....magar tempo nahin ban raha tha...but finaaly ab assignment banana tha to pad bhi liye thoda bahut.....but in the evening i was just jahndying around piyush room when i discovered they were watching "MonSoon Wedding"....kya mast movie thi....jitni bar dekho but man nahin bharta....lagta hain ki ghar ki shaid main ja rahe ho....and yes this sem after the engagement functions i have been feeling more close to my parents and home than ever...and make it point to talk to them twice a week rather than the scheduled one time....and yes the one thing i forgot about saturday was that friday night had seen heavy rains and saturday had ground on both sides of our block watter logged and the whole day weather reamined plesent adding to my mood..and yes saturday also saw the superspecial at mess and so got the best food since one month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;br /&gt;well by expected norms sunday till now has been a disaster since &lt;br /&gt;1.Its around 5:00 now and i haven't brushed till now(don't worry i haven't eaten or drunk anything till now)&lt;br /&gt;2.My assignment should have been completed yesterday but i finished it half an hour before&lt;br /&gt;3.I haven't had a bath sice friday morning&lt;br /&gt;4.I have a lot of things in mind but don't have the time to do them&lt;br /&gt;5.I am wasting my precious time by writing a blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still i am really happy and satisfied at this moment because&lt;br /&gt;1.I am feeling really hungry and its snacks time&lt;br /&gt;2.I have finally completed my assignment&lt;br /&gt;3.i am smelling like a pig and will have to take a bath right now&lt;br /&gt;4.Atleast now i am busy and not jhandying around although i should say very busy&lt;br /&gt;5.Finally i am writing  a blog&lt;br /&gt;6.Today i am going to call home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this mood continues for long but i am really sceptical since tomorrow the weekend gets over and with it brings 7 hours of classes starting at 7:30 and the submission of 2 assignments.....but i rather enjoy i the present...kal ki kal dekhenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-112462331965657524?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/112462331965657524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=112462331965657524&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/112462331965657524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/112462331965657524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-dil-goes-ummmm-ummmm-mmmm.html' title='My Dil Goes ummmm  ummmm mmmm........'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-112214325409999089</id><published>2005-07-23T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T11:27:34.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better part of Summer '05</title><content type='html'>Scorching heat, too much work, emotional turmoils, misinterpretted tickets and smiles, someone's acts of kindness were main features making the last of my sophomore days "memorable" and forcing me to go back with a rather heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;Queer behaviour and estrange attitude was the all i had to offer during the first week of my stay at home, doing nothing except reading and withinn a week i read Archer ,Dan Brown ,Danielle Steel.By the time second week came by i had already started to miss kgp and was thinking of coming back early....but then things turned around...came to know that  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bhiya&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;didi&lt;/span&gt; were having affairs and they had "enlightened" everybody at home about their intentions to settle down!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bhiya&lt;/span&gt; surprised me because it was not the same girl that he had shown me sometime before but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;didi's &lt;/span&gt; affair was quite surprising because i thought she was impeccable.&lt;br /&gt;Any ways there was excitement in the air since their respective choices were approved  and engagement dates were being planned out...my luck was still running high since 16th and 17th july were fixed for their respective engagements...ha just in time for me to return on the day of registration.&lt;br /&gt;The remaining days went about in shopping and arranging caterers, booking hotels, looking after guests and what not....but the worst part was shopping , my deeds took 3 days to find a suit then matching chappals and then matching jewellery uuffff......&lt;br /&gt;But the best part were the engagements itself....at first it felt very odd to call someone bhabhi....speaking truly i felt shy ,aneways it was really nice to realize that i have now become a devar and a sala too....danced really hard and made everyone in the family dance....&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in 2 years i didn't want to  come back to kgp and wouldn't have if there  hadn't been non availability of tickets.It was really hard to control my emotions but i managed not to cry at home but as soon the bus moved tears started to roll down....&lt;br /&gt;For the last one and a half or two months i have been riding an emotional roller coaster sometimes high and then suddenly having a steep fall...but i have one thing to say that i have never ever played fool with anyone and i really meant what i said.....hmmm....but some times destiny is not on ur side...&lt;br /&gt;Aneways i am really happy for both my brother and sister and wish them the best of life with their respective would be spouses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-112214325409999089?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/112214325409999089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=112214325409999089&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/112214325409999089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/112214325409999089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/07/better-part-of-summer-05.html' title='Better part of Summer &apos;05'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-111855626609527423</id><published>2005-06-11T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T23:09:25.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>Finally the day arrived when i decided to part with my hair.I have a bundle of mixed feelings, heartbroken becuz i took much pain to get them that long(and if u might be wondering what was the last time i had a haircut, it was exactly 6 months and 11 days back in november, when i was at home)but i also feel relieved since now i wont have to undergo the painful and the time consuming process of putting them into the right place.&lt;br /&gt;But i fear of not having regular baths anymore , because earlier i had to wash my hair everyday to keep them growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there are many reasons of me ditching my hairs::&lt;br /&gt;1.They were defying gravity i.e. instead of growing downwards, they curled and started growing upwards and since i respect Newton i had to show them the dust.&lt;br /&gt;2.Being long they were falling more than ever and i don't want to be bald so soon&lt;br /&gt;3.The last night was the humid of them all and i felt like tearing my hair.&lt;br /&gt;4.Its nearly the time to go home and i don't want my parents especially my grandma to be taken aback, considering the fact that i am still a proud owner of rather grand sidelocks and i would have to use all my persuading skills once i reach home.&lt;br /&gt;5.Having short hair makes u feel like Neo :-)&lt;br /&gt;6.Now people dont look at me as if i am a  maniac or a geek or someone from the song Dum maro dum....&lt;br /&gt;7.And the last of them all, if i do the "thing" , i need to look good and i have only 3 days left to do it , so wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if u are still wondering y i wrote this piece of crap, i have nothing else to do except while away time since i have lost the tempo to my project but still i am staying in kgp for "some" reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end i must say that if u have read it up till here u r in no different state than me and try doing something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-111855626609527423?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/111855626609527423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=111855626609527423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/111855626609527423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/111855626609527423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/06/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-111843028434033016</id><published>2005-06-10T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T20:10:20.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Now i have no idea what this is all about just that it seems like a chain which i am supposed to continue.People who are very curious can try to track back the trail starting from &lt;a href="http://iyerarchi.blogspot.com"&gt;Iyer's blog.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THREE NAMES I GO BY :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tidu&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(udit inverse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;romram&lt;br /&gt;chiku&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(my wingmates gave it to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sajjanharudit&lt;br /&gt;udit_iitkgp&lt;br /&gt;uditd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THREE THINGS I LIKE ABOUT MYSELF :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental nature&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(senti i mean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SideLocks&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(they look grand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplicity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THREE THINGS I DON'T LIKE ABOUT MYSELF :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;( in few years there will be none)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever increasing waistline&lt;br /&gt;Workaholic nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE ME :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junta&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;( i am kinda introvert)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snakes&lt;br /&gt;Speed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THREE ESSENTIALS :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(ha ha , bad one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a bandi in ur life&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;..(i have none)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility towards ur parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THREE OPPOSITE SEX THINGS :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding nature&lt;br /&gt;Brains&lt;br /&gt;Down to earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THREE THINGS I WANT TO DO BADLY RIGHT NOW &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Go home&lt;br /&gt;Training the comp to recognize hindi words&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(my project..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish off this THREE thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THREE CAREERS I AM CONSIDERING RIGHT NOW :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any type of coding job&lt;br /&gt;Research&lt;br /&gt;and if nothing happens i have my dad's jewellery shop(ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THREE PLACES I WANT TO GO A VACATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldives&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(read as MAL BANDIS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;Antartica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THREE KIDS NAMES I LIKE :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanav&lt;br /&gt;Ishika&lt;br /&gt;Priya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THREE THINGS TO DO BEFORE I DIE :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bungee jumping&lt;br /&gt;Code the MATRIX&lt;br /&gt;Find the right girl&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;( i dont wanna die lonely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://toerag.blogspot.com"&gt;Sangeeta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://absanonymousagain.blogspot.com"&gt;J&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sunnyblogs.blogspot.com"&gt;Sunny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the idea is to take the same questions and answer them on your blog, and inflict them on 3 blogs u read...it's simple)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-111843028434033016?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/111843028434033016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=111843028434033016&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/111843028434033016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/111843028434033016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/06/tagged.html' title='Tagged!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-111756435095657495</id><published>2005-05-31T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T11:32:30.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont read this one , u will not get it</title><content type='html'>I dont know what am i going to write , but still i will.&lt;br /&gt;I really hate the feeling of coming back from lab , willing to relax on Gol C, but not having anyone with me and when i see people enjoying i feel more desprate.&lt;br /&gt;Read J's blog abt friends and realized at this point of time i too dont have anyone whom i call a "friend".There are poeple with whom i work , with whom i joke, with whom i fight and with whom i go to chedies but still there is a void somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel really lonely and feel like there should be someone who can understand me, who can give his/her shoulder to rest my head upon and can patiently listen to the agony of my heart.however there is only one person in the world who can do this, my mom, but she is rather too far ,too busy in her daily chores and i really dont want to disturb her...&lt;br /&gt;the only thing left with me right now is by blog which obediently listens to me but i dont think that i like other people can manage it this way....i am rather desparte to have love showered upon me...but this is the reality and i will have to live it.&lt;br /&gt;i really hate coming back from Gol C..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current muisc:Robbie Williams -Feel(becuz its goes with me right now)&lt;br /&gt;Come and hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;I wanna contact the living&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand&lt;br /&gt;This role I've been given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and talk to God&lt;br /&gt;And he just laughs at my plans&lt;br /&gt;My head speaks a language&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel real love&lt;br /&gt;Feel the home that I live in&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I got too much life&lt;br /&gt;Running through my veins&lt;br /&gt;Going to waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to die&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't keen on living either&lt;br /&gt;Before I fall in love&lt;br /&gt;I'm preparing to leave her&lt;br /&gt;I scare myself to death&lt;br /&gt;That's why I keep on running&lt;br /&gt;Before I've arrived&lt;br /&gt;I can see myself coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel real love&lt;br /&gt;Feel the home that I live in&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I got too much life&lt;br /&gt;Running through my veins&lt;br /&gt;Going to waste&lt;br /&gt;And I need to feel real love&lt;br /&gt;And a life ever after&lt;br /&gt;I cannot give it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel real love&lt;br /&gt;Feel the home that I live in&lt;br /&gt;I got too much love&lt;br /&gt;Running through my veins&lt;br /&gt;To go to waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel real love &lt;br /&gt;In a life ever after&lt;br /&gt;There's a hole in my soul&lt;br /&gt;You can see it in my face&lt;br /&gt;It's a real big place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and hold my hand &lt;br /&gt;I want to contact the living&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand&lt;br /&gt;This role I've been given&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-111756435095657495?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/111756435095657495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=111756435095657495&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/111756435095657495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/111756435095657495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/05/dont-read-this-one-u-will-not-get-it.html' title='Dont read this one , u will not get it'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-111740594815517613</id><published>2005-05-29T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T15:32:28.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Days</title><content type='html'>Yes the days have really turned hot here at KGP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a lot of time i am finally enjoying my stayback here.I have got into a good routine , sleep around 6 or 7, wake up around 1 or 2 .By 3 or 3:30 i reach the lab.So i escape the heat either by sleeping or by being in the lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time from 12:00 to 6:00 is really exiting .The shear opulence of kb's room, my new revolving chair  and the cool breeze make my life really easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time in the lab has been spiced up more , since the bandis look up to me to play music(hey i along with JD have discovered how to play music on thin clients.....exiting na....)and every time they seem frust i make them more by putting up earphones....its real fun teasing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had started reading Archer but due to the scarcity of time had to leave it in between. Refering to time, its passing rather swiftly and i am sceptical about finishing my project till 15th since the work is getting tougher(but exciting also) and time is running out of hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good to hear that my friends are enjoying in Mumbai(http://gulegulzar.blogspot.com).Although i am not leaving any comments on the blogs i read , but still i am reading them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since to balance the things i have a bad news too.The yahoo messenger on my linux machine has crashed , so i will not be able to talk to u guys(see the irony :::my status message before crashing was "a man's silence is worth listening".....for some reasons which i have not conveyed till now, was hoping my silence could be understood.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalo guys got to go.......miles to code before i sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye,have a nice time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and haan sangeeta u can take the song ....becuz bandis in the lab dont like hearing too often :-))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-111740594815517613?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/111740594815517613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=111740594815517613&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/111740594815517613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/111740594815517613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/05/sunny-days.html' title='Sunny Days'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-111694992435181206</id><published>2005-05-24T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T08:52:04.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a state called frust.............</title><content type='html'>yes the demons of "frustness" have got a tight hold over me..&lt;br /&gt;ever since the day the seniors left one hour in the room seems like a whole day.even though the work i have is pretty interesting but since they excess of everything is bad , but i say not bad but boring.....&lt;br /&gt;well try to spend the day time in lab ,for some reasons:-) ..but thats not worth it .....if u ma be wondering wht r those reasons ::well there r 2 very very frust bandis from bhu doing some kinda project under some unknown prof...and in my state of hyperfrustness , these seem to me like "good"....i cant believe that i am writing this but......he he i know that i am at the peak of frustness but i cant help...&lt;br /&gt;and JD being my sole companion u can imagine my state...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be i need some dosage of home to get back to normal , but thats far away until 15 th june.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to spend this frust time fruitfully.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:i am not that not as frust as i seem to be , but may be today i am being a bit nostalgic...chalo koi baat nahin hota hain.....and one more thing , i would like to clear that i am not maroing any type of cali on these bandis,,,,people who r close to me know my funda of life...i only talk to bandis who r like sisters to me...otherwise i dont....he he ...u may be thinking that wht a maniac this man is but i am like this and there is no probs in admitting it..and if u r still reading then i have to say that u have no other work to do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curent music::woh lamhe woh baatein, even when i am sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalo bbye.&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-111694992435181206?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/111694992435181206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=111694992435181206&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/111694992435181206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/111694992435181206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/05/state-called-frust_24.html' title='a state called frust.............'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-111669993009547456</id><published>2005-05-21T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T11:25:30.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing u guys</title><content type='html'>abe sahi main aaj i was missing u guys.....&lt;br /&gt;while coming back from the lab  saw a lot of people at gol c..&lt;br /&gt;tum log yahan hote to baith kar bhaat marte .........ya fhir tinni aur main stars se shapes banate .......or tinni ka koi naya chu****pa kate....magar mazza aata yaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but koi baat nahin , u guys enjoying in mumbai , and me here...&lt;br /&gt;chal hope that we come online together...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-111669993009547456?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/111669993009547456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=111669993009547456&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/111669993009547456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/111669993009547456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/05/missing-u-guys.html' title='missing u guys'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-111660382579411830</id><published>2005-05-20T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T08:43:45.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed thoughts</title><content type='html'>well hadn't posted for long , may be nothing interesting was up , or may be i was busy in those treats bestowed upon me :-)thanx guys....will miss u a lot..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today was a day full of disappointment......&lt;br /&gt;the morning paper initiated it---&lt;br /&gt; 1.there was report on jharkhand where half the population hasn't even seen a car , but the ministers are planning to build a helipad costing lakhs adjacent to the gov. office even when one exits 2 kms away, on the pretext that it is too far....&lt;br /&gt; 2.Rahul Gandhi is not receiving any help from state gov. for development in amethi....abe yaar theres atleast one guy who wants to work and they are also shunning him out......&lt;br /&gt; 3.then the bigger one--America is developing a space based system to deploy weapons , which can launch attack any where in the world in a flash of time.....whats this....is earth proving too small a place, that they are taking this arms race to space.....&lt;br /&gt; 4.and then our own Advani 'ji' says that that the left parties are blocking the path to prosperity.....just see the irony.....his party has been sitting more outside the parliament house than inside ......and the guy talks abt country's prosperity....abe if he was so concerned y did his party stay out of the budget sessions....hypocrites.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think that i should be a politician , so that i could do something for my country.....but that's certainly not possible....:-)&lt;br /&gt;may be they should have a minimum criteria of education for a minister or even for that matter a mp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the politics wasn't enough , there were other downs....&lt;br /&gt;my project partner wrote a total piece of shit on the name of code.......or may be i was expecting too much out of him(hey yaar no offense to u, may be i am a little frust)...but the point is that  i will have to do it again :-&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and spice my life more , after watching o.c. 224 i realized that the season was off :-&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wondering that if there is a co-relation between weather and my day being gloomy together....well if thats so than i got better days ahead , becuz its mostly sunny at kgp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalo guys have fun.........&lt;br /&gt;cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-111660382579411830?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/111660382579411830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=111660382579411830&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/111660382579411830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/111660382579411830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/05/mixed-thoughts.html' title='mixed thoughts'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-111580862346817063</id><published>2005-05-11T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T03:50:23.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day Of My Life</title><content type='html'>It has been an aberrative day till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majorly becuz i got an Ex in COA , which means that i now will get a nehlli.wow it feels wonderful.I had to wait 4 semesters to make this happen.&lt;br /&gt;Reddy u will surely get a treat now as i had promised u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondaly , i got some substancial work from SS now it seems it will be fun doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly , toady i finally woke up early enough to for a 2.2 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourthly , today i am also happy for someone else.I heard that shaunak would get a 10.0 if he geta an ex in nss.may he get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalo bhai log bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:if any one wants to know his grades offline me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-111580862346817063?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/111580862346817063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=111580862346817063&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/111580862346817063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/111580862346817063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/05/good-day-of-my-life.html' title='A Good Day Of My Life'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-111566373119346944</id><published>2005-05-09T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T11:35:31.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adieu D-139</title><content type='html'>Finally the day has come when i have shifted to a rather clean environment .We had last cleaned our room in the beginning of the semester  and after that the room has turned into a store in which u can find every specie of lizards and insects, with hardly any space to sleep.Even the cobwebs had descended down to the table.&lt;br /&gt;but now its histroy as i have temporarily shifted to imzi's room .&lt;br /&gt;there are a few important points to note:&lt;br /&gt;1.imzi had the same brand of monitor , even the same model , which made my work half as monitor shifting was not required.&lt;br /&gt;2.the amount of other things(clothes and toiletries) that were shifted were negligible with respect to amount of electronic media shifted(both in quantity and surface area :-)  )&lt;br /&gt;3.imzi had left nothing to eat in his room :-&lt; .&lt;br /&gt;4.with kapil's room being the next one u dont have to worry abt music because  there is always some nice song going on. &lt;br /&gt;5.this room is atleast 4 times cooler than my previous room.&lt;br /&gt;6.i dont have a double bed to sleep as was the case with my previous room.&lt;br /&gt;7.the bathroom is really close by in contrast to the previous room.&lt;br /&gt;8.for the first time in the last one year i have taken the trouble of filling the water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There only 2 things i fear now:&lt;br /&gt;1.I think place is going to burn in the afternoon time.&lt;br /&gt;2.COA grades are near by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-111566373119346944?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/111566373119346944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=111566373119346944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/111566373119346944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/111566373119346944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/2005/05/adieu-d-139.html' title='Adieu D-139'/><author><name>Romram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09818521394278809071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DMbaA6zdbyA/S6kT6DCHuSI/AAAAAAAABRA/Fc60E1jckwA/s1600-R/9125_169692382015_520767015_3338144_7472365_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441488.post-111496662539386198</id><published>2005-05-01T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T09:59:47.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summing up the Semester</title><content type='html'>Last 4 months could be rated as second in terms of the quality of time which i have spent in last 20 years, although i dont remember the first five.&lt;br /&gt;The best time was those illu days and whenever i think of those chatais , the mess top specially , blood runs at twice the speed inside my viens and even now tears come to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to this semester i was really exited to see my cg card as it was a decent one and everyone else had makhoed.Then came the alumni meet , although i was not directly involved , i had those meals of lifetime at vikramshila and in one of the meals the only thing i ate was salad!!!Can u believe it.Also the alumni night at the hall was "mast" with some of the profs like PPC revealing the secrets of their days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once alumni meet was over then came the Sf and Kshitij.Really enjoyed strings , girls, the "jhula" at the arena, and of course perpz.Days before kshitij were damm packed with me and tinni tring to code and v did it for continuous 1 week and without missing any class(shabash shabash).Also kshitij helped me and tinni to discover a new friend for whom v worked day and night.Robotix was the only event i was able to see and it was great.(hats off to reddy and golu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mid sems were over it was the cpu load that took over and all the time during the days i was in the lab and during the nights figuring out what to do the next day.I even dreamt of the cpu.Finally i was among the batches who had completed the design in good time but till today no paper work has been done and i have got to submit the file in a few dayys .but the good thing is that tinni is willing to help me this time .I am lucky!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between came the hall elections and the final year farewell and the freshers trt by the new wing seniors.The treat was good but the most senti moment of the semester was the day when the 3rd years leaving for training , knowing that when they come back all the senoirs r not going to be there.even i had a heavy heart that day , 3rd years were going and final years are just abt to leave.God only knows how will v live without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly i am not in a mood to go home.I dont know why.!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10441488-111496662539386198?l=tiduhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiduhere.blogspot.com/feeds/111496662539386198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10441488&amp;postID=111496662539386198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10441488/posts/default/111496662539386198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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