<?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-6243668987194165674</id><updated>2011-12-22T22:56:01.656+05:30</updated><category term='women'/><category term='leisure'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='khali'/><category term='gyaan_p'/><category term='tamil'/><category term='personal'/><category term='Formula 1'/><category term='dusshera'/><category term='stupidity redefined'/><category term='kandu'/><category term='Eddie'/><category term='Arbit'/><category term='reality bite'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>When I was here,</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-7507118296315576804</id><published>2011-12-15T22:19:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-15T23:33:08.881+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbit'/><title type='text'>Time To Be Merry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In the mad rush to complete my applications for graduate programs at universities in the USA. Don't judge me. A combination of factors led to my applying this late. Apparently, the saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's never too late&lt;/span&gt;" has serious limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I completely forgot about Christmas. I was honestly perplexed when i saw most universities close down for the holidays starting from December 20 or so. Sigh. I shouldn't really be sighing. I'm a pig who got 3 months of holidays before i have to rejoin my final semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sleep now. I ll put up something worth reading this weekend. Muax. Bye!&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/6243668987194165674-7507118296315576804?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/7507118296315576804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=7507118296315576804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/7507118296315576804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/7507118296315576804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2011/12/time-to-be-merry.html' title='Time To Be Merry'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-8765160906979603028</id><published>2011-12-14T00:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-14T00:52:36.180+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie'/><title type='text'>Eddie #007 - Issues with Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Xo had lost his wallet for the Nth time and with it his credit cards. Xo was angry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xo: I'm sick of this! How can you be so irresponsible and absent-minded? You went to the supermarket and just walked out without it? Hows that possible!&lt;br /&gt;Xo: Give it a rest, will you? People lose stuff&lt;br /&gt;Xo: Not people, you!&lt;br /&gt;Xo: Listen .. There wasn't much cash .. and i ll get new cards in a week .. Credit cards are made keeping in mind that people will lose them ..&lt;br /&gt;Xo: You don't see me losing stuff .. EVER .. The last thing i lost was my watch when i was eleven&lt;br /&gt;Xo: Sucky Liar! The last thing you lost was your virginity!&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/6243668987194165674-8765160906979603028?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/8765160906979603028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=8765160906979603028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8765160906979603028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8765160906979603028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2011/12/eddie-007-issues-with-memory.html' title='Eddie #007 - Issues with Memory'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-8461624544357926297</id><published>2011-06-30T23:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-30T23:47:53.027+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>A personal note.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stuff i want to accomplish in 3 years; In order of priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Become strong enough to take part in any amateur adventure sport including rock climbing.&lt;br /&gt;# Learn hip-hop&lt;br /&gt;# Learn to play the piano&lt;br /&gt;# Learn some pole-dancing moves. (my motives is in no way financial gain)&lt;br /&gt;# Go to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;# Watch a Formula 1 race&lt;br /&gt;# Learn to bake beautifully&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/6243668987194165674-8461624544357926297?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/8461624544357926297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=8461624544357926297' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8461624544357926297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8461624544357926297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2011/06/personal-note.html' title='A personal note.'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-7990614134742219223</id><published>2011-06-08T09:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-08T09:49:35.076+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>To Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One of those times again .. I came upon the following quotes yesterday .. Thot i'd log em here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a long life and a merry one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                   A quick death and an easy one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                   A pretty girl and an honest one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                   A cold beer and another one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Irish Saying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The miracle is not to fly in the air, or to walk on the water,                    but to walk on the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chinese Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To succeed in life, you need three things: a wishbone, a backbone                    and a funnybone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Reba McEntire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Have a heart that never hardens, a temper that never tires,                    a touch that never hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Charles Dickens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="bodysi"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our Mutual Friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you are going through hell, keep going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Winston Churchill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Never take life too seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Life is what happens to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                   While you're busy making other plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;John Lennon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;" class="bodysi"&gt;Beautiful Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I hope life isn't a big joke, because I don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jack Handey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Life is like a ten-speed bicycle. Most of us have gears we never                    use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Charles Schulz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Life is too short, so kiss slowly, laugh insanely, love truly                    and forgive quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                   That it will never come again Is what makes life so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Emily Dickinson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here is a test to find out whether your mission in life is complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                   If you're alive, it isn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Richard Bach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-7990614134742219223?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/7990614134742219223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=7990614134742219223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/7990614134742219223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/7990614134742219223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-life.html' title='To Life'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-3910643265046526928</id><published>2011-05-26T13:21:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-02T00:12:20.658+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie'/><title type='text'>Eddie #6 - I seriously doubt it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo and Xo are walking. It's a balmy afternoon and the gift shop is a couple minutes away. They're talking of the seemingly nonsensical stand religion takes against abortion. They pass a clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xo: So these people would perform abortions, right? They don't seem to be christian.&lt;br /&gt;Xo: Who? The fertility and IVF clinic we just passed?&lt;br /&gt;Xo: Yeah .. They ought to have OB-GYNs in there ..&lt;br /&gt;Xo: I'm sure the doctors paid to impreganate people will be more than happy to abort a pregnancy.&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/6243668987194165674-3910643265046526928?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/3910643265046526928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=3910643265046526928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3910643265046526928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3910643265046526928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2011/05/eddie-6-i-seriously-doubt-it.html' title='Eddie #6 - I seriously doubt it'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-8240073522542770926</id><published>2011-05-23T19:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-01T23:05:24.128+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie'/><title type='text'>Eddie #5 - Thank God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo and Xo had just had a terrible fight. Xo was jealous of Xo's new colleague but wouldn't admit it. Accordingly to him, this new guy was hitting on his darling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. In the end, however &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; apologized for his stupidity and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; told him she'd forgive him. They made up and en-cashed the best sex coupon of a relationship: Make-up sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was so good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; couldn't keep from screaming "Oh God!" time and again. Fifteen minutes later n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; lies on the bed panting while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; bunches up the sheets about her and gets up. And as she makes her exit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; hears her say, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good that you know God doesn't exist or you'd accuse me of cheating on you with God!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (to himself) : And who the fuck ever told me sex makes problems go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-8240073522542770926?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/8240073522542770926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=8240073522542770926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8240073522542770926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8240073522542770926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2011/05/eddie-5-thank-god.html' title='Eddie #5 - Thank God'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-5686937796810615815</id><published>2011-05-14T01:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-14T01:22:41.975+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality bite'/><title type='text'>I am Pro-Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fiercely.&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I do not hate children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my peers don't seem to care about childbirth/motherhood related issues. Why should they? They're at least a couple of years away from getting pregnant, assuming they marry an arranged match. As much time as most girls of my age (i'm 20) spend talking about who's-going-out-with-who, no one really has an opinion on abortion. Many don't even realize that there's a global stigma surrounding this word and what it stands for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine chipped in saying that for most Indian girls, pre-marital sex is itself off the table and consequently, abortion would be an alien territory. I agree with him to a certain extent. Only someone who's been faced with the possibility of an unplanned pregnancy can even begin to have an opinion on abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get fairly agitated whenever people take a pro-life stand from a religious point of view. Take Christianity for example; Mankind's only significant goal in life as the many christians i've known have conveyed is procreation. So we built bridges, landed on the moon so we could all have babies? Recently, i happen to read this post by a female acquaintance on facebook; liked by about 5 women i know. Check it out yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lmYYQYVbjN4/Tc12s913rfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/F1UsdHlLiC4/s1600/fbabortion.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lmYYQYVbjN4/Tc12s913rfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/F1UsdHlLiC4/s400/fbabortion.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606267626032967154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Let's take a look at the situation in the usa. There are people burning down federal-funded abortion centers; Catholic hospitals don't house abortive pills. So if you're unfortunate to get raped and a samaritan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(read: smart ass) gets you admitted to a catholic hospital, you will not be given an abortive pill as a precaution. If you do end up getting pregnant with your rapist's child, then too bad darlin' cos there ain't a damn thing they'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India still happens to remain fairly neutral on abortion. Even though pregnancy out of wedlock is largely frowned upon, at least women in India still retain the right to their own bodies. However, what bothers me is that many young women today claim to be pro-life without any meditation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In a country of recurrent female foeticides and  infanticides, abortion by consent is a ray of hope for women who do not  want to ruin their future and the offspring's as well. A summary ban on abortion would leave thousands of women stripped of one of their last remaining rights as a woman; India being a male-dominated country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unplanned teenage pregnancy is because of unprotected sex or improper contraceptive measures. A large section of people suggest abstinence. I don't really see the relevance. I say i broke the vase and people tell me i should not have broken it the first place? You fix a problem with a solution. There's no going back in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get educated,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ladies.&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/6243668987194165674-5686937796810615815?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/5686937796810615815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=5686937796810615815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/5686937796810615815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/5686937796810615815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-pro-choice.html' title='I am Pro-Choice'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lmYYQYVbjN4/Tc12s913rfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/F1UsdHlLiC4/s72-c/fbabortion.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-5029037470024541281</id><published>2011-05-11T22:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-13T23:44:23.812+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><title type='text'>Few Things I'd Like the Govt to Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Indian politics has always amused me. It's an overt inside-joke; A joke that millions fight and kill over. Some things i'd love the Indian government to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - Quoting xyz, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think mosquitoes should be made our national insect; Then the government will try to protect them and they will become extinct."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macchar bachao andolan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - The government should pass a law that orders forceful female infanticide. The census of 2011 shows a sex ratio of 914:1000 (female:male), down from 933 in 2001. Already, there's talk of men in punjab not being able to find suitable brides given their dwindling sex ratio. My suggestion is sound; Given how much i detest sexism. I honestly feel India should go to doom for this. I'd like to see zero indian women in india. It'd then be a spectacle to watch how men procreate and go on to create "Men"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - Ban alcohol in Tamil Nadu. I'm fuckin sick of seeing stinky, dirty tasmac shops housing cheap liquor with a cake of dust covering them. Also sick of the uncouth bastards who get insanely drunk and go around town puking their bowels out! I don't care .. Let 'em drink the toddy shit and die .. We could do with a few less mendacious dirt bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 - Ban dupattas. Silly, i agree but i'm Fed Up of donning them every day! .. So i bare my breasts to the world .. What do u care? STFU, Watch and Enjoy (or don't look. As you see fit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 - Ban plastic. Anything from bags to buckets to bakelite. We Idiots obviously do not know how to dispose of them. We light em and watch em burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 - Adopt the eye-for-an-eye law. Man, would there be a lot of eunuchs walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 - Ban the Indian versions of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vogue &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marie Claire&lt;/span&gt;. Women here don't want to spend 100 bucks on a bra .. And they have Rohit Bal discussing his avant-garde line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-5029037470024541281?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/5029037470024541281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=5029037470024541281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/5029037470024541281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/5029037470024541281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2011/05/few-things-id-like-govt-to-do.html' title='Few Things I&apos;d Like the Govt to Do'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-938856543101335363</id><published>2011-04-22T23:53:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-23T00:17:03.170+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Romeo a.k.a. Guhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Long long ago (2008), my friend Gayathri chanced upon Romeo. He first laid his eyes on her orkut profile when gayu n me were still in high school. And he at once fell for her. He loved her truly even though he didnt even know what she looked like or sounded like. A love so pure. I have reproduced his love emails sent to her late 2008. I swear on science that I've altered nothing.&lt;br /&gt;For readers who do not know Tamil:&lt;br /&gt;"chellam" means darling/sweetheart. "jollu" essentially means to drool; in this context it is to drool over someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mail 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am not so cute and so bad,i think i am&lt;br /&gt;enough with this.how r u dear?even i dont know y i like to talk with u.but&lt;br /&gt;my heart loves u.i am very glucky person to have friendship with&lt;br /&gt;u.inneyveli were is ur house?my name guhan doing&lt;br /&gt;b.sc c.s at trichy.my house in near cbs busstand.when i say truely i have no&lt;br /&gt;many girl friends.only two.do u have google talk?were is ur house in&lt;br /&gt;neyveli.i am very fond of meeting u.if u like we can meet or leave it.as u&lt;br /&gt;r  from my city i am very eager to meet u dear gayu.wat r u doing?now r u&lt;br /&gt;staying in chennai?mobile no. is 9791701477 u call to this no. and ask to&lt;br /&gt;talk with guhan.we can talk.waiting for ur call dear.dont cheat me.pls&lt;br /&gt;gayu.shal i call u chellam?bcz i like to call as same.with love&lt;br /&gt;guhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mail 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how r u dear?wat is there in my scrap to u.i have not wrote any jollu.my&lt;br /&gt;heart loves u means dont think me wrong i coming to tell that i like&lt;br /&gt;u.ok.how r u?how is ur face?can u send me a photo pls dear.my photo will be&lt;br /&gt;displayed in orkut soon.ok.i may not be cute.but my heart is cute.even u&lt;br /&gt;may&lt;br /&gt;hate me,if u saw me.u may avoid to talk even.anyhow i like to be ur&lt;br /&gt;friend.were is ur housew in neyveli.when will u bye own mobile?atleast call&lt;br /&gt;me monthly thrice from any other pone pls.beg u dear.i not know why i like&lt;br /&gt;u.but when i scrap u and mail u i became very happy not know why.that&lt;br /&gt;means wat?sy straight u like me?love&lt;br /&gt;me?means u like me.dont get angry.tell truely from ur heart .waiting for&lt;br /&gt;u.pls shall we meet one tim alone pls.beg u dear.send me ur photo to my&lt;br /&gt;mail.if u like me truely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mail 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chellam enda reply panla?how r u?i love u da?wat r u doing dear?waiting for&lt;br /&gt;ur reply.then u love me?tell me straight.ok.waiting dear,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;However, Juliet never returned Guhan's love; Not even to one email. sniff.&lt;br /&gt;Buy, everyone.&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/6243668987194165674-938856543101335363?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/938856543101335363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=938856543101335363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/938856543101335363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/938856543101335363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2011/04/romeo-aka-guhan.html' title='Romeo a.k.a. Guhan'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-6593036226238231679</id><published>2011-04-20T22:07:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-21T07:40:42.581+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leisure'/><title type='text'>What do men think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went out today evening to buy some supplies and a fried chicken take-away .. To celebrate the successful completion of my third mid-semester tests .. So i'm looking at this pretty big billboard for Jockey .. There's a handsome model lying across on a bed in tidy-whities .. And then i think, who is this ad catering to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When women browse through a lingerie catalog, we're looking at the undergarment advertised .. We keenly observe what sort of support it would provide .. Whether its available only in cotton or do they have a line in silk, lace, etc .. We look at the price; the higher it is, the happier we are .. But, of course if you're a not-rich college student and you're going through a La Perla catalog, the $350+ tags will bring ur moods down .. But still you wonder how wonderful La Perla must be (i do) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's take men .. Only for about the past 2 decades, the metro-sexual attitude is beginning to get to men .. I'm not thrilled about it but its nice to date a man who takes just about more than 5 mins when he's getting ready for a date (Yes, ka .. you :P ) .. Real worry is when they join you for mani-pedis ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, coming back to my chosen topic for today, I was genuinely puzzled how the ad was gonna make more men buy their underwear .. Given how majority of India's or at least, Tanjore's male demographic is straight, i really do not understand how the handsome model can do the job he is intended for .. When we women see a beautiful model wearing something, we almost always want it cos we somehow delude ourselves into believing that we too would look as pretty as the model if we bought n wore the dress .. But i'm pretty sure it doesn't work that way for men ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what i wanna know is if that billboard would make a man want to buy that underwear.&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/6243668987194165674-6593036226238231679?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/6593036226238231679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=6593036226238231679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/6593036226238231679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/6593036226238231679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-do-men-think.html' title='What do men think?'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-7225521107448766289</id><published>2011-04-08T21:03:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-01T23:10:10.496+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie'/><title type='text'>Eddie #4 - Cocktail Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is doing her make-up at the dressing table as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; sits on the bed and looks at her dreamily.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Hey how was that indian restaurant you went with your colleagues today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Oh .. Horrible, actually .. Remember how i was longing to have idly? Well the chutney ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: What about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: it had a very nasty color. Tasted like tomato but looked disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Color? weird ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Yeah .. it was ummm .. Hey it was the color of the dress you're wearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: I'm wearing this to the party tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Beautiful, honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Yeah. Right.&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/6243668987194165674-7225521107448766289?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/7225521107448766289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=7225521107448766289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/7225521107448766289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/7225521107448766289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2011/04/eddie-4-cocktail-dress.html' title='Eddie #4 - Cocktail Dress'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-4510472892791603191</id><published>2011-03-30T18:57:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-08T21:28:48.291+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality bite'/><title type='text'>Dimpled Einstein (D.E.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In his late 20s, he's tall, slim, agile and has dimpled cheeks. He teaches us DSP. I make very few personal references in my blog but this man just had to be written about in my blog for lack of a better and far-reaching medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dumb Fuck managed to rub me the wrong way and 110 other students as well. His highly questionable English has taken a turn for the worse this semester. If last year saw his sentences interspersed with "okay"s at the rate of 6-7 per min, this year has exposed us to his "listen carefully" before the beginning of every sentence.&lt;br /&gt;And mind you, his source is almost always the internet; So much so, he recommended we use the site 'dspguru.com' to understand dsp better. What's the site's USP according to our Dimpled Einstein? The damn url contains the word "guru" in it.&lt;br /&gt;However, his mispronunciations are the best thing in the world. I've listed some of the recurrent ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D.E. says:&lt;/span&gt;__________________&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It really means:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sexan convolusan - - - - - - &amp;gt; Section Convolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;China Cars - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &amp;gt; Sine or Cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sifting Property - - - - - - - - - &amp;gt; Shifting Property&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pas ban - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &amp;gt; Pass-Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stowband - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &amp;gt; Stop-Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dissorsan - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &amp;gt; Distortion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casual System - - - - - - - - - - - - &amp;gt; Causal System&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To add to this shit, he makes us take 1.5hr long tests designed to be written in 2.5hrs&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/6243668987194165674-4510472892791603191?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/4510472892791603191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=4510472892791603191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/4510472892791603191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/4510472892791603191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2011/03/dimpled-einstein-de.html' title='Dimpled Einstein (D.E.)'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-3446291654708688859</id><published>2011-03-29T22:35:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-01T23:11:28.847+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie'/><title type='text'>Eddie #3 - Sweet Treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's Sunday morning and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; woke up early to make breakfast&lt;/span&gt;-- &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Spicy scrambled eggs and sauteed mushrooms . Lovingly she calls up the stairs to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; so as to wake him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Baby .. Breakfast's ready .. Wake up, honey&lt;br /&gt;(No reply)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Sugarpop .. pumpkin pie .. Wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(No reply)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Come on down, sweetie pie, hot muffins .. !&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; comes stomping down the stairs, indignant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: You Have No Right to lure me out of my sleep promising sweet treats!&lt;br /&gt;(He walks into the kitchen closely followed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: And you haven't made any!!&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/6243668987194165674-3446291654708688859?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/3446291654708688859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=3446291654708688859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3446291654708688859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3446291654708688859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2011/03/eddie-3.html' title='Eddie #3 - Sweet Treats'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-8813458074415627630</id><published>2011-03-15T23:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-15T23:34:01.987+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arbit'/><title type='text'>Random Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Abandoned my blog again .. tut tut .. Anyways, i got my hair cut .. pretty short this time .. and i kinda like it .. thinking of coloring it a fiery red -black .. Haven't felt convicted to write anything for a long time .. i have some loud music playing on my 2.1ch .. it's about 12am here and i don't care if I'm disturbing the ppl around my room .. And a friend earlier today dedicated a song to me .. "Re Offender" by Travis .. And boy was i offended! .. Anyways fuck that&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, ppl&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/6243668987194165674-8813458074415627630?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/8813458074415627630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=8813458074415627630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8813458074415627630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8813458074415627630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2011/03/random-update.html' title='Random Update'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-3141625595285765273</id><published>2011-01-23T08:49:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-14T01:41:53.229+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Respect, Honor, Dignity, Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Death is the inevitable, irrevocable end all of us are breathing towards; As endlessly numbered our days may seem to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I largely believe that death is hugely over-rated and life taken for granted way too much too many times. So much has the novelty quotient of death risen that people use it as blackmail. Those who habitually get their way by threatening to die, honor and value their life only as much as one playing playing Russian roulette.&lt;br /&gt;Like any teenager, I've contemplated suicide in the past. Of those dire moments, i recall how and why i chose to live. More than how painful death would be for me, for my kin and beyond the question of "what lies yonder?", what bothered me most about death is how I'd cease to live, cease to breathe and cease to feel heat and cold; Death did not seem worth giving up all the above and still does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching upon the theory of "life after death", it's one vortex one should wisely avoid. For all we know, there is nothing on the other side. We never wonder what happens to a fruit fly when it dies and what happens to the now dead dog. I'd doubt it if nature would treat a human being's demise with any less indifference than it would a dog's. Hence it's only sensible to understand we unnecessarily over-rate our death. It may well be as insignificant as any creature's. The only beings one demise affects are those who were fond of the now deceased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't ask to be born; Just sit through the ride and try enjoying yourself as often as possible and as much as possible and you ll realize all your woes are worth those moments of utter glee;&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/6243668987194165674-3141625595285765273?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/3141625595285765273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=3141625595285765273' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3141625595285765273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3141625595285765273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2011/01/respect-honor-dignity-death.html' title='Respect, Honor, Dignity, Death'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-7249412367236121735</id><published>2010-12-26T21:52:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-30T10:33:22.826+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie'/><title type='text'>Eddie #2 - Pin the Tail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Xo and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; are working in the lab. At least one of them is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: (whispering into Xo's ear) What color is your bra today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: We're working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Answer me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Yes. No. Not Often. Yesterday. Mars. -- Want more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: (unfazed) What color bra are u wearing today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: I'm not telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Is it black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;Xo: Is it red? :D&lt;br /&gt;Xo: Certainly, not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a couple minutes pass in silence as he stands behind her and plays with her hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: What happened? Did u again forget what the other colors are called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:  It's not black or red. So I'm not interested anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; walks away fiddling with his pen)&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/6243668987194165674-7249412367236121735?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/7249412367236121735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=7249412367236121735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/7249412367236121735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/7249412367236121735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2010/12/eddie-2-pin-tail.html' title='Eddie #2 - Pin the Tail'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-6813194828872250197</id><published>2010-12-20T22:13:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-30T10:34:19.381+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie'/><title type='text'>Eddie, my Eddie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As they love putting it, Eddie came with just a head .. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For those who are not familiar with Eddie or "they", i'm talking about the legendary death metal band &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iron Maiden&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; their mascot Eddie .. One can know more about Eddie &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eddie_the_head"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/f3/Iron_Maiden_in_the_Palais_Omnisports_of_Paris-Bercy_%28France_crop%29.jpg/300px-Iron_Maiden_in_the_Palais_Omnisports_of_Paris-Bercy_%28France_crop%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 182px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/f3/Iron_Maiden_in_the_Palais_Omnisports_of_Paris-Bercy_%28France_crop%29.jpg/300px-Iron_Maiden_in_the_Palais_Omnisports_of_Paris-Bercy_%28France_crop%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie appears in the background in each and every concert of IM and on almost all their album covers. Now, as a girl i'm normally expected to be fond of soft toys, dolls and the like. I, however, thoroughly dislike them. But eddie is one character who has a special place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a new series titled Eddie and dedicated to him; an attempt at comedy, quaint as my sense of humor is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDDIE by Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Acknowledgments&lt;br /&gt;Iron Maiden --Their music is fried chicken for my soul.&lt;br /&gt;All the great men I've known, esp Ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#001 - My way or the highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; have been together for 6 years out of which they've lived together for 2 years. Both are physicists, atheists, metal fans. That's all you need to know for now.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: You're going out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Yes .. My college reunion party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Don't go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Er ..  ohhhk ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: i love this new lipstick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Errr .. why .. should ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: lipstick? oh .. party? Cos i dont want you to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: you're going to--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: I ll drive you then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: You stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Why can't i go to the party???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: Cos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; just decided you are staying home. Pay attention, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; puts on a pretty skirt and walks out of the bedroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; flops over the bed exasperated]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/6243668987194165674-6813194828872250197?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/6813194828872250197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=6813194828872250197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/6813194828872250197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/6813194828872250197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2010/12/as-they-love-putting-it-eddie-came-with.html' title='Eddie, my Eddie'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-5452137695544809257</id><published>2010-11-21T19:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:53:56.661+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One of many others</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's one of those days when u don't mind being unproductive days. Lying on my bed all day, reading a little, watching a few episodes of classic FRIENDS and listening to a few good songs.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the only activity worth mentioning is watching a herd of goat/sheep grazing and lazing about on open grassy grounds as i sat on my bed, eating cake and looking outside the window. It was amusing to see how some ate furiously, few sat down with no care in the world and the few other sheep wandered about aimlessly. They all looked so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vertigo &lt;/span&gt;by Ashok Banker for the third time. A really beautiful book.&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/6243668987194165674-5452137695544809257?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/5452137695544809257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=5452137695544809257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/5452137695544809257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/5452137695544809257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-of-many-others.html' title='One of many others'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-6328785050124928710</id><published>2010-09-09T22:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-20T01:09:02.127+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Social Contract</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Social Contract" itself screams sarcasm, doesn't it? &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Human beings, by nature, are claimed to be social beings yet we have comfortably coined a contract that is&lt;/span&gt; set to regulate and supervise a face of human nature, which ideally should be spontaneous and uninhibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world, in my opinion, would be far less complicated. How many times have you wished that an acquaintance just got straight to the point where he/she asks you for a favor without putting u  thru mind-numbing exchanges of pleasantries? How many times i have wished that people just dropped the plastic smiles covering up their (sometimes illicit) agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people i know follow the social contract almost unconsciously, like it were hard-wired into them. Can we think out of the box from time to time? Why do most of us so placidly dismiss simplified living that comes without the unnecessary layers to a very very teary onion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urge people to be more straight-forward, cut all the crap n trash talk and approach a person upfront with what you originally intend to. I believe you can come across as too strong or even impolite the first time but consequent interactions shall undo any damage done and may even bring you more respect than plastic smiles ever could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i made any sense in the above post. All the same, i'm a no-nonsense person, even if this post proves otherwise.&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/6243668987194165674-6328785050124928710?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/6328785050124928710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=6328785050124928710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/6328785050124928710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/6328785050124928710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2010/09/social-contract.html' title='Social Contract'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-3783480064782421041</id><published>2010-09-05T00:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-05T02:52:26.342+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leisure'/><title type='text'>Ten Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today afternoon, i just typed out ten random words as they came to me .. no cognitive process involved .. They are as: &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ink blue, bad, hickey, outlaw, barn, vintage, scaffold, godfather, independent&lt;br /&gt;G came up with: coral reef, kissing, machines obse, nails, shoes, ice cream, wet grass, money, pacman, books.&lt;br /&gt;Pr came up with: God, drums, adler, sexy, fuck, jeans, underwear, nook, relax, bottle, pee, hard drive ##clean towel, wilson, space, fluctuation, shock, blast, collide, explode,combine, recover, head-on, nicaragua##&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i came up with this 'game' .. kinda fun tho ..  Lately i've been oddly reading up on political strategies and latest is the concept of 'false flag' .. i picked up the interest from massive attack's "False Flags" .. Beautiful track .. Lyrics are as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In city shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of clueless blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pays the views&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And no-mans news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blades will fade from blood to sport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The heroin's cut these fuses short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smokers rode a colonial pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drink and frame this pain i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm melting silver poles my dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You bleed your wings and then disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The moving scenes and pilot lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Modern times come talk me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And battle lines are drawn across this town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parisian boys without your names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghetto stones instead of chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talk 'em down cause it's up in flames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And nothing's changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parisian boys without your names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Riot like 1968 again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The days of rage yeah nothing's changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more pretty flames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In school i would just bite my tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now your words they strike me dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The flags are false and they contradict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They point and click which wounds to lick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On avenues this christian breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turns its heart to more needles please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our eyes roll back and we beg for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It frays this skin and then underscore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The case for war you spin and bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cells you fill screensavers feed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The girls you breed the soaps that you write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The graceless charm of your gutter snipes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The moving scenes and suburbanites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And smithereens got 'em scaling heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Modern times come talk me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The battle lines are drawn across this town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;English boys without your names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghetto stones instead of chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hearts and minds and u.s. Planes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing's changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And english boys without your names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Riot like the 1980's again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The days of rage yeah nothing's changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More pretty flames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-3783480064782421041?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/3783480064782421041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=3783480064782421041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3783480064782421041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3783480064782421041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2010/09/ten-words.html' title='Ten Words'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-3435468129027744294</id><published>2010-07-13T20:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-13T20:18:46.235+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Indians, movies, books.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Note: I mean no offense when I refer to Indians as “they” on occasions in the following post. The reason is simple: I’ve had an identity crisis for as long as I remember which has been made possible by my contrasting outlook, beliefs, interests and character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;--&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Movies have always had a very special niche carved out in most Indians’ hearts. I say ‘most’ because I’ve raised eyebrows each time I admit movies are only as special as a blue sky, thus making me a slightly tasteless exception.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Research for this post goes as deep as extracts from casual conversations I’ve had with my parents and grandparents as they shared their experiences as a young and growing individual. Movies, as I see, have influenced the Indian audience for several decades now. My mother speaks of lover peers of hers, who after watching a certain Hindi movies, the titles of which I do not remember, committed suicide jumping off cliffs, into waterfalls etc, all in their undying desire to be eternally bound by love (and may I add, stupidity).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We, Indians, by nature constantly swim in and out of reveries because reality, more often than not, chooses to be less than pleasant. Recalling from my own experience, one week into college, a friend’s friend woefully disclosed her disappointment at having ended up in a dull, uneventful institute. A little inquiry by us led to her telling us, “&lt;i style=""&gt;I thought life at an engineering college would be like the one in ‘Happy Days’.&lt;/i&gt;” &lt;i style=""&gt;Happy Days&lt;/i&gt; is a telugu movie which was a huge hit with the south Indian audience. The movie captures a very pleasant picture of a bunch of freshmen who fall in and out of love among themselves, set in a pretty-looking engineering college. Anyone who’s studied in an engineering college in India how totally fantastic the movie is. On the contrary, Indian engineering institutes are delightful if you have a taste for dark humor, sarcasm, irony and randomness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’ve never watched a movie starring Rajnikanth but in India, he is as well known as the Taj Mahal or tandoori chicken. Indian actors, once catapulted into lasting limelight enjoy a never-failing safety net in the form of a direct entry to politics. Actors who haven’t any more knack or knowledge on this topic than an unnamed professional, go on to get elected to the office of the state and later, to the parliament.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A casual questioning shows that the ratio of the number of people who prefer movies to books is heavily lopsided towards the former category. Let me present my completely amateur, unproven theory as to why. Watching movies is just easier than reading a book. There are only so many Nancy Drew and Sidney Sheldon novels that u can finish reading in under three hours. But the ‘time’ factor isn’t really a factor observing how Indians lead a relatively leisurely life; a claim supported by the undying love and loyalty they harbor for cricket, an annoyingly long sport, being made shorter as years roll on, in an effort to make it pass for a global sport.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So moving on, books require considerably more gray matter to effectively process the substance they hold. But movies or for that matter any motion picture or visual aid is impressed upon one’s mind requiring relatively less effort from the individual as compared to the written word. Books require their readers to read the text, process and grasp the meaning, imagine the setting by mapping the words and their implication to visual cues stored in their brains, until, at last, the reader is able to convert the words into a motion picture inside their respective heads, which most people will agree, by experience, is more ‘real’ than watching a series of fast-moving picture frames.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;All this led me to think how different or not different would the common Indian be if he/she read more books, even if it’s only a decent fraction of the number of movies he/she watches. Honestly, no one in my immediate family reads books on a regular basis. This piece of fact in addition to showing my family doesn’t have bookworms hidden away, also shows that qualifying an Indian by education or a decent profession can in no way raise the chances of him/her being a fan of the written word.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When we know, as a general fact, that education for sure develops a country, there’s also the fact that education can only go so far as teaching a person to identify and learn to use his talents and abilities. Who/ what, then, is to take care of the constant necessity to sustain the creative skills and to exercise the imagination centre of the Indian mind? It’s general knowledge that every organ, including the brain, atrophies if left unused for long periods of time. I do not imply that any Indian who doesn’t exercise his brain enough will terminate into an incapacitated vegetable but isn’t a part of us lost -- a talent/ skill with a potential to bring what man desires most: wealth, power, fame, happiness? (I used to draw appreciably well years ago before I stopped drawing. Now, my best ‘face’ on paper doesn’t even faintly resemble that of a human being.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It is a growing concern for me personally as I observe how uninspiring bulks of today’s Indian movies are. A couple decades ago, making a movie was an achievement in itself. Good movies stood as an epitome to human perseverance, resilience, dedication, toil and calculated risk. Whereas now, movies get made with a flimsy screenplay, good-looking faces christened ‘actors’, corporate firms funding the artless project just because the CEO/ proprietor wants to satisfy his whims. The tragedy doesn’t end here; Indians uphold very such movies and ditch the less ostentatious yet artful ones. In a stark and cruel contrast, writers still have only their pens to win them a publisher and hoping to find the right editor in whose heart their writing will strike a chord.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I accept trash movies get made all over the world but only in India do they have a sickly sweet stranglehold over the audience and only here do they afflict a delirium so convincing, it is so often misinterpreted as delight. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;--&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A long post indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6243668987194165674-3435468129027744294?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/3435468129027744294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=3435468129027744294' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3435468129027744294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3435468129027744294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2010/07/indians-movies-books.html' title='Indians, movies, books.'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-8805167020372071122</id><published>2010-02-16T22:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:50:54.352+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality bite'/><title type='text'>I am Grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A Not so beautiful Tuesday morning. I get ready for college. Start for the bus stand. Sit in the bus. The bus starts. Time to buy a ticket. I start tearing my bag apart. Why ? Because i cannot find my frickin purse !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always keep asking me why i don't maintain a purse and go around stashing money in four to five arbit places within my bag. I thought over this and got myself a tidy little black purse from home. I remember how meticulously i put in loose change into it today morning. And damn ! How i cursed myself for even paying heed to those idiots who gave me the "maintain a purse" advice. And then i remembered -- this is the fuckin reason why i never maintain a purse unless i'm on a formal outing. Because, of all the things that i usually take to places, i know i ll end up forgetting this one thing !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still tearing my notebooks apart when the couple sitting next to me noticed i was going crazy. When they heard i had forgotten my purse, they offered to pay for my ticket. 7 rupees. Gawd and i was able to fish out 2 bucks from my now disheveled bag. I decided it would be too cheap to give the 2 rupees to them. So i clutched it tight in my fist till it became almost as hot and flushed as my face !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, I thank you, Mr &amp;amp; Mrs. XyZ. (i was too embarassed to ask your names)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the cynical, ungrateful, bitchy me couldnt help thinking -- If i was not dressed as i was, or if i was not carrying doesn't-come-cheap electronic gizmo or if i was not wearing those diamond rings on my fingers, i wonder if they'd deem my unfortunate mishap genuine and help.&lt;br /&gt;Damn my impudence&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/6243668987194165674-8805167020372071122?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/8805167020372071122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=8805167020372071122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8805167020372071122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8805167020372071122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-grateful.html' title='I am Grateful'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-3079458995571038614</id><published>2010-01-25T22:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:35:44.794+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>A Proud Pessimist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In a sweet but angry exchange, one of my close friends today said, "Don't be such a pessimist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not offended at all. I hadn't thought out that label till now but i think i like it. It fits me. I'm gonna talk a little about myself today. Let's see how i came to earn this label. First things first, i don't trust people or even dogs, for that matter. But i always thought it'd be more fun that way -- keeping your senses sharp for any anomaly. Helped me in a huge way over the years. I'm what .. 19 now ? And i'm comfortably happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessimism, as i see it, is not a bad thing. It spells trouble only when u begin to anticipate breaking your leg on ur way to the kitchen. Pragmatic Pessimism is something i'd prefer. I did a little reading and found there is nothing as 'pragmatic pessimism' .. only 'pragmatic optimism'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are people so devoid of real-time happiness in their lives that while they're scared to be stupid (optimistic), they want to rationalize things by prefixing a 'pragmatic' ? .. Which is why i find more truth in pragmatic pessimism: where u are practical (which is ALWAYS better than the worst) but the fact that things will turn out worst-possible will always run at the back of your mind. If u have learned to control your calm, i don't see why not employ a few more grey cells to keep track of the possible worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're now wondering my definition of "pragmatic" is laced with optimism which i plan to trash anyway ? I thought that too. But then practical-pragmatic is weighing the nice-bad logically, right ? A how screwed can anyone's real-time chances get ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did i get out of being pessimistic pragmatically ? I can choose to be indifferent / vulnerable. Believe me, those two mental states dictate most of ur emotions. I like myself, this way .. i think&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/6243668987194165674-3079458995571038614?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/3079458995571038614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=3079458995571038614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3079458995571038614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3079458995571038614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2010/01/proud-pessimist.html' title='A Proud Pessimist'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-612138822295184602</id><published>2010-01-23T22:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:50:56.554+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Either Or</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today i removed the page element which provided links to blogs my friends kept. Most of them had either deleted his / her blog or stopped updating. I don't understand why. Lol .. May be i'm too jobless that i keep a regular blog ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-612138822295184602?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/612138822295184602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=612138822295184602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/612138822295184602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/612138822295184602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2010/01/either-or.html' title='Either Or'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-7397296683710637930</id><published>2010-01-23T21:58:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:17:50.470+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality bite'/><title type='text'>I am a cow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Happened a couple days ago. 7 30 am. On my way to the bus stand. calm, clear morning. I'm all fresh with just washed, still wet hair. I'm walking along the roadside (there's no pedestrian pavement). Out of nowhere, i hear the blaring horn of a motorbike speeding up the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road was 10ft wide and i was off the tarmac ! .. The fucker would blow the horn till he reached the next corner .. WTF .. And i starting wondering if i was a cow .. If u haven't guessed, i ll tell u why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horn originally fit in vehicles so as to help easy navigation when drivers came across stray animals or animal crossing. A loud horn would scare the poor farm animal off into the oblivion hence clearing the road for the vehicle. But in India, the horn serves any function but that. We here have 1000s of different horns to fit the owner's personality. Hence a motorbike can sound like a truck charging and a truck sounds like it's got ten horns mounted all being blown at once !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the fucking biker think when he came down the street blowing the horn ? Did he expect me to just fly and vanish into thin air the moment i saw him coming ? Or did he think i would jump right into the middle of road cos i was unusually fond of hurting myself in automobile accidents !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has this issue progressed that average, non-thinking citizens of India no more respond to horns. A bunch of ppl might be walking in the middle of the road and 20 seconds of blowing a horn gives u about a 40% chance that they ll turn around and move out of the way !  Wonderful, don't u agree ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will this stop ? .. How much louder do they intend to make the horns ? Till  majority of the population is deaf ? And since "cow" features in the post's title itself, let me tell u something very interesting about these meek, dumb creatures : When in India, u spot a cow lurking on / along a road, ur best chance to get around / past it is by NOT blowing a horn because if u do, the cow ll stand still till ur 2 seconds away from it and then it ll mostly stick it's hip or it's head outside just so it can get blood on ur bonnet / windshield.&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/6243668987194165674-7397296683710637930?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/7397296683710637930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=7397296683710637930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/7397296683710637930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/7397296683710637930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-cow.html' title='I am a cow'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-7135038079519771578</id><published>2010-01-20T22:05:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:36:11.861+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>"We'd rather do porno"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did not&lt;/span&gt; say that. Here's what happened - Lab got over. It was 5'o clock and the lab teach was done picking on me :) .. I head out n shed my coat only to done my pathetic dupatta. As s and r watch, i mutter, "If any one of u becomes the vc someday, please ban dupattas. Good for us (girls) and good for you (boys)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they weren't gonna let go easily.&lt;br /&gt;R : No way ! .. i wouldn't become the vc even they begged me to.&lt;br /&gt;Me : So, u don't wanna be rich ?&lt;br /&gt;S : There are better ways to get rich. Not like this !&lt;br /&gt;R : Yeah .. you're right .. We could feature in a porno movie than become the vc.&lt;br /&gt;[ S shows no reaction. So i'm genuinely puzzled. But turns out he hasn't listened to what R had just rattled out]&lt;br /&gt;Me : S, did u even hear what he just said ??&lt;br /&gt;R : I said, we could feature in a porno than become the vc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S's face, now, becomes so grotesque, it's beyond embarrassment. The discussion prematurely ends with s and me asking r to shut up. But i think r would've wanted to discuss which female artists they should include in the movie. As far as i'm concerned, i'm happy that r didn't want s n him co-starring. Phew&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/6243668987194165674-7135038079519771578?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/7135038079519771578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=7135038079519771578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/7135038079519771578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/7135038079519771578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2010/01/wed-rather-do-porno.html' title='&quot;We&apos;d rather do porno&quot;'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-3301534379687073785</id><published>2010-01-16T18:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-17T19:29:31.492+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality bite'/><title type='text'>Almost Worthless. Almost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Real Date: July 16, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in fact until a few minutes, i wanted to die. I've mentioned before that my desire to live life exceeds everything else. Today it didn't. Today the reason was the memory of my mother; The only person whose life i actually affect, affect it enough to make me love her as much as i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm fat and ugly at times but she continues to love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There have been times when i hurt her, really bad but she continues to love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There have been times when she hurt me, real bad but i continue to love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last time she recalled how when i was born to her, i was the most beautiful and smartest and not to forget, the most responsive doll she'd ever been presented with. She took it as her life's goal to educate me, to enlighten me, to strengthen me in a world which largely enervates you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cried after reading "The French Lover" by Taslima Nazrin. I felt so bad for the mother in the book. I go out of my way to not ever treat my mother that way. I'm not always successful; For all those times, i'm so sorry. I love you, mamma. Love you truly. You saved me again, today. Muax :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe style="font-family: arial;" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MKfDwChOoHI?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's because of her i have dreams today, i aspire to live life; She introduced me to the concept of ambition and living life. She's seen a lot in her life; It's so uncanny that i'm able to smell her aloo parathas right now even though she's miles and miles away from me. Today the group of kids she's trained to dance for a folk song are performing today. She sounded happy today. I love it when she's happy. I love my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the title, it's about my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-3301534379687073785?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3301534379687073785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3301534379687073785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2011/07/almost-worthless-almost.html' title='Almost Worthless. Almost.'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MKfDwChOoHI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-3342189994165112609</id><published>2010-01-07T22:34:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T00:57:30.170+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Glow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really don't understand how 18+ year olds derive any pleasure by putting up foolishly optimistic quotes. one went like, " Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself." .. Aren't we too smart to be taken by power quotes like these .. I wonder why people are so afraid of being practical. Take crap as it comes without sugar-coating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-3342189994165112609?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/3342189994165112609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=3342189994165112609' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3342189994165112609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3342189994165112609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2010/01/glow.html' title='Glow'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-8688268662120307786</id><published>2009-12-19T00:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-19T00:45:03.755+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Diet Pepsi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's bad .. Quite bad for your health .. But i had 1.2L of it in a space of five hours .. Bad .. Real Bad .. I wonder if it has enough caffeine in it to keep me awake all night .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, i went out to do a bit of shopping for supplies .. And took the wrong bus again .. I seem to be doing it too often these days .. But i secretly enjoy it too .. going around places u never know existed in the town .. knowing all the time that u are safe and not really "lost"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fried chicken i had today for dinner was the best i've had in tanjore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is falling rapidly. I definitely am doing something wrong. I'm scared !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weird post this is, isn't it ? .. May be it's the pepsi or the chicken or the hair loss&lt;br /&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/6243668987194165674-8688268662120307786?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/8688268662120307786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=8688268662120307786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8688268662120307786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8688268662120307786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2009/12/diet-pepsi.html' title='Diet Pepsi'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11398112920473656714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-8432280312555403002</id><published>2009-12-14T01:35:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-14T02:25:51.481+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gyaan_p'/><title type='text'>High High High</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lotsa nice new things happening .. Well ummm .. that was more of a mental note than anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm totally in love with leona lewis' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways, I just thought i'd put up some tips to help people look better .. Many people around me do many basic things wrong .. I'm no fashion expert but i'm said to have a decent sense of what n not to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yes, a lack of dressing sense may be a turn-on for some girls .. Anyways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt;&gt;For men who are short, shed any ideas of going low-waist with your jeans. Do not wear over-sized clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt;&gt;Use a no-shine lip balm to keep ur lips kiss-ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt;&gt;Keep your nails clipped. Do not tempt us (women) to wanna paint your gorgeous nails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt;&gt;Do not wear garish belts with huge nonsense buckles in a formal outfit. Puhlease !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt;&gt;Do wear clean, pressed clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lips__Ummmmaaah ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt;&gt;Kindly, NEVER leave your lips unattended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt;&gt;A good lip balm is a must even during the direst of times - Dry, chappy lips will not get kissed. &gt;&gt;Next, with lipstick, always see to that your upper lip is one shade darker than your lower lip. &gt;&gt;People with thin lips are advised to use earthly tones - red / maroon will make u look like a clown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nose__Haughty me !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt;&gt;To make your nose appear higher, straighter, dab a little foundation cream on the bridge of your nose. Then squeeze your nose across the bridge, making a stright line over your nose. Nest smudge it carefully togive an illusion of a straighter nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eyes__What's your story ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt;&gt;People with a dark complexion, kindly avoid kohl - makes u look like thieves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt;&gt;Never apply red / pink liners to define your lower lid. They make u look drunk (unless u intend it, of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Jeans__Comes down to this, doesn't it ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt;&gt;Color : for formal occasions DARK is the watchword .. irrespective of the color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt;&gt;Waistline : Low riding jeans enhance your flat belly (if u have one). While wearing formal flowing tops, wear a thin belt with a discreet buckle / lock. U don't want anything sticking out from down there !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Shoes__They talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt;&gt;Please Please don't wear sneakers n floaters with your salwars ! esp in my insti, girls wear nothing but flats ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt;&gt;Shoes with heels better your posture, round up your calves and make your walk more graceful n sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt;&gt;When on high heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  #While walking, place the heel forward first, followed by the toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  #At the stairs, walk placing only your toes, keeping the heel clear of the stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hair__More than a preening gesture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt;&gt;Pay proper attention. Follow your shampoo with a conditioner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt;&gt;Hair color as such doesn't cause hair-fall. It causes hair breakage which can be averted with conditioning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt;&gt;for straight hair, use a relaxant or a straightening iron to straighten your hair ends twice or thrice a week, so as to not let them get curled in awful directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The above things work for me .. And two things : Make-up is a grooming procedure, Looking good is not bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&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/6243668987194165674-8432280312555403002?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/8432280312555403002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=8432280312555403002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8432280312555403002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8432280312555403002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2009/12/high-high-high.html' title='High High High'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-702599863298933685</id><published>2009-11-19T23:36:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:58:01.938+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Clarity in the realms of Cacophony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cacophony is to what most people would associate the below genres of music :&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Death metal&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Metal&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above genres soothe me esp the bands : Opeth, Rammstein, U2&lt;br /&gt;Life has always been tumultuous for me, given the huge variety n number of people i'm in contact with, given my dynamic character. There are so many around me trying, trying very hard to fit a rhythm to life. I, kind of, have realized that there is no such thing to life. There may be 'routine', which interests no one anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to death metal by Opeth is pure joy. It's amazing how sounds come together to produce music that is highly intricate. Beyond this, the beauty lies in how each instrument produces music and a feel, often different from that of the song : Like different colored threads entwined to produce a heart-warming creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't type anymore .. Too ecstatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-702599863298933685?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/702599863298933685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=702599863298933685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/702599863298933685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/702599863298933685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2009/11/clarity-in-realms-of-cacophony.html' title='Clarity in the realms of Cacophony'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-2631862362397659507</id><published>2009-11-11T22:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:29:46.089+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khali'/><title type='text'>Here and back again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Aaah .. A really long time ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in hospet, k'taka .. My baby cousin naming ceremony tomo .. Gonna get to dress up .. Hopefully, there are some appropriate watchers to watch. There's gonna be an open bar too but i'm quite sure not a drop ll go down my throat .. I'm the hosting family n damn, i'm a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few months have been quite eventful as far as friends are considered .. Picked a few up ..  Dropped a couple .. Things are going awesome with msk ! .. Plus, my birthday went by in mid october .. Got a samsung star mobile phone from mom and a sexy apple itouch from my guy .. Good ppl i have in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me let u know that i'm gonna post regularly from now on .. Got a pretty stable internet connection at last .. Chal i'm bored now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-2631862362397659507?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/2631862362397659507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=2631862362397659507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/2631862362397659507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/2631862362397659507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2009/11/here-and-back-again.html' title='Here and back again'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-1389062359871207600</id><published>2009-08-12T19:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:33:24.059+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality bite'/><title type='text'>Great Transition There</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Disclaimer : The article does not advocate ANYthing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TASMAC (Tamil Nadu State Marketing Corp) controls the sale of any kind of alcohol in Tamil Nadu. Anyone who wants to set up a business of selling liqour will have to obtain a license from tasmac, including pubs. Every drop of booze is marketed by the board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TN went from banning alcohol to regulating booze by tasmac. Great transition there. The projected objective for this action was to reduce deaths n alcohol related fatalities by consumption of untested / country alcohol. But the picture is very different indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The turnover of tasmac as estimated in 2007-2008 was 10,000 crores INR. Yes, i do appreciate the heavy taxes levied. But no price tag is too unaffordable for a man who guzzles down booze like water. One can see tasmac retail outlets in the most inappropriate of places. These include Bus Stations, pedestrian infested roads, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And let me not get your imagination to go too far. These stores look so horrid that one wouldn't even touch a bottle bought from there. Their boards are a discreet dirty green. The shop houses really cheap-looking alcohol. I'd want to paste a pic of one typical store just so u get the idea .. But then i'd dare not go anywhere near a store ! One of my friend once described a tasmac-run bar. He said,"The place was so damp, eery .. I was scared when some drunken bastard would come hit me!!!" ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wondering why ? Cos tasmac caters only to the low-income group. People who can hardly or not afford alcohol. Men who consume booze to show how manly they are by later beating up women in their home. Tasmac was handed the alcohol regulation in order to help the stinky situation of the poor. But no, all it has done is increasing profits by over a half - By achieving monopoly. If at all their aim was to control alcohol-induced harassment cases, then why allow a "wine shop" by every street corner ? .. LOL .. Misunderstood intentions ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One section of the society who suffer a disadvantage are those who are rich enough, provide for their families, drink responsibly. Purchasing premium liquor in Tamil Nadu is virtually impossible. Though good liquor is served in select hotels, it is priced manifold times ! This almost clearly shows what tasmac aimed at was not "regulation" but just more money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, I've heard a few few shops have opened in Chennai which sell good liquor ("good" by tasmac standards), But then well-to-do people live outside Chennai too. Sigh ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Says someone in a forum--"There has been news about making some of the TASMAC shops more comfortable. Well, comfortable, even --- currently they are just road-side counters without even a chair. But I think they will continue to be places for a heap of guys to stop and get drunk before driving their bikes home to beat their wives..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is it Sad ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-1389062359871207600?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/1389062359871207600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=1389062359871207600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/1389062359871207600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/1389062359871207600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2009/08/great.html' title='Great Transition There'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-4316653326312368319</id><published>2009-07-01T12:06:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:49:16.406+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality bite'/><title type='text'>Excited Minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;I have had Kalam's book "Ignited minds" for about four years now .. Never red beyond a meagre 50 pages .. Anyways this post has nothing to do with Kalam's work ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u can remember, i've already done a post on sexuality and india in "&lt;a href="http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2009/02/india-promotes-homosexuality.html"&gt;India promotes Homosexuality&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" border="0" class="gl_link" style="font-family: arial;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; .. This is another one under the same broad taboo-ed genre ! .. Hmmm .. so msk, the other day was telling me of an article he read in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;India Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://indiatoday.intoday.in/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=48579&amp;amp;sectionid=30&amp;amp;secid=0&amp;amp;Itemid=1&amp;amp;issueid=109" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Read it here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I also happen to watch this highly sordid french movie yest called "irreversible" .. For me, personally, sexual assault always has sounded very alien .. Having been in the company of decent people all my life, it is very difficult to imagine what rape is like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dictionaries define rape as sex without either partner's consent .. It is quite hard to imagine how u could hump someone while they're screaming and howling with pain .. Sounds very non-sexual to me !! .. It is pure exploitation imo .. u might hate me for this, but i believe that a rape experience, at some point, will be taken into a victim's stride and life might go on whn the trauma ebbs. The worst case is murdering the person u just exploited. Not only do u traumatize the person u raped, but u also take away his / her right to live !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can't talk anymore .. really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-4316653326312368319?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/4316653326312368319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=4316653326312368319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/4316653326312368319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/4316653326312368319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2009/07/excited-minds.html' title='Excited Minds'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-8576948608441106880</id><published>2009-06-24T12:42:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:09:33.973+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leisure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khali'/><title type='text'>As Dumb as This May Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi .. First day of third sem .. Very vetti in college .. Now i feel i should've continued the bloody Maverick and Mildcube series a little longer .. Wasn't it fun .. I thought so ..&lt;br /&gt;The prof who handles thermal engg course for us seems one hell of a bloke ! .. Not a doubt ... He's an iitm btech alumni ! .. MS from univ of NY .. Very interesting and accommodating .. Only problem is, he may be religious .. he is obviously spiritual .. Don't know what apathyists like me should do when he asks us to pray in class !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm .. I should start taking college n course work a bit seriously now .. First year was a very lazy passing .. And honestly, the weather is not too bad here .. What more i got a new dressing table at my room :D .. Mom bought it for me ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think that this sem is going to be different .. In almost every way possible .. Hopefully it's fulfilling by december .. lol .. I have another forty-five minutes now .. No idea what to do .. Can't keep typing crap like this anymore .. Will blog soon !&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/6243668987194165674-8576948608441106880?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/8576948608441106880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=8576948608441106880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8576948608441106880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8576948608441106880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-dumb-as-this-may-sound.html' title='As Dumb as This May Sound'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-5900496065655991745</id><published>2009-06-22T19:12:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:29:36.583+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Maverick and Mildcube III</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi ! .. This ll mostly be the post that ll seal the .. say .. the trilogy ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take it from where we left .. Tenth grade wasn't very memorable .. classwise or our friendship wise .. Then enter eleventh grade .. She took bio .. while i took cs .. The fun started only in twelfth standard where we discovered how good friends we could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all the other girls would spend every break to study study study .. We'd stand by this old almond tree and chat the time away .. Gayu was even ready to ignore her bio teach ;) .. She ll tell u what happened .. After that that teacher HATED me .. Mrs.Bio who thought gayahtri was a genius in life sciences, thought i was ruining her student .. muhaha .. Then came the possibly most relieving ceremony in our lives .. The school farewell ... Man how happy we were .. To finally get away from this hell-hole .. fourteen years had been too much ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter college .. We regularly call each other .. Talk .. Gossip .. Discuss .. Kid around .. It's been memorable and fun .. As gayathri puts it aptly .. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If a friend means something to you, you ll keep in touch .. there doesnt occur the point of missing them&lt;/span&gt;" ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://elurym.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Maverick's post here&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/6243668987194165674-5900496065655991745?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/5900496065655991745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=5900496065655991745' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/5900496065655991745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/5900496065655991745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2009/06/maverick-and-mildcube-iii.html' title='Maverick and Mildcube III'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-5559242349813465064</id><published>2009-06-18T13:18:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:06:47.557+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Maverick and Mildcube II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The E.T. Era, The Novel Era&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just in case you were thinking of the Extra Terrestrial - E.T. .. then you're so wrong. Because it is E.T. = English teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; .. Why ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;continue to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.. you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;will know why ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this was back in ninth grade when this beautiful 50ish lady happened to be our English teacher. She, to be honest was the very definition of "timeless beauty".. "Gracefully aged"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and as you could expect, gayathri n me were really fascinated with the english language (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i read John Keats and gayathri would read anything that came her way ) &lt;/span&gt;and readily got fascinated by the E.T. too. The E.T. was entertaining, mysterious, annoyingly graceful. I loved the way her very short otherwise dark hair carried these very smart streaks of grey right above her forehead .. LOL .. I wonder if i could bring myself to describe any other woman this well, without a hint of jealousy.. So much so, gayathri even got a poem written on her in french by her brother !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we, ninth graders, the E.T. was what we wanted to be when we hit 50 .. Knowing well, that would be fantastic given are non-lean bodies ;) .. As we didn't expect, E.T. turned unfriendly soon as the year progressed. She deliberately ignored the both of us. She was so sarcastic with us to the point it seared our hearts (cmon .. some dramatization) .. Towards the end of the term, we realized, we had been fools .. When i say we had suffered at her hands, believe me, we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere around this time in eighth-ninth grade, very much taken by enid blyton .. mark twain .. charles dickens .. nancy drew .. hardy boys, both of us successively hit upon the idea of being a novelist. I remember how we kept thinking of western names for our characters n how anita, our friend wrote the names in a scrap of paper .. I still have the paper with me .. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of us, if u remember right, wanted to write mysteries / thrillers .. My protogonist would be Ken.. Hers was Jennifer jones .. The most pathetic part is, i actually wrote one whole novel (if u can call it that .. Even my guy wouldn't read it ! ) I'm tired now .. &lt;a href="http://elurym.blogspot.com/"&gt;Check gayu's post at her blog&lt;/a&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/6243668987194165674-5559242349813465064?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/5559242349813465064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=5559242349813465064' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/5559242349813465064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/5559242349813465064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2009/06/maverick-and-mildcube-ii.html' title='Maverick and Mildcube II'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-3900473305816079161</id><published>2009-06-13T15:22:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:47:20.021+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Maverick and Mildcube I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi .. Gayathri a.k.a. Maverick and I have been very good friends for the past years now .. We thought it might be a good idea to make a series of posts dedicated to our long and quite eventful friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us (as cheesy as this may sound) were classmates in kindergarten. But as four-year olds we knew little of being friends etc etc. Years passed by as Gayathri continued to dwell in some niche in my mind; now, just as a name. I'm able to recall one time in fifth grade when almost the whole class was pestering her to tell them what her mom's name was ! .. What the .. And she was refusing to utter a syllable .. I wondered why .. But bein as aloof as i used to be, i chucked the whole matter .. Then i don't remember when, but she told me her mom's name and added, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please don't tell it to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;" -- -- (No .. Dw .. Her mom's a normal doc .. Gayu did make a big deal then .. But if u ask her, she ll have a thorough justicfication for her .. erm .. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first lasting impression of Gayathri was this real Victorian snob .. lol .. Let me tell you how she helped me draw that conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;One day at school during the break, in eighth grade :&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey .. You don't have a bad structure u know .. You don't wear jeans ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gayu : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(head held high) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;know what to wear and what looks good on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My thoughts &lt;/span&gt;: (what the ..... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day while discussing music :&lt;br /&gt;ME : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I loooove Ricky Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gayu&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; : I listen to ABBA. They're really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Geez .. In what times are we living ? 80's ?? .. Girl .. Do u know there;s stuff like pop ? rock ??&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, we became friends .. Friends with a lot of differences .. Check her blog for &lt;a href="http://elurym.blogspot.com"&gt;her version.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come .. Ciao !&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/6243668987194165674-3900473305816079161?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/3900473305816079161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=3900473305816079161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3900473305816079161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3900473305816079161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2009/06/maverick-and-mildcube-i.html' title='Maverick and Mildcube I'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-8993309129624660985</id><published>2009-06-12T12:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:21:49.518+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>The perfect execution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I counted today .. I have exactly 7 black tees' now .. The black tee week will start anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So .. Life .. Death .. Most of the time, i feel life is under-rated and death, over-rated. The other day, i asked a friend what she'd do if she found her boyfriend cheating on her. She quite fervently said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd kill him. And i'd kill the other woman too.&lt;/span&gt;" I asked her why she'd want to kill them to which she replied that people like them didn't deserve to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Bad people (cheating, manipulating, scathing, scheming included.) may not deserve to live. So what do they deserve ? Is it death ? Death may be perceived as most severe of all tortures / punishments but i prefer to disagree. Which is more painful .. kicking the shins of a live person or a dead one ? Which is more damaging .. Robbing a live person's assets or a dead one's ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that suffering while still alive is far worse than dying. Seconds of intense pain in the end is shades better than years of pain. Many times, when people are hurt, they seem to resort to killing their offender, not realizing that they could be dealt with, legally and actually be able to kill the person while he is still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL .. I sound like i'm one big scheming *i**ch, don't i  ? .. Anyways, the whole point of this post is that, all of us, at any intense moment of negativity must always stay on the legal side of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Crime may be one which gives u minimum risk of being accused. The perfect execution, however, imo is the one where the law helps you do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-8993309129624660985?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/8993309129624660985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=8993309129624660985' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8993309129624660985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8993309129624660985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2009/06/perfect-execution.html' title='The perfect execution'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-2548105466605543802</id><published>2009-06-08T17:00:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:53:39.193+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leisure'/><title type='text'>Feel like a millionaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feeling a little bad that i haven't blogged for sometime now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, i wanted buy parmesan .. it was priced at 280 bucks for thin thin slice .. No .. I'm not that rich .. Still, i looked at the package to confirm if it came from France .. No messiuers .. It was made in kodaikanal !! .. Man .. so much cash for some filthy cheese from a hill station in a tropical, non-cheese eating country ? .. no thanks !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been making some really yummy non-indian dishes these hols .. made a very very yummy sub, spaghetti, burgers and awesome awesome coleslaw :D&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/6243668987194165674-2548105466605543802?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/2548105466605543802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=2548105466605543802' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/2548105466605543802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/2548105466605543802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2009/06/feel-like-millionaire.html' title='Feel like a millionaire'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-4192345663959351436</id><published>2009-06-04T20:57:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:25:22.169+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khali'/><title type='text'>What was i thinking ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What was i thinking when i vigorously typed out my gmail password in the post title text box ? .. Have been pretty jobless these days actually .. Going to pondy this weekend .. should buy a cool bathing suit .. searching for outlets now, actually ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omegle.com has been a spot of humour for us lately .. I'm a standardised 21 f b'lore .. msk oscillates between a 21 m india and a 19 f .. baar is 16 f nice(france) .. i forgot what gayu likes being.. lol .. Anyways all of it is a lot of fun .. You should check it out too ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-4192345663959351436?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/4192345663959351436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=4192345663959351436' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/4192345663959351436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/4192345663959351436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What was i thinking ?'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-888412454614360813</id><published>2009-05-25T09:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:39:51.408+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khali'/><title type='text'>Hey .. I turn to you !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Love the song .. LOVE it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways my sem exams are under-way .. Will be home again in another week .. Will post hopelessly from then on .. Mean while, enjoy the song !&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/6243668987194165674-888412454614360813?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/888412454614360813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=888412454614360813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/888412454614360813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/888412454614360813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-i-turn-to-you.html' title='Hey .. I turn to you !'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-493525093016962926</id><published>2009-04-05T10:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:09:18.194+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khali'/><title type='text'>The beggar's disciple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yes .. Yes ..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It is me .. The disciple that is .. Today this guy came along our street and kept playing this annoyingly weird instro which pretty much sounded like rubbing a wet hand against glass .. This 'musical' lasted for about 10 mins .. At the end of which i was actually rocking my head to-n-fro to the rythmic 'playing' .. Now I'm thinking how it'd be if i actually went to him and asked him to teach me how to play that supposed instro ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chucking that, i got this sorta uncomfy request on orkut which read, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;hi priyanka m ur junior ...........nd i like ur style so mchhhhhhhh...hope u accept me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; .. I didn't know whether to smile or flinch .. Well i did both .. But what i found weird was this : I practically hated my school .. Was immensely happy when it at last came to an end .. i'm in touch with like 2-3 people from my school now, some times you just cannot believe that the fact of u hating ur school has little impact of what people think of you .. Even when u no more exist in that place / circle .. It's sorta nice .. But then again, i am like anybody .. It weirdly feels unfair to have my persona being appreciated .. When all throughout my life, most found it weird n unacceptable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw .. In the blogger posting page, the icon which lets y add an external link always looks like a green frog to me with bulging eyes .. hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing .. I have this very unusual style of blogging where each paragraph in my posts not only add more ideas but completely unrelated ones =)) .. But i find this coming on slowly into my convo's with people .. Sometimes topics change every minute .. Annoying to few .. But i think it's quite funny ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways .. ciao !&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/6243668987194165674-493525093016962926?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/493525093016962926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=493525093016962926' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/493525093016962926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/493525093016962926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2009/04/beggars-disciple.html' title='The beggar&apos;s disciple'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-6624676122449702630</id><published>2009-03-22T20:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:37:50.032+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>This is too good but true :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt;&gt; My guy saying i have a very appropriate n good sense of dressing :D&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Can't get the song "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rehna Tu&lt;/span&gt;" from Delhi06 outta my mind .. awesome !&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; I've almost lost all my face-fat .. Face looking much more structured n toned :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; The people i enjoy hanging out with are the most unlikeliest given my peers' imagination. But then, i don't give a damn !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. :Sometimes, living through a difficult time, perceiving each and every one of those grueling moments, will see you come through as a better person. Happened to me. I'm even a little grateful. Most of the inner battles n doubts in my mind have come to rest. I'm much happier.&lt;br /&gt;I Feel Lucky&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/6243668987194165674-6624676122449702630?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/6624676122449702630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=6624676122449702630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/6624676122449702630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/6624676122449702630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-too-good-but-true.html' title='This is too good but true :)'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-6618576212988542511</id><published>2009-03-15T18:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:02:40.838+05:30</updated><title type='text'>NFS is Sexist !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm an ardent lover of NFS ! I love being followed by police cars ! But then .. after all these years, i realise that NFS is sexist ! Man .. As if we didnt have enough of that already .. It feels really weird when they say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lose the race and your girl is mine&lt;/span&gt;" .. Girl ? MY girl ? WTF .. They honestly honestly should do something about this ! Why not ask me if i'm a dude or dudette when i'm creating my profile ? .. Then I'd get to hear something like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lose the race and your guy is mine&lt;/span&gt;" .. Ahem ahem .. That sounds weird now .. like that racer guy and my guy are gay .. yeeks .. ok chuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living in this locality for about 4.5 months now .. everyday i pass this petty bakery which which reads something like "pekkri" written in tamil (You see.. tamil has no 'b' sound) .. This, everyday, would bring a stupid guffawish smirk to my face .. Cos "pekri" in kannada means an utter fool ... Now cmon .. How does one name his own shop "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fool&lt;/span&gt;" .. LOL .. Now i know why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sony &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Samsung&lt;/span&gt; had to go that extra mile so i don't laugh at them !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i finished reading Ayn Rand's "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Fountain Head"  &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Atlas Shrugged"&lt;/span&gt; in the reverse order .. Liked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Atlas Shrugged"&lt;/span&gt; more .. May be cos Dagny was more appealing then Dominique .. And interestingly, It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;agny and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;ominique and it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;earden and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;oark .. Pure co-incidence, i promise ya !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-6618576212988542511?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/6618576212988542511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=6618576212988542511' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/6618576212988542511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/6618576212988542511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2009/03/nfs-is-sexist.html' title='NFS is Sexist !'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-1708268953316686273</id><published>2009-02-23T21:06:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:26:16.325+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gyaan_p'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>India Promotes Homosexuality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah .. Yeah .. Yeah .. Just today someone told me that homosexuality isn't legal in India. But then, when did legality count here. With India's rich cultural heritage beautifully portrayed in movies like "Water" and India's growing economy like in the "Slumdog Millionaire", I'm quite shocked by what i've been observing lately !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So .. Anyways, assume a boy and a girl go walking on the road .. they stop and exchange a good kiss .. Mostly they ll be attacked by the moral police .. Why do they do this ? .. Why is it sooo difficult for them to just go about doing their business ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is kissing ? an expression of love, wrong ? obscene ? When these wretched hypocrites go abt smooching their 1+ wives in respective bedrooms ? Yuck .. Whatever .. But there's just one thing i'm curious about : Why do they indulge in moral policing ? What is it that strikes them "disgusting" enough ? I thought of a few possible reasons ..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Their wives would never kiss them in public in fear of being seen with a pair of pig-lips !&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; He's never got to kiss anyone .. gone humping first thing, always i guess !&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; He's plain jealous that not a hag looked at him when he was 20 !&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; His wife(s) is a prude and has taken up celibacy !&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; He's plain jobless !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if i saw a couple doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; on the road side, at the most i ll walk by with a amused look on my face .. cmon .. live porn .. where's it not welcome ? ;)&lt;br /&gt;[No .. i don't watch porn .. it disinterests me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah .. coming back to the actual point, all this makes me think, deep down, India somehow in some unimaginable angle is promoting homosexuality ! .. My friends n me can't stop thinking the vast possiblities of erm ... in college hostels .. twosomes .. threesomes.. polysomes .. (did u know .. some of the rooms in my col has as many as 10 people in a single room .. WOW .. imagine that ! .. A good rainbow party they ll throw for themselves ;) .. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However merciless or grouse this may sound to you, this is how our minds think .. and i don't give a frickin shit ! .. They don't mind two girls holding the other's hand and walking on the road .. They think it's harmless friendship for life ..  friendship ? .. Hmmm .. Muhahaha .. !! ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days when u talked to no one of the opposite sex and u were talked of as a chaste and well-brought piece of shit .. Today, if you are a guy and u dont talk to girls, and don't have a girlfriend either .. then there may very well be a group of people thinking you are a sure shot gay !&lt;br /&gt;YAY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-1708268953316686273?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/1708268953316686273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=1708268953316686273' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/1708268953316686273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/1708268953316686273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2009/02/india-promotes-homosexuality.html' title='India Promotes Homosexuality'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-4879539733064826139</id><published>2009-02-06T11:31:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:48:37.992+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality bite'/><title type='text'>Days of the Year aren't jealous of Feb 14 anymore :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.hindu.com/2009/02/06/stories/2009020657590100.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't get it .. People say : put nothing in paper, cos it may be held against you .. India may be one of the rare few countries where a 80-yr old with more than 3 wives is elected s the Chief Minister .. Or nincompoop who's had more than 50 film releases, starts a political party on his own .. WHAT THE FUCK !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if a guy who is unmarried is with an unmarried girl and roams on the streets or hols her hand .. or dines in a restaurant, he is gonna be forced to marry her .. wait wait wait .. Only on Feb 14 .. right .. How dumb can these people get ? .. It's funny if u see it my way .. Don't they understand that people who date on Feb 14 will date on any other day as well .. So what's with the whole Valentine's Day stigma ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feb 14 is receiving extra extra attention in India ! .. Cos it's an understood taboo .. Just like sex .. Now people wonder why it's such a taboo and end up getting AIDS (2.5 million is not too big a number, is it ?) .. Since we very well know how reliable law-enforcement is in India, couples ll definitely prefer shifting their Feb 14 plans to another date .. Meaning Feb 14 will lose it's status in India but the dating will go unabated .. So good news for the Other Days of the Year .. Feb 14 will now get as much less attention as you guys get .. dont you worry honeys' .. Big daddy - culture conservationist has taken care of it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun ! .. cya !! .. And Just a teaser for Mr.Feb6 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:QETR9wee94FgrM:http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c6/thanhnamau/Valentines/2ValentineHearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 168px;" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:QETR9wee94FgrM:http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c6/thanhnamau/Valentines/2ValentineHearts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/6243668987194165674-4879539733064826139?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/4879539733064826139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=4879539733064826139' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/4879539733064826139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/4879539733064826139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2009/02/days-of-year-arent-jealous-of-feb-14.html' title='Days of the Year aren&apos;t jealous of Feb 14 anymore :D'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-780198394218621478</id><published>2009-02-02T19:50:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:10:01.152+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leisure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khali'/><title type='text'>Mosquitoes commit suicide in My wash basin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ya .. I woke up today .. i reluctantly thrust my toothbrush into my mouth and i see about a dozen mosquitoes lying in my basin .. all dead .. Man .. what should've caused those guys to commit suicide .. Anyways .. who cares&lt;br /&gt;And the other day, msk n me saw some pigeons mating !! .. (i say "some" and not "two" since pigeons are not governed by fidelity laws .. are they luckier ? .. hmmm ) .. Cha .. There are no lizards in my room .. One of my favorite pastimes is seeing them doing it .. sigh ..&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i'm quite happy today .. my col has declared hols one-on-one .. leaving tom for home .. i heard TN is doing this as a sign of i-dont-know for the unrest in Sri Lanka ..  There are three assignments yet to be completed .. but then who gives a shit ? .. thanks TN !&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/6243668987194165674-780198394218621478?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/780198394218621478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=780198394218621478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/780198394218621478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/780198394218621478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2009/02/mosquitoes-commit-suicide-in-my-wash.html' title='Mosquitoes commit suicide in My wash basin'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-6622906923773308620</id><published>2008-12-25T18:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:47:34.844+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SEE .. !! .. I couldn't even type "Blogging" properly in the last post .. fuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-6622906923773308620?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/6622906923773308620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=6622906923773308620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/6622906923773308620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/6622906923773308620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/12/see-i-couldnt-even-type-blogging.html' title='SEE .. !! .. I couldn&apos;t even type &quot;Blogging&quot; properly in the last post .. fuck'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-4012029717470033262</id><published>2008-12-25T18:13:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:34:28.342+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality bite'/><title type='text'>Hell - O !  : 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi, .. no unnecessary pleasantries to exchange this time .. cos i have the creeps coming .. may be i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; lost my bloogin ability .. but i wanna grant myself pity owing to the fact that i'm dc most of the time (This "most of the time" period is where i'm itching to blog on some really coooool post) .. And when i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;online, my stomach's always full .. so i can't think .. even now, i'm typing this post at about 25 words per minute .. Sad .. Real sad ..&lt;br /&gt;Btw, got my own lappy .. things hopefully should get better .. I'm worried !&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/6243668987194165674-4012029717470033262?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/4012029717470033262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=4012029717470033262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/4012029717470033262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/4012029717470033262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/12/hell-o-2.html' title='Hell - O !  : 2'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-2754111969290226257</id><published>2008-11-12T19:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:28:50.590+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Hell - O !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hi Hi .. So it's been a long time, ain't it ? how many of you committed suicide cos i played traunt from september ? .. erm .. anyways i have been astronomically offline (does that make any sense ? ) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my exams coming up on Monday, but then, who frickin gives a damn .. And something funny .. people at my hostel suddenly discovered what shiny hair i have .. My guy is happier than ever as this fact is getting more established by the day .. OMG ! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple days back, i had a very very memorable bus 'ride' from Thanjavur to Neyveli. The bus was ABSOLUTE filth. What should have been 2.5 hours took 5 hours. And i realised something. It's not some air-conditioned bus with reclining seats with a leather upholstery that i expect, but just a clean .. CLEAN place to sit and travel ! .. Why do we, Indians who take so much care is keeping our homes spic n span dont give a shit to keeping our surroundings clean ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They impose a fine when you smoke .. (well, ppl havent stopped lighting up) .. why dont they mash up your shins if you piss in public ? Just because you have a frickin penis ! ..&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/6243668987194165674-2754111969290226257?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/2754111969290226257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=2754111969290226257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/2754111969290226257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/2754111969290226257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/11/hell-o.html' title='Hell - O !'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-4655591178201229994</id><published>2008-08-30T21:23:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:11:18.525+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><title type='text'>Great Old Englisss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When it comes to India, the language base is highly eclectic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, it's only natural that none of us, Indians are native English speakers. Even less, have the correct knowledge of English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, on my way to Pondicherry for a casual holiday, this is what a car's rear window read :  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bra Driving School"&lt;/span&gt; ..ahem .. Don't know if you appreciated that .. Either ways ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;This is what the banner of a modest 20' x 20' shop selling booze reads :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SLlyYtF7DlI/AAAAAAAAADU/xcIefp-DTis/s1600-h/plaza.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SLlyYtF7DlI/AAAAAAAAADU/xcIefp-DTis/s400/plaza.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240345410169146962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Even more funny (assuming the one above was funny :| .. ) is what i got to read as my bus passed thru Tiruverumbur today :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SLlyYx2iOyI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZUPjRm8uY9M/s1600-h/hindi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SLlyYx2iOyI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZUPjRm8uY9M/s400/hindi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240345411446782754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I speak hindi .. er .. guruji .. By what 'method' did you teach us hindi ? Is it better or or or at least as good as the "North Indian Method" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Here is another comedy .. there was a building under construction and this is what a simple banner in front of it read :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SLlyYvSwFjI/AAAAAAAAADM/3a0TuWgP7FY/s1600-h/jesus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SLlyYvSwFjI/AAAAAAAAADM/3a0TuWgP7FY/s400/jesus.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240345410759824946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;The other day, msk and me where just walking the streets in Trichy .. There was this restaurant that claimed it had air-conditioning, but even from the outside one could see that it was not so .. Then on observing the banner more carefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SLlyYRN0LgI/AAAAAAAAADE/Y3UqR7CssvU/s1600-h/hotel123.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SLlyYRN0LgI/AAAAAAAAADE/Y3UqR7CssvU/s400/hotel123.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240345402686057986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hope you enjoy reading&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the post as much as i enjoyed making it .. and yes :| ..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i used Paint .. was too lazy for ps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-4655591178201229994?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/4655591178201229994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=4655591178201229994' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/4655591178201229994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/4655591178201229994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-old-englisss.html' title='Great Old Englisss'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SLlyYtF7DlI/AAAAAAAAADU/xcIefp-DTis/s72-c/plaza.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-3605006790563044048</id><published>2008-08-21T21:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:43:00.048+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khali'/><title type='text'>World's most ****ed-up college</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No .. I'm not naming it .. cos i'm also a part of it .. So .. we had this tuesday and thrusday off . working on saturday and sunday .. ok ? .. now .. this is ll continue forn two more weeks .. how bloody enterprising ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, have my tests from wednesday.. so this week shouldn't be very difficult (coping with the working weekends that is) .. Anyways had a very sumptuous lunch today with msk .. had crab for the first time .. what an adventure .. lol .. ate fish after a very very long time .. it was nice, surprisingly ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then .. what else is up .. hmmm .. yeah .. twisted my ankle on tuesday evening .. wasnt too serious .. still bunked wednesday .. Btw .. i made this post only and only cos i was completely vetti .. Hope i was of some help to you in helping you continue wasting time ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime,&lt;br /&gt;Ken&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/6243668987194165674-3605006790563044048?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/3605006790563044048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=3605006790563044048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3605006790563044048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3605006790563044048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/08/worlds-most-ed-up-college.html' title='World&apos;s most ****ed-up college'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-5822726557464024096</id><published>2008-08-17T09:21:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-17T10:07:39.857+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leisure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khali'/><title type='text'>Croc skins, Turtle backs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was watching "Feast Bazar Year" on Discovery T&amp;amp;L .. They were showing Damascus .. And what a lay .. erm .. i mean, what a spread .. They sell croc skins .. turtle backs .. all reptile shit like they were carrots and beans .. wonder how (il)legal it is .. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And talking of feasts, the past two days have been a banquet time at my home .. lol .. what ever i like .. how much ever i want of it :D .. wonderful .. na ? .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyways, mom tried in vain, in fact failed miserably in trying to persuade me to extend my holidays .. lol .. so ll be leaving this afternoon most prolly :) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw i'm deeply disappointed with the boys in my class .. some 61 in number (boys alone) .. they are yet to start giving proxies !! cmon guys .. buck up .. And yet to meet a blogger from sastra .. :( .. Such a big passion of mine .. and no one to share it with .. haaa ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey .. i got to swap phones with msk this week .. a samsung F700 .. what a grand beauty .. lol .. Now i'm bent on buying a touch phone (when i get to, that is :| ) .. The F700 is not even out in India .. I'm looking to test-use an iphone (is that possible ?!!) .. let's see ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had rava dosa for breakfast .. and it's lying heavy on my stomach .. gotto go sleep :D .. i know it's been a very eclectic post .. lol .. but who cares ? ..&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/6243668987194165674-5822726557464024096?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/5822726557464024096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=5822726557464024096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/5822726557464024096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/5822726557464024096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/08/croc-skins-turtle-backs.html' title='Croc skins, Turtle backs'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-5654024042680262306</id><published>2008-08-15T18:56:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:52:15.067+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leisure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khali'/><title type='text'>18 Days Hence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hell-O .. Eighteen days into my colleging and things are fine. Now, I'm home for the weekend and ppl are harrowing me with "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How is college ???"&lt;/span&gt; .. I really wanna say "frickin vetti and kick-ass time-pass" .. But since that may not be accepted by the supernatural mortals who labour to ask me how is college, i need to end their divine curiosity and interest with an "Ok :) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm .. But heyy i have no inhibitions with you people.. Know why ? .. Cos you actually don't give a damn .. And are most prolly are reading cos you're so jobless .. Now now .. One solid improvement i have made in the past two weeks has been my telugu (no dw .. it's still pathetic) .. thanks to the people i hang around with .. all brainees ;) .. Rahul, Teja, Abhi, Swetha, Madhukur, Shubhoday, Jayadev .. nice people ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worst of worst .. me in some latent lunatic trance agreed to be the rep for girls .. with Shubhoday maning the boys CR thingy .. talk of staying low-profile .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the seniors are being unbelievably nice .. trying to get us into clubs they manage .. Surprisingly enough, the art form clubs have auditions and crap .. but the supposedly-more intensive tech clubs have no induction procedures .. they take in the entire herd .. yes, herd :| ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, dinner now .. ll post more before i leave on sunday .. catchya .. ummah .. bye :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-5654024042680262306?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/5654024042680262306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=5654024042680262306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/5654024042680262306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/5654024042680262306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/08/18-days-hence.html' title='18 Days Hence'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-5991053830235549492</id><published>2008-07-26T10:56:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:22:30.029+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khali'/><title type='text'>Leaving .. At Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The wait has come to an end; The four months to go ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The three months to go .. The two months to go .. The one month to go .. The two weeks to go .. The  two days to go .. Has at last come to "One day to go" ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, today's my last day at home before i start my ug .. lol no soppy feelings .. just needed to record this date at my blog .. Leaving tom morning to Thanjavur .. Thinking now, i virtually am leaving home once and for all .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; sitting at home for years .. lol ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited .. Stilll a little concerned if i ll get bored of stuff as i always seem to do ..&lt;br /&gt;Might not fit here .. But the pink rose .. my favorite ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SIq7UIIPpPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FLr7w6CvKoU/s1600-h/Image343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SIq7UIIPpPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FLr7w6CvKoU/s320/Image343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227196271970723058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-5991053830235549492?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/5991053830235549492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=5991053830235549492' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/5991053830235549492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/5991053830235549492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/07/leaving-at-last.html' title='Leaving .. At Last'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SIq7UIIPpPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FLr7w6CvKoU/s72-c/Image343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-3541080567368482041</id><published>2008-07-17T19:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:04:00.970+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Here's a little ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I dont know what to call it .. but came across it in my copy of Wren &amp;amp; Martin's .. I estimate it to have been written in early 2006 ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Three years have passed and I've written nothing but fiction. Life just seems to have been stalled in that field sometimes, only to be caught back by reality. I want to write non-fiction but don't know where to start. There are so many things to tell; So many people to talk about; the many relationships made, broken; the endless chain of events  - Yet so less words to express - success, grief, disbelief, unaccepted failure, surprise, despair, reflection, delusion, heartbreak (not exactly) and what not ?&lt;br /&gt;Pivoted, I don't even know what to do to set things right. Things aren't so messed up as they appear to be.&lt;br /&gt;The television, i love it dearly, yet long to hate it. I watch it; yet am not addicted to it; like the tinge of lemon remaining on the tongue - what do i mean ?&lt;br /&gt;I quite don't know what relations am building. Exempt love. the girls at my school, the teachers, OMG !! I've always been the object of curiosity, so it isn't so strange when teachers stare at me, suspect etc me and girls like, hate, envy and admire me. But sometimes, it's too much to take, but as it sinks in, i begin to enjoy what not all get to enjoy. I don't know if i'm humorous but i'm talented; It's eccentric for me, there has not been a day when I was one of the crowd, i want to experience getting lost in a mob; but still don't want to, who wants to let go of attention ?&lt;br /&gt;Delusion is the new dimension; My friend sharing my interests has begun back-biting; dreadful, yet i like her dearly. I let go of all things easily, but to forget it all is difficult. It's so mysterious and yet alluring and musical. My, my heart gets heavier as i write this, as if air were lighter than feelings. the problem is, I can't feel these at all times, some kind of amnesia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how / where i wrote it ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-3541080567368482041?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/3541080567368482041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=3541080567368482041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3541080567368482041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3541080567368482041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/07/heres-little.html' title='Here&apos;s a little ...'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-9206483884307091971</id><published>2008-07-17T17:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:14:43.117+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leisure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khali'/><title type='text'>Weather  Cock</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A &lt;a href="http://aswinc.blogspot.com/2008/07/incessant-proselyte-19-years-have.html"&gt;recent post in a friend's blog&lt;/a&gt; inspired me to do this .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have possibly been the only kid to never have said, " I wanna become A Doctor !! "&lt;br /&gt;Dont know why but medicine never struck like a career made for me .. lol .. But i had quite other fancies ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was 12, i wanted to do genetic engineering.&lt;br /&gt;When i was 13, i wanted to become a psychologist, cos i met a really beautiful psychologist then .. (didnt realise i was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; beautiful) ..&lt;br /&gt;When i was 14, i wanted to do aeronautics.&lt;br /&gt;When i was 15, i decided i wanted to get into computers and then managemnet&lt;br /&gt;When i was 16, i was bent on getting into iit and getting into an iim and working my ass of in bengaluru .. for IBM may be&lt;br /&gt;When i was 17 .. ahem .. that is NOW .. i want to get out of India as soon as possible .. and get my mba from Wharton ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go ..&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/6243668987194165674-9206483884307091971?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/9206483884307091971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=9206483884307091971' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/9206483884307091971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/9206483884307091971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/07/weather-cock.html' title='Weather  Cock'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-2085026602537048732</id><published>2008-07-12T13:12:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-12T19:11:05.817+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality bite'/><title type='text'>Were i Aditi ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This post elaborates my first point in the previous post ..&lt;br /&gt;Whenever someone said i was having a real nice life, i used to say, " Don't worry i know i will take the reality bite some day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who had actually thought it would come this soon ? Not me.&lt;br /&gt;Early this week, i had my aieee counseling. The ccb guy had goofed my reservation status up. I asked him to correct my category to obc .. But he refused .. he said, " I have to change too many things now .. So i won't." .. My bloody educaton was hanging by a flimsy gossamer strand and he sliced right through it .. just like a bullet catching you right in the gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then i gave up. Not on myself, but on this country. I did not feel sad. What the guy had done to me must have been a day-to-day transaction for him .. fucking up potential students' lives .. I heard VL telling me yest .. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finish your UG, go to chennai; two months and then get out of this country. &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the ccb guys, now i know where not to settle in the near future. There must have been at least one incident in your life where someone could've done something to help .. But they wouldn't have .. desptie knowing that they are the only ones who can help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i wonder .. Is there anything in India that cannot be bought ? jobs .. justice .. education seats ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw .. the explanation to this post's title .. get the &lt;a href ="http://vickyatwork.blogspot.com/2008/05/lyrics-kabhi-kabhi-aditi-zindagi.html"&gt;lyrics and translation here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="audio_id=19224623&amp;amp;audio_duration=1309.88&amp;amp;valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/3/20/1825276/JTYJN.mp3" src="http://odeo.com/flash/audio_player_tiny_black.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" name="audio_player_tiny_black" align="middle" width="280" height="54"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-2085026602537048732?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/2085026602537048732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=2085026602537048732' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/2085026602537048732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/2085026602537048732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/07/were-i-aditi.html' title='Were i Aditi ..'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-6520521278271508834</id><published>2008-07-10T14:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:51:56.841+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality bite'/><title type='text'>Beginning of the End</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Some things i have learnt in the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; If things are already going bad for you, people who can better your status will actually reduce you to further hopelessness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Yet again, life is a game of cards, once dealt, you need to play the best game out of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Luck is something India is very full of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; If you are a girl, India is not the best place to be born in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Love by itself, may not be blind. But people do become blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Dreams are supposed to only motivate you, not consume you. Yes, this is a consolation because i cannot live them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Even when you are feeling worse than anybody, even when the bullet has caught you right in your gut, still you need to manage others feigning stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this has been a very erratic and a very emotional post. I let it pass.&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/6243668987194165674-6520521278271508834?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/6520521278271508834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=6520521278271508834' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/6520521278271508834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/6520521278271508834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/07/beginning-of-end.html' title='Beginning of the End'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-2838522269228150006</id><published>2008-07-05T10:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-06T10:29:36.022+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leisure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Fourth rate comedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ya, I'm gonna intro you to fourth rate comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# My 10 year old sister wants to know why one has to get married to have kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Why don't dogs need to get married to have puppies.&lt;br /&gt;(She has a point you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# I'm entering the bath. Karthik makes a move to his bag near the bath.&lt;br /&gt;I say, "Hey it's ok, I ll go alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# My cousin asks the shop-guy for toilet paper. He says, "Toilet paper i don't have. I can give sand paper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# A guy happened to look at my pictures. He says, "Some of them were scary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# For those who have seen the recent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reliance mobile&lt;/span&gt; Ads, the signal bars, at the end of the Ad go from a slanting array to a straight one. So, if you just discovered you're straight, reliance offers you its "Digital Sound Clarity".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# I shell out 16k for a new digicam. My dad asks where it had been manufactured. I wrongly blurt out 'China'. My sis : "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even my toys are 'Made in China' .. You paid SIXTEEN THOUSAND Rupees for a 'made in china' camera ?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-2838522269228150006?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/2838522269228150006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=2838522269228150006' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/2838522269228150006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/2838522269228150006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth-rate-comedy.html' title='Fourth rate comedy'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-1007065433085494419</id><published>2008-06-26T17:35:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:22:30.417+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality bite'/><title type='text'>For Muffy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For those who don't know / can't remember what / who Muffy is .. He was a 1.5 yr old Boxer dog .. Fierce, concerned, capricious, sensitive and male, He was one of most vivacious things that i had ever seen ..&lt;br /&gt;Mama and attha haven't stopped crying .. It seems mama saw froth in an unconscious muffy's mouth and rushed him to the hospital .. Lying near muffy was  a dead, shredded chameleon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, from some 1 in the night yesterday, the recovery attempts began at the local vet's .. It's 5:46 pm now .. Muffy died about 3 hours ago ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The muffy guy always liked to go after lizards etc .. This time it was a chameleon .. poisonous, least to say .. This wasn't the first time either .. Once muffy bit at a lizard and suffered fits attack but was saved in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This time things just didn't work out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SGOJVQIRGCI/AAAAAAAAACY/wTtZ8w-w6OI/s1600-h/DSC00350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SGOJVQIRGCI/AAAAAAAAACY/wTtZ8w-w6OI/s200/DSC00350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216163791625066530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-1007065433085494419?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/1007065433085494419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=1007065433085494419' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/1007065433085494419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/1007065433085494419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-muffy.html' title='For Muffy'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SGOJVQIRGCI/AAAAAAAAACY/wTtZ8w-w6OI/s72-c/DSC00350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-4675242205992081713</id><published>2008-06-23T08:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:09:03.145+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leisure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gyaan_p'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khali'/><title type='text'>Been 4 days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mahiyaaaaaa .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wish you see yourself the way i see you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You shine just like a star Mahiyaaaa ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cos' you're my only pyaar Mahiyaaa ..&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- scccccreeeeeeeccccchhhh -- quash -- waush -- crushshsh --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, the online counselling (for the aieee btw) is due to start today .. June 23 .. but then ccb.nic.in shows nothing that even remotely resembles the online counseling link .. Now you know why am out here blogging away this early in the morning .. Blogging is THE best time-pass in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i unceremoniously burnt THREE fingertips of my right hand .. i have them all with blisters .. And no, i'm not using a dictaphone to make / type out this post. Now, that's what we call dedication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----shsshscreeeecccccch -------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kehne ko Jashn-e-Bahar hai .. Ishq yeh dekhke hairaan hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phool se khushbu qhafa qhafa hai gulshan mein &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chupa hai koi ranj fiza ki jhilman mein&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----shcrrrrreeeesssshhhh -- geeeeeezzzzzzz ----- dishkyuon dishkyuon dishkyuon (yes i watched sholay) ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few words that ought to be included in the Oxford English Dictionary and also in the GRE wordlists .. ahem ..&lt;br /&gt;1)  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tortune&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A catchy yet awful song that you just can't get outta your head, even after hearing it played just once&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; .. (wow)&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Edgehog &lt;/span&gt;: The person who hogs on to the corner seat of an aisle in a cinema theatre so that you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to brush his knees to access the seats he so dearly guards.&lt;br /&gt;3)  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lovestuck&lt;/span&gt; : A moment on a date where both the guy and the girl want to make a move but don't .. as a result of which nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;4)  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suffermore&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A person who is always sicker than or worse off than you. if you say , you are a bit tired , thay are exhausted. If you are snowed under, they tell you to try with six kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-- guccccsssshh -- codswallop -- balderdash -- abbacad -- tusch tusch tusch ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I found myself with my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dancin the night away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's like the party never ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then again, we dont want it to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cos' tonight's the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It goes sweat box, laserbeam, flashin lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wild cards, men from Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dressed in stars and stripes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eclectic electric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ladies at the evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Drinkin booze and minglin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mashin through the music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Freaky deaky, star speckles and pink butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And life is nice, so nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I walk into a club and i found paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm seein stars, I can't believe my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm seein stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wanna dance Baargav ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/6243668987194165674-4675242205992081713?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/4675242205992081713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=4675242205992081713' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/4675242205992081713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/4675242205992081713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/06/been-4-days.html' title='Been 4 days.'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-3398862849504599219</id><published>2008-06-19T11:17:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:45:10.877+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality bite'/><title type='text'>Been 10 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yeah !! .. I realised this with bone-chilling horror when i woke up this fine morning. It's been TEN days since i last posted .. Oh My Godddd !!! ... Geeeeezz ... My Oh My .. what have i done !! .. Oh God !! .. Oh God .. !! ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, but for the few people who have been incessantly bugged by me (Oh yeah .. Karthik and Baargav) , no one knows that i have been raving like mad for the past two weeks .. LOL .. It so happens my reservation category got messed up frmo being OBC to GEN =)) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The try was desperate .. It goes like this .. I call up mnnit, Allahabad .. But the scum bag there says he cannot do anything .. Then i call the ccb's chairman .. Unusually he talks to me patiently .. gives my directions (which actually helped) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i mailed the cbse, Delhi 'requesting' them to get my godamn category changed .. And next day, ccb.nic.in shows : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Discrepancies related to category, sub-category, gender and state of eligibility in the computer record generated on the basis of AIEEE 2008 application form earlier submitted by the candidate to CBSE will be rectified by the competent authority at the counselling centre on the basis of the original certificates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i'm not bone-chillingly horrored .. But those stupid ccb guys .. They could've told me before that i could get this thing done on my counselling date in Trichy .. Oh yeah .. The fricking hot Trichy .. For now watching FRIENDS ..&lt;br /&gt;All Hail Karthik. Guess why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-3398862849504599219?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/3398862849504599219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=3398862849504599219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3398862849504599219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3398862849504599219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/06/been-10-days.html' title='Been 10 Days'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-1885521274465894621</id><published>2008-06-09T18:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:27:41.859+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khali'/><title type='text'>SOMETIMES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Whenever i felt uninterested in class or whenever i have a pen and paper in my hand, 99% of the times, i scribble "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;" .. I don't why / what / how. What more, if no title comes to my mind while making a post, the first thing that hits me is "sometimes" ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Weird ..  really weird.&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/6243668987194165674-1885521274465894621?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/1885521274465894621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=1885521274465894621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/1885521274465894621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/1885521274465894621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/06/sometimes.html' title='SOMETIMES'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-1713197785405928999</id><published>2008-06-07T10:01:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-05T23:10:41.787+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><title type='text'>Getting and Being Stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's fun to be stupid. Going all beserk with your head lolling around, just for the fun of it .. I've been stupid for as long as i can remember .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Age : 1.5yrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One fine morning, dad's in bathroom, mom in kitchen. Mom thinks dad has me. Dad thinks mom has me. But i'm outside, on the road .. running as fast as my (little) feet can take me. I keep running. A macho neighbour who's out jogging sees a little baby girl out alone in the streets. Carries her back home to my mum and dad while she struggles to break free ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Age : 2 yrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i venture out into someone's garden. I find a bush within my reach (i was short you see) and surprisingly it's laden with red berries .. YAY .. i reach out for one and put it into my mouth  and i start screaming !!  mom runs to me .. finds me chewing on red, ripe (and hot) Chillies !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Age : 3.5 yrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My parents' wedding anniversary. I bunk school (lkg) to celebrate. Next day, the kiddo enthusiastically goes to school and tells her dear Mrs.Mary (teach) how she enjoyed her 'yesterday'. Dad comes to pick his kiddo up after school and says to Mrs.Mary, "My daughter was ill yesterday, so she could not come to school" .. Mrs.Mary smiles, " So, Your wedding anniversary went very well. Priyanka told me how much fun she had."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Age : 4 yrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My youthful neighbour (jaggu uncle) is getting married (arranged of course). I'm his dear little buddy. He calls me and shows me the photograph of his would-be-wife and asks me, " I want to marry this 'aunty'. How does she look ? " .. The kiddo replies, " Hmmm .. She's fine, but as good as you look."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Age : 7 yrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a very cute rag doll. I adore the doll. My (jealous) friend says it is bewitched. Cutting the doll up and throwing the pieces into the trash can is the only remedy. The kiddo cuts up the doll with mommy's scissors; Throws the pieces into the trash can. I stopped playing with dolls ever since. '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot Wheels&lt;/span&gt;' took their place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Age : 9 yrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I get reprimanded by my teach because i called my fellow class girl, "Idiot"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Age : 10 yrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I get reprimanded by my teach (this time, someone else) because i was morally diluting 'children' by teaching them "FLAMES". The kiddo doesn't know which idiot found this morally diluting enough to go tell the teach !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Age : 12 yrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's Quarterly Exams. Today is Geography Paper. I'm all prepared. Bring it on !! .. They bring it on. The Question paper reads : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;St.Joseph of Cluny MHSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quarterly Examinations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maths II Paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The kiddo panics. Does all she can. Gets a 96 / 100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Age : 14 yrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I meet my cousin sis's handsome teenage neighbour (now her bf) for the first time. The 'kiddo' tries to impress him !! .. He challenges her to tear up his favorite self-portrait photo. Man !! the Kiddo needs to show she's no chicken. She tears it up .. We dislike each other even to this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Age : 15 yrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My botany teach gives me a brain bending 30 min lecture. I went below my desk to pick up my fallen hanky while the girls next to me were chattering with each other. This is why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Age : 16 yrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;IIT class :: Chemistry ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1:50 pm --  Boys are out in the playground bickering with each other. We (girls) are inside in the class scribbling on the black board. I scribble, " &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Women remember eveyrthing. Men forget everything. That's why men need instant replays in sports.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1:55 pm -- The prof is not here yet. We( girls) go to the loo. The kiddo's golden words still scribbled on the board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2:00pm -- We run upto the classroom. First thing kiddo wants to do is clear the board before anyone (boys /prof) reads it. We rush. Prof is inside. Boys are inside. Prof looking at our art work,  amused. Prof wants to know whose platinised words those are. The kiddo's hand goes up very slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age : 17 yrs&lt;br /&gt; A guy kisses me for the first time. But the kiddo doesn't join in immediately, she's busy thinking, "Oh gosh !! this guy is kissing you !!  .. You're gonna remain kissed forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being stupid's fun right ? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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/6243668987194165674-1713197785405928999?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/1713197785405928999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=1713197785405928999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/1713197785405928999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/1713197785405928999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/06/getting-and-being-stupid.html' title='Getting and Being Stupid'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-4267727980150090522</id><published>2008-06-05T15:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:56:05.852+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Formula 1'/><title type='text'>And F***</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't want hamilton to win !!&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/6243668987194165674-4267727980150090522?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/4267727980150090522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=4267727980150090522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/4267727980150090522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/4267727980150090522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-f.html' title='And F***'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-9185472236038238807</id><published>2008-06-05T09:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:42:20.961+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leisure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khali'/><title type='text'>New Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Getting fed up of the blue-red trash can thingy, I asked a friend as to what i should blog on, as my brain's busy hibernating .. He came up with two ideas ..&lt;br /&gt;1. "My stupid mob"&lt;br /&gt;2. "Blog on something i like the most"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;1. Just in case you wonder what makes my mobile phone stupid (or even you're not) ..  It's not stupid neither is its owner !! .. The problem is, i basicallly hate noise of any kind which includes my phone ringing or beeping .. And unconditionally, my phone is stalled into an indefinite silent mode ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its in my hand, or if its in my bag and the bag's pressing against me, or if its over my body itself, then may be i ll respond to your msg or call .. So, now you know, to which number you DON'T call / msg if you neeeed to  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;contact&lt;/span&gt; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Something i like the most? .. many things .. my puppy-eye, internet, food, water, sleep, laziness, intelligence&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/6243668987194165674-9185472236038238807?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/9185472236038238807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=9185472236038238807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/9185472236038238807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/9185472236038238807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-post.html' title='New Post'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-7920514132156598076</id><published>2008-05-28T11:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:46:21.695+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality bite'/><title type='text'>Buying Your Vote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know i'm not into politics .. With the results of the Karnataka general elections have come out, and some Yaedurappa guy being sworn in as the new CM, ppl in white are all red and purple ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its actually fun time for ppl like me to watch, in my native hospet ..&lt;br /&gt;ok now what / where is hospet ?? .. Right, so its a small city in north Karnataka, some of whose people are growing rich at a rate that the city itself is not able to keep up with these "big shots" .. Meaning, people are rich, the city is damn poor (like india) ..&lt;br /&gt;And with these general elections, watching how these so called "political workers" gather supporters is a very interesting process .. That is what happened when one day, before the elections, i heard my grandma's maid tell that she was given cold hard 8K so she could vote for this particular candidate ..&lt;br /&gt;LOL .. normally i dont talk to strangers (other people's maids etc ) .. but i couldnt stop myself .. When i asked her the what-when-how, she said, "Since there are eight voters in my home, each of us is getting one thousand rupees. All thanks to Anand saheb" .. .. .. And i was like "what the .. .. .. ?!!! " .. For once i regretted not being 18 yet .. lol or i could also have voted for Anand saheb and gotten a cool-something for 1k ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, this Mr.Anand  is a major iron mine owner and is rich enough to give each of his voters a thousand bucks (btw he won in the district) .. then why did he want to contest the elections? what would politics give him that mining had already not ? Why this unquenchable thirst for power ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i was thinking what would happen if india had a bi-party system as the Americans do, Would it help the political system? .. lol it would be easier on us .. you know how difficult it is to remember the various parties in India ..&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like laughing at this comedy but stop myself cos there's NOTHING funny about this .. They keep buying your vote, not earning it .. They keep fucking you and you let them ... Shit !! ..&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, who wins /does not win hardly makes a difference .. its as good as thinking whether to buy a blue trash can or a red one .. Because both are gonna hold trash in the end .. Makes no difference .. It just doesnt ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-7920514132156598076?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/7920514132156598076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=7920514132156598076' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/7920514132156598076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/7920514132156598076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/05/buying-your-vote_28.html' title='Buying Your Vote'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-2955836313450743123</id><published>2008-05-23T12:09:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-23T13:06:44.331+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Kudos to TVS 50</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriously, i loathe the vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;I went out to school for one last time (phew) to collect my marks sheet etc .. on our way back dad, leaving me in the car, went to get some drugs from the pharmacy .. So, i see this six foot-plus guy getting off a TVS 50 vehicle (if you can call it that) .. and wait, he mus have weighed some 150kg ..&lt;br /&gt;He goes into some shop, out come two more lanky tall men, they jabber away for some time and then .. the fat, huge guy takes the driver's, and .. .. .. .. .. ..&lt;br /&gt;.. .. .. .. .. Abracadabra !! the TVS 50 expands .. the three actually fit in .. and they move on ..&lt;br /&gt;What exactly were they thinking to make a vehicle like that? A micro-mini poclain ??&lt;br /&gt;Man, cant we have a break here??&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/6243668987194165674-2955836313450743123?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/2955836313450743123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=2955836313450743123' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/2955836313450743123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/2955836313450743123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/05/kudos-to-tvs-50.html' title='Kudos to TVS 50'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-2036190532379461440</id><published>2008-05-17T22:04:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:32:42.052+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leisure'/><title type='text'>TRANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was never much more happy listening to music, if not for trance music i'd long be dead :P&lt;br /&gt;Trance is one genre not many people i know like / know of .. as one friend said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"some arbit words strung together in tune to the music ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;which is what trance is after all .. For me, life makes little to no sense most of the time .. (the how, what, why thingy ).. for one simple reason: i dont want it to. i'm fine with all of life's intricacies and to be happy, i dont need to unwrap or rather dis-entangle all the complexities.&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen how small kids babble? making no sense whatsoever .. or do they? may be they do .. or they dont .. but they're enjoying it. And the what still makes it sane is the fact that it hurts no one at all.&lt;br /&gt;Life may not be only about Paul Oakenfold, Paul Van Dyk, Sash!, Moby, Robert Miles. Still ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-2036190532379461440?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/2036190532379461440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=2036190532379461440' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/2036190532379461440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/2036190532379461440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/05/trance.html' title='TRANCE'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-8609548355086953015</id><published>2008-05-17T20:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-17T21:24:37.428+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality bite'/><title type='text'>Time and again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, it keeps happening time and again .. first of all i might be dwelling on some "old" news in this post cos i was on a 'holiday' until now ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its just one of those times when someone you really hate wins, i'm not talking of my board exam, but rather of the epl championship. For all the hatred many people feel and share for Ferguson and his boys, they always seem to do right things at the right time and not only get away with it, but come up on top .. so much for all of sir alex's non-fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for my board exams, yeah there are people i hate, who did better than me .. but the hate i feel for them is not intense. In fact, i feel no hate, cos may be deep down i KNOW what i want to do with my head and my life ..&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i was at a farm-house in the middle of a coffee estate in Sakleshpur (karnataka) and baby, baby, baby, .. i get bitten by some snake .. lol so much for a holiday .. (i'm alive) ..&lt;br /&gt;We (couple cousin bro's and cousin sis) were driving unto the night when an interesting "me first !! , no Me first !!" was going on the road, the road was hell narrow in the ghat section when both a SUV and a truck (huge huge load at the rear end) tried to make a pass at the same time, with the truck ascending, the suv going down .. There was no way the truck could go off the road lest it should tumble down, but so much for the suv guy's ego, he didnt go off the road to let the truck pass  .. then some words ran outta my mouth " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one's got a fat head, and the other a fat ass"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now now now .. i know i'm one, am i the other as well ??&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-8609548355086953015?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/8609548355086953015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=8609548355086953015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8609548355086953015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8609548355086953015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-and-again.html' title='Time and again'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-3575515709747116587</id><published>2008-05-02T14:12:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:01:07.749+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leisure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khali'/><title type='text'>Tagged #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right, so i get tagged again and again .. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NEWS : &lt;/span&gt;not one .. but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; people took the trouble to tag me :D ..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Karthik .. Thanks, Viswa  .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;" face="arial"&gt;1)LAST MOVIE U SAW IN A THEATRE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Welcome .. (i hate going to the theatre)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;" face="arial"&gt;2)WHAT BOOK ARE U READING?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Pilgrimage' by Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;" face="arial"&gt;3)FAVOURITE BOARD GAME?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Havent played enough to like any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b face="arial"&gt;4)FAVOURITE MAGAZINE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reader's Digest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5)FAVOURITE SMELLS?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Citrus (from green lemons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;6)FAVOURITE SOUNDS?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An engine churning out all the horse power it's got .. gaaa.. awesome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;7)WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;8)WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN U WAKE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what's the godamn time ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;9)FAVOURITE FASTFOOD PLACE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;does it matter? .. its fastfood anyways ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;10)FUTURE CHILD'S NAME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;abbacad, alasdas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;balderdash, Cadswallop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;11)FINISH THIS STATEMENT—’IF I HAD A LOT OF MONEY I’D’&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Richie Rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;12)DO U DRIVE FAST?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, whenever a road lets me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;13)DO U SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;14)STORMS–COOL OR SCARY?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Depends on my location as when compared to the storm's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;15)WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i don't remember .. do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;16)FAVOURITE DRINK?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So far, Lemon-lime crush .. or anything thin and not very sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;17)FINISH THIS STATEMENT-IF I HAD THE TIME I WOULD…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;enjoy wasting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;18)DO YOU EAT THE STEMS ON BROCCOLI?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeah, as long as its fully cooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;19)IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY OTHER COLOUR, WHAT WOULD BE YOUR CHOICE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Flaming red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;20)NAME ALL THE DIFFERENT CITIES/TOWNS U HAVE LIVED IN?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hospet,&lt;br /&gt;Neyveli.&lt;br /&gt;(other places i've only "stayed" .. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;21)FAVOURITE SPORTS TO WATCH?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Formula 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;22)ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;er .. you mean persons? ..&lt;br /&gt;well .. er .. karthik .. er you know how it is :D ..&lt;br /&gt;and viswa? .. i know so so much about him, i dont even know where to begin :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;23)WHATS UNDER YOUR BED?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;24)WOULD U LIKE TO BE BORN AS YOURSELF AGAIN?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmmm .. i wont mind, provided i'm all 36-26-36 ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;25)MORNING PERSON OR NIGHT OWL?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;neither .. i thrive in the twilight :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;26)OVER EASY OR SUNNY SIDE UP?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well .. looking at the up-side of down .. does it count?&lt;br /&gt;(you re trying to play with words to mean something that you dont understand?&lt;br /&gt;why, i can do that too :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;27)FAVOURITE PLACE TO RELAX?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lying under the starry skies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;28)FAVOURITE PIE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I Hate pies !! .. hmmm .. may be resin pie ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;29)FAVOURITE ICECREAM FLAVOUR?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;C-H-O-C-O-L-A-T-E = Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;30)OF ALL THE PEOPLE U HAVE TAGGED, WHO IS THE MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND FIRST?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I tag :&lt;br /&gt;Nobody&lt;br /&gt;Baargav&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Anways thanks guys, karthik and viswa, at least my pathetic blog got a new post :)&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/6243668987194165674-3575515709747116587?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/3575515709747116587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=3575515709747116587' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3575515709747116587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3575515709747116587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/05/right-so-i-get-tagged-again-and-again.html' title='Tagged #2'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-1199526149965605662</id><published>2008-04-21T20:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:32:32.456+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality bite'/><title type='text'>Toying with innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its now in all medical papers, that a human being now is categorised a “child” only till the age of 11 .. meaning, a kid is not a kid anymore once he / she is 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Last week i accompanied my mom to the local shandy market to buy some groceries (cos the only super market we have here, sucks !! ) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;one scene: four guys were standing nearby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .. they'd almost pass for decent blokes .. but no !! .. a small girl not more than 10 was going around the place with a pot of water, when these guys ask up the girl for water .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then a series of statements follow ( in tamil) : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;guy #1: (drinking the water) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;oh, your wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;ter is really good&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(girl smiles, and looks down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;guy#2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;why dont you place the pot down? It must be heavy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl: (blushing) &lt;i&gt; no, its ok &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(obviously happy that some stranger 'uncle' was so kind to her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;guy #3: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;do you always go around this place?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;... ... and i had to walk away, because the fourth guy was ogling me !! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The fact was that, the little girl didnt even know she was being toyed with !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What basically is flirting? .. When both the parties involved know that they are toying and being toyed with .. But &lt;b&gt;some&lt;/b&gt; men (read : sexual predators) in their desperation or psychotic state swoop so low as to abuse small kids ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gone is the time when we, as kids used to roam around carefreely in the streets .. we have times now, where my mom is reluctant to let my small sis play in the street .. ha ..&lt;/span&gt;&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/6243668987194165674-1199526149965605662?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/1199526149965605662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=1199526149965605662' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/1199526149965605662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/1199526149965605662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/04/toying-with-innocence.html' title='Toying with innocence'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-8407799149560380559</id><published>2008-04-19T10:44:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-19T21:38:26.188+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leisure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khali'/><title type='text'>MTV ticker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For those who dont know, MTV (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;usic &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ele&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;ision) has been airing a typical ticker tape the lower base of its screen. Having watched the all-serious ticker of BBC all these years, i was pleasantly surprised at the hilarious crap they present  in the ticker ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# one such "news" on world health day  / non-honking day :&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The world observes the world health day and the non-honking day ..&lt;br /&gt;So, dont be horny, be healthy."&lt;br /&gt;# " don&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t starve yourselves, says Urmila to young girls."  .. "young girls wonder who Urmila is."&lt;br /&gt;# " A youth in berhampur was caught in a cyber crime case" .. " We are happy to knwo there's internet in berhampur. "&lt;br /&gt;# " Is IPL and MNS not the same? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So much is the rising "fame" of the ticker, someone opened up an orkut community for it .. hehe ..&lt;br /&gt;the community was created on April 15, and already has some 270 members to it  .. lol&lt;br /&gt;check it here:  &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=51127122"&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=51127122&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;honestly this ticker is one very cool thing that has happened to television in a long long looooong time :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-8407799149560380559?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/8407799149560380559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=8407799149560380559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8407799149560380559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8407799149560380559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-those-who-dont-know-mtv-m-usic-t.html' title='MTV ticker'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-5228904213545009781</id><published>2008-04-14T22:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:52:44.947+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khali'/><title type='text'>Hmmm .. .. ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well i have been observing, that i've made no post for quite some time now, that make any real sense .. (as if the earlier ones did :| ) ..&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i just want to tell you that this post shall follow the latest trend :)&lt;br /&gt;so, crap from ken again :)&lt;br /&gt;tk, i cant think of crap now  .. anyways, for the record, my jee is over and out.. now 'over' and 'out' can have hell lot meanings . but i'm not elaborating .. just that i could've done better :( .. but i definitely want to give it another try next year .. sigh ..&lt;br /&gt;but then, this is just the start of the servings of my share of reality bite ..lot more to come ..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; getting into a college,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; try to stay sane there,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; get a decent job which ll help me turn into an insane spendthrift,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; save up enough for an mba (which actually means cutting down on my shopping sprees ),&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; then marry the guy i love with(out) my ppl's support,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; sleeping with him (and i DONT mean zzzzs .. )&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; having kids (who ll grow up to be boisterous ( like me ) .. )&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; pay for their exuberant 'maintanence'&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; get them to university&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; get them off my husband and my life .. (get them married that is lol )&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; go on a world tour with my love&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; die&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; see him bury me in the backyard&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; build a taj mahal over my grave (a small one will do)&lt;br /&gt; .. :D i'm so glad ;)&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/6243668987194165674-5228904213545009781?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/5228904213545009781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=5228904213545009781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/5228904213545009781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/5228904213545009781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/04/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm .. .. ..'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-8441336057274850409</id><published>2008-04-11T18:38:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-17T18:56:38.464+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leisure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khali'/><title type='text'>Tagged .. !! ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tagged by karthik ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; signifies my : acid tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;aby : k-pup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; cake or coffee : cake .. (make it chocolate cake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; Daddy's girl : not always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; Essential object used everyday : My glasses, My smile :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; favorite food  : palak paneer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; girl side to me : loving lipsticks, my lip balm .. bothers someone ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; hometown : Hospet, Karnataka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; favorite pastime : being idle .. (to go just blank !! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; i jive at : Enrique, RW , Madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; for : Ken .. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; Last desire before i die :&lt;br /&gt;# they give me a decent funeral &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                              # my husband bulids a taj mahal for me in the backyard :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; i'm mushy about : my sister .. its a pity she doesnt know :( ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; i can never  : lose faith in other's abilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; old or new : old souvenirs and new 'stuff ' .. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt; Phobias : raised voices, lizards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt; Quote :&lt;br /&gt;   # If you can't be loved and feared at the same time, then you'd rather be feared.&lt;br /&gt;   # If you're not fired with enthusiasm, then you will be fired with enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;   # What is life, if not to make it better for each other ?&lt;br /&gt;   # You can't say to the Spring : "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;come and stay as long as possible&lt;/span&gt;" ..&lt;br /&gt;      you can only say " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;come now and bless me with your hope, and stay as long as you can&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; Reasons to laugh : jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; simple or scandolous : neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; Tag : Gayathri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; Unknown fact about me : i HATE rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; for : Vendetta :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; worst habit : sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt; -rays i've had : once when i was 3 .. to detect lung congestions .. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; riding a yak : scary experience :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt; zzzzzzz ... : ready for it anytime :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-8441336057274850409?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/8441336057274850409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=8441336057274850409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8441336057274850409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8441336057274850409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged.html' title='Tagged .. !! ..'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-3335394650041341789</id><published>2008-04-04T20:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:53:14.179+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gyaan_p'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>The Playboy Mansion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The music from the famous rock band, U2 had always featured in each and every playlist of mine. In addtion to the GREAT music they bring, they also carry an underlying meaning, often a deep one .. the song i post here is "The playboy mansion" from the album "Pop" ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" width="300" height="52" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/3/20/1825276/The%20Playboy%20Mansion-%20U2.mp3"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If Coke is a mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Michael Jackson...History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If beauty is truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And surgery the fountain of youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What am I to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have I got the gift to get me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The gates of that mansion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If OJ is more than a drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And a Big Mac bigger than you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If perfume is an obsession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And talk shows, confession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What have we got to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another push and we'll be through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The gates of that mansion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never bought a Lotto ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never parked in anyone's space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The banks feel like cathedrals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess casinos took their place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love, come on down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't wake her, she'll come around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chance is a kind of religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where you're damned for plain hard luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never did see that movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never did read that bookLove, come on down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let my numbers come around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't know if I can hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't know if I'm that strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't know if I can wait that long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Til the colours come flashing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the lights go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then will there be no time for sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then will there be no time for shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And though I can't say why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know I've got to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We'll go driving in that pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's who you know that gets you through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The gates of the Playboy mansion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But they don't mention...the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then will there be no time for sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then will there be no time for shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then will there be no time for sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then will there be no time for shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-- --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do we have to make it to the playboy mansion? .. is the price fair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Truth is, no one cares ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-3335394650041341789?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/3335394650041341789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=3335394650041341789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3335394650041341789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3335394650041341789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/04/playboy-mansion.html' title='The Playboy Mansion'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-1769358573602562262</id><published>2008-03-30T13:26:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:54:13.634+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>That somebody's ME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeah, that somebody's me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" width="300" height="52" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/3/20/1825276/Enrique%20Iglesias-%20Somebodys%20Me.mp3" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You, do you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Like I remember you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you spend your life&lt;br /&gt;Going back in your mind to that time?&lt;br /&gt;Because I, I walk the streets alone&lt;br /&gt;I hate being on my own&lt;br /&gt;And everyone can see that I really fell&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going through hell&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you with somebody else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody wants you&lt;br /&gt;Somebody needs you&lt;br /&gt;Somebody dreams about you every single night&lt;br /&gt;Somebody can't breath without you, it's lonely&lt;br /&gt;Somebody hopes that one day you will see&lt;br /&gt;That Somebody's Me &lt;i&gt;[2x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How, How could we go wrong&lt;br /&gt;It was so good and now it's gone&lt;br /&gt;And I pray at night that our paths soon will cross&lt;br /&gt;And what we had isn't lost&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're always right here in my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody wants you&lt;br /&gt;Somebody needs you&lt;br /&gt;Somebody dreams about you every single night&lt;br /&gt;Somebody can't breath without you, it's lonely&lt;br /&gt;Somebody hopes that some day you will see&lt;br /&gt;That Somebody's Me &lt;i&gt;[2x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be in my life&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm not in your life&lt;br /&gt;Because you're in my memory&lt;br /&gt;You, will you remember me&lt;br /&gt;And before you set me free&lt;br /&gt;Oh listen please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody wants you&lt;br /&gt;Somebody needs you&lt;br /&gt;Somebody dreams about you every single night&lt;br /&gt;Somebody can't breath without you, it's lonely&lt;br /&gt;Somebody hopes that some day you will see&lt;br /&gt;That Somebody's Me &lt;i&gt;[5x]&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd appreciate if no comments are made to this post ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-1769358573602562262?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/1769358573602562262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=1769358573602562262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/1769358573602562262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/1769358573602562262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/03/that-somebodys-me.html' title='That somebody&apos;s ME.'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-1464125578893007303</id><published>2008-03-23T21:20:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:44:55.971+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leisure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khali'/><title type='text'>Fine weather isn't it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Britons almost always talk of weather when they start convos .. at least in the victorian times .. anyways list of twenty and five people i'd like / want to meet  :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Stefen fry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ellen de generes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Sir alex ferguson (and kill him at the end)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; arsene wenger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; bernie eccelstone (i hate him .. but i want to meet him anyways)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; nasurridin shah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; beyonce knowles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; zenidine zidane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; michael schumacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Robbie williams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Pamela Anderson (i dont know why but cant get her off my mind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Rajat kapoor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Aamir Khan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; bono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Arthur c clarke (i know he's dead)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ayrton senna (i know he's dead too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; arun jaitley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; desmond morris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; charlise theron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; laxmi nivas mittal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ratan tata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; james cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; shekhar Kapur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; anand mahindra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; lord krishna (how he managed 16,000+ wives)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaaaaaaa .. finished the list :) .. phew  !! !! !!&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/6243668987194165674-1464125578893007303?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/1464125578893007303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=1464125578893007303' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/1464125578893007303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/1464125578893007303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/03/fine-weather-isnt-it.html' title='Fine weather isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-2256630041118469668</id><published>2008-03-20T14:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-20T15:31:12.550+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>The traveller</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For those who listen to hindi music, Lucky Ali wont surface in their playlists significantly enough .. but there's this one song that i simply adore :) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/3/20/1825276/dekha%20hai-lucky%20ali.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="52" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;GHAR KO MAIN NIKLA, TANHA, AKELA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(I left for home .. solitary, alone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SAATH MERE KAUN HAI YAAR HAI MERA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(who is with me whom I call ‘my friend’? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;JO BHI KARNA THA, KAR AA &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;GAYA&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;MAIN&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(whatever had to be done, I’ve come away doing it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PYAAR KO HI MAANTE CHALTE JAANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;believing in love unconditionally, one has to move on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;DEKHA HAI AISE BHI, KISI KO AISE HI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have seen them in this light too, ANYone, just like that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;APNE BHI DIL MEIN BASAYE HUAN KUCH IRAADEIN HAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(there are a few desires that have taken root even in my heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;DIL KE KISI KONE MEIN BHI KUCH AISE HI VAADEIN HAIN…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(there exist a few vows too, in some corner of the heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;INKO LIYE, JAB HUM CHALE, NAZARE BHI HUMSE MILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(taking these,as we stride on, even horizons convened with us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;O .. O …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;DEKHA HAI AISE BHI, KISI KO AISE HI&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i style=""&gt;i have seen them in this light too, ANYone, just like that)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANSTE HANSATHE YUN SABKO MANATE HUM JAAYENGE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(cheering everybody cheerfully, cajoling everyone into liveliness, we’ll move on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;BARSON KI DOORI KO MILKE HUM SAATH MITHAYENGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(together we shall bridge the gap having been widened for eons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PYAAR RAHE UNKE LIYE, JO DHOONDE WOH UNKO MILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(love reigns for them; those who seek love are the ones who find it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OOHHO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;THODA SA GARAJ, THODI SI SAMAJH HAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;CHAAHTON KE DAAYRE MEIN, RUKHNA FARZ HAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(it’s by virtue of obligation, that one restrains himself in the confines posed by desires)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;KOI KEHTA HAI KI GHAR AAGAYA HAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(he says that he is home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AARZOO BHI ARZ HAI, PADHTE JAANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(the heart-felt desires have been expressed, one just has to read them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;DEKHA AISE BHI, KISI KO AISE HI&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i style=""&gt;i have seen them in this light too, ANYone, just like that)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIL KE JHARONKON MEIN AB BHI MOHABBAT KE SAAYEIN HAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(even now, there exist the traces left behind by love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;RAH JAYE JO BAAD MEIN BHI HUMARE WAFAAYEIN HAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(and commitments are the ones which see us through)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;INKE LIYE AB TAK CHALE, HAZAARON MEIN HUM BHI MILE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(we had thus come so far, to nevertheless be sought out of the crowd)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OOHO…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;--  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;Uff !! lol only when trying to translate the song for my non-hindi speaking friends, I actually realized some critical flaws in my hindi :P .. and any phrase / line you think needs change, do tell me :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;Btw thanks to msk for letting me borrow the html code to stream the music file .. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/6243668987194165674-2256630041118469668?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/2256630041118469668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=2256630041118469668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/2256630041118469668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/2256630041118469668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/03/traveller.html' title='The traveller'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-1953313411735470788</id><published>2008-03-17T19:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-17T19:51:02.312+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leisure'/><title type='text'>YAY !!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;School's never really been 'fun' .. without the few friends that i do have there, it'd be 8 hours of hell each day !!! .. today, math paper's finally over .. only comp paper's up on march 24th .. so my "public" exams virtually over :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bloody happy !! .. i know i have a host of entrance exams lining up .. but still working for them is hundred times more fun than being ta school !!  i can work at my own pace, at my own time, in my bedroom, go surf the net whenever i want to, listen on in my ipod whenever i want to ..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;no more being commanded / threatened to do nonsense ... (that's supposed to be sense :| ) ..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;no more being herded like cattle into phy / chem labs !!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;no more ppl trying to threaten us with a visit to the principal's room (we never got threatened or afraid.. this is what made it even more irritating !! )&lt;br /&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;haaaa .. i'm sooooooooo happy !! .. and no ppl i ll 'miss' as such .. cos the ppl who do matter, with them i ll be in touch forever :) ..&lt;br /&gt;more on school in the coming up posts !! .. now gotto go cook up one good plan to try and crack jee .. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-1953313411735470788?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/1953313411735470788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=1953313411735470788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/1953313411735470788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/1953313411735470788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/03/yay.html' title='YAY !!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-3476099992478473557</id><published>2008-02-13T22:17:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:28:19.875+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khali'/><title type='text'>' End of Days '</title><content type='html'>ok look, honestly i dont know what to post .. thats why the stupid title&lt;br /&gt;the thing i didnt didnt want that previous post in be at the top when you open my blog .. because i'm not feeling terrible anymore ..&lt;br /&gt;anyways .. hmmm lets see .. ok i list out the most handsome men in my opinion:&lt;br /&gt;George Clooney, Jake Gyllenhaal, Jude Law, Alec Baldwin, Shiny Ahuja, John Abraham, Kunal Khemu .. and i absolutely HATE tom cruise and his overblown popularity !! yuk !!&lt;br /&gt;ok now i'm getting sick .. also i have my comp prac exam tom .. should be going ..&lt;br /&gt;bye :)&lt;br /&gt;and yeah .. happy valentine's day !!! (i dont see the point though, everyone making such a big deal out of it .. anyways ..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-3476099992478473557?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/3476099992478473557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=3476099992478473557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3476099992478473557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3476099992478473557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/02/end-of-days.html' title='&apos; End of Days &apos;'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-2962348088211568629</id><published>2008-01-28T19:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-28T19:19:13.248+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>To hell with diplomacy !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;right, if i were a guy, i'd rape them to death .. yeah, each and everyone of them .. then i'd lay them as the corner stone of the world's CRAZIEST mental asylum !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Major fcukers ! ALL of them !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and SurlyB is  THE  biggest b!#ch of the century or the millenium (or any larger unit of time) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i cant wait to get away from this god-forsaken hole !! .. they say it's god's sanctum .. haha .. but these stupid ppl dont even realise that god abandoned that place hell long time ago .. why this place? .. he even vanished from this face of the the Earth .. that is why ppl go around mere statues and idols !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;EVERY thing else in very right in my life : my family, my friends, my guy, my comp, my iit prep .. even my ass of a vehicle gets me to places without complaints !! ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i WONT let these sick asses get to me or screw my life up !! i WONT !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;btw i'm NOT a psychopath !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and NEVER--remember NEVER doubt my integrity !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-2962348088211568629?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/2962348088211568629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=2962348088211568629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/2962348088211568629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/2962348088211568629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-hell-with-diplomacy.html' title='To hell with diplomacy !!'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-2820042635751747830</id><published>2008-01-16T21:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:05:39.901+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Submit to my caprices</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;Someone once said that whenever something happens in the cricketing world, Sunil Gavaskar &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; had something to say about it. But imo its not just Gavaskar but many of us too .. Even as our mind processes stuff that we read / hear / see , it sorta generates an opinion .. a judgement .. and prepares a statement ! (a presentable one at that !! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;When Abhishek Bachchan got married to Aishwarya Rai, the media flocked over to Rani Mukherji to catch  her 'comments' .. But she said something like, “I have nothing worth being said .. so i'm not saying anything,” and for the first time some celeb sounded true .. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;I've seen you can have the entire world at your feet if you know to use the right words in the right context at the right time. Quoting god-knows-who, “&lt;i&gt;know how to ask, there's nothing more difficult for some, nor easier for others.&lt;/i&gt;” Yeah !! its not easy for Anyone to manipulate their words / views to their advantage. But the wicked few make this task less feverish or rather more disaster-proof by resorting to observation and forethought. Just observing a person's ideas, his / her reactions to diff people / situations can give you one hellova 'sneak-peek' into their character while all the time you remain dissolved in the background thus giving you the necessary edge over a person @ conversation / negotiation. And that the person hasnt observed you equally well render you charismatic, enigmatic : giving you an air of mystic .. and lol sooner will he / she submit to your caprices ; not because they want to .. they just cant see how otherwise .. muhahahaha !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;So go ahead !! Make the world dance to your fiddle !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quoting S****, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Some day I will ROCK the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;” .. Go Ahead !! 'Rock' the World ! Haha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;btw i WONT be posting ANYTHING until april ?? , 2008 ,, so comment if n only if ur completely khali / vetti .. :) ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-2820042635751747830?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/2820042635751747830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=2820042635751747830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/2820042635751747830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/2820042635751747830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2008/01/submit-to-my-caprices.html' title='Submit to my caprices'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-6695352381503776844</id><published>2007-12-14T21:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-16T21:50:41.070+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leisure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khali'/><title type='text'>Half eye opened</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm at the height of nuetrality  .. nothing particularly interests or disinterests me (exception : math and food .. arent they the same? ) .. and i have nothing to do in the afternoons nowadays .. so decided to watch a few movies : new ones, not-so-new ones, old ones .. and watched them too ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Smoking : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt;John Abraham rox !&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Paresh Rawal rox !&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Dialogues roc !&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Songs roc !&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Movie sux ! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saawariya : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt;Never trust a movie director !&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Ranbhir kapoor offers to strip for Sonam .. offer accepted !&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Arsenic for those who hate the color blue !&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Champagne for those who love blue ! (seasoned with arsenic of course !! )&lt;br /&gt;&gt; i wonder why Bhansali didnt get Eiffel 65's &lt;i&gt;blue &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;for the film's theme song !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&gt;translated into tamil : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“ Wanna die?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; .. now i know why !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Om Shanti Om : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt;Shahrukh Khan and Arjun Ram Pal swap roles ! (by virtue of age that is .. )&lt;br /&gt;&gt;One life is never too enough for a guy .. for obvious reasons .. ! &lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(yuk !! guys ARE like pigs !! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bhool Bhulaiyaa : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt;A better / less freaky copy of the tamil &lt;i&gt;Chandramukhi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Akshay Kumar at least &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;looks &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;like he's from America unlike .. .. .. !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dus Kahaaniyan : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt;Ten stories .. one movie ! Nuff said !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ram Gopal Verma Ki Aag : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt;you dont really have to know the title of the movie to know who directed it ! .. (shows)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheeni Kum :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt;Guy's 64 !&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Girl's 34 !&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Girl's dad is 58 !&lt;br /&gt;&gt;what fun !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Water : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt;the movie can melt diamonds @ room temp ! ( it melted me .. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt;most often the blind are those who can see more than anyone and everyone AND appreciate them all the same ! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt; &gt;Rani's blindingly brilliant !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fanaa : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt;Kajol follows suit .. ! (and i dont mean brilliance )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chakde India : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt;decent !&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Carries a close resemblence to “Miracle” on Herbert Brookes .. check it out here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;from this point i cant take in anymore desi crap .. so decide to watch some of my all time favorite english trash .. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Crash :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It's the sense of touch”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;what?!!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Any real city, you walk, you know? .. You brush past people .. people bump into you. In L.A. Nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass .. I think we miss that touch so much that we crash into each other just so we can feel something .. ..”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;GOAL ! :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt; &gt; I want to be santiago !! imagine all those football studs i could meet ! (drool .. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&gt; reminds me of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The Alchemist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;'s santiago ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cast Away : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&gt;you feel lost in the dark? .. watch this movie ! You will want to see the other side of this dark night ! Wake up to the next morning !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&gt; -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“ I knew i had to keep breathing because the sun would rise again the next morning .. so thats what I did .. i kept breathing ..”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Best Friend's Wedding : &gt;The mad Julia Roberts works magic just as ever !  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &gt;And if Cameron Diaz did feature in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Charlie's Angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; , then who is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finding Neverland : &gt;The movie is tempting .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;                                &lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&gt; as in you will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;believe in faires ! Afterall, everyone wants to see neverland ! (and this has NOTHING to do with MJ !! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;PS : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;CRITIC, n. A person who boasts himself hard to please because nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tries to please him. - &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Devil's Dictionary by Ambrose Bierce, 1911.&lt;/span&gt;&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/6243668987194165674-6695352381503776844?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/6695352381503776844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=6695352381503776844' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/6695352381503776844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/6695352381503776844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2007/12/half-eye-opened.html' title='Half eye opened'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-5633054691029127263</id><published>2007-12-04T11:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:46:08.870+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality bite'/><title type='text'>For Champi :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;For those who dont know who / what “champi” is .. he was my VL mam's (my physics teacher at iit class) little white dog .. he died last friday .. in the early hours of november 30, 2007 .. this post is for him ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;first time i saw champi was an year and a half ago .. when i happened to drop by VL's home .. little white thing .. a promerian .. “champion” he was called .. cute guy .. came tugging at my duppata and all .. mam's daughter--a great animal enthusiast .. told that champi especially fell for girls .. lol .. and i had replied “ well .. he would have had a better chance had he been taller and less hairy .. “ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;it all comes back now .. even if he wasnt “tall” and “less hairy” .. i liked him nevertheless .. i personally have never had a dog .. because mum says that the grief that shrouds one after a pet's death far outweighs the joy the pet had brought when it was alive .. and me always fond of keeping things in control .. didnt experiment with a pet .. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and now, inspn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ite of myself, i feel sad there wont be an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;other champi ..&lt;br /&gt;For Champi - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ummah !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;we ll miss you da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;:) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;:) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;:) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6243668987194165674-5633054691029127263?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/5633054691029127263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=5633054691029127263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/5633054691029127263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/5633054691029127263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2007/12/for-champi.html' title='For Champi :)'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-271048693625290609</id><published>2007-11-28T12:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-28T13:06:38.272+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><title type='text'>Unfortunate domains anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i read these in some mag ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Children's wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.childrenswear.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IHA Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.ihavegas.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mole Station Nursery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.molestationsnursery.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Therapist Finder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.therapistfinder.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Via Grafix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.viagrafix.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of these domains have been taken down .. but its kinda funny .. next time you wanna put "grafix" just to save urself the trouble of typing 2 more letters .. think again ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-271048693625290609?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/271048693625290609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=271048693625290609' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/271048693625290609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/271048693625290609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2007/11/unfortunate-domains-anyone.html' title='Unfortunate domains anyone?'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-4206922658215418059</id><published>2007-11-13T12:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-13T12:29:15.923+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khali'/><title type='text'>Filling a slam book ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yeah .. i'm in my last year of schooling .. and “school” is virtually over.. only tests from now on.. i sit the test (everyday) , i hand in my answer script in 1.5 hrs and go packing .. back home.. and bury myself in more books .. downside to this? : well.. you can only just about catch your friends' faces .. forget about talking to them .. but me still very alive  :D.. (bless Alexander Graham Bell ) .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;th this comes the very feverish or rather EQistic avalanche of slam books that get thrusted in your hands .. whether you like it or not :| .. so i made a “template” .. a standard default .. requiring minimal changes .. IF the venerable owner of the slam book deserves it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;name : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;needs updation(desperately :| )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nickname : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;looking for a new one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;address :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; not looking for a new one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;phone no. :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; er.. i'm actually dumb (so, no point in giving it anyways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;email id : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:britneyspears@gmail.com"&gt;britneyspears@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:britneyspears@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My birthday :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; April 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm proud of :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; duh! Dont you know ego is bad for health?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My best moment : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Can you keep a secret ? Yes ?  You sure ? So can I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My dream : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;marry William Henry Gates III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My hobbies : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;dislodge / disorient people mentally with my excessively groteseque propositions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I would like to date : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;a GUY!! (obvious isn't it?.. considering the factS that i'm female and not bicurious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My favorite pastime :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; following F1, wrc, moto gp, sbk, epl, bowling, tennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My idea of fun :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; bugging / coaxing my mad friends into going madder (and hence forth keep me company)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My favorite holiday destination : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;mountains / beaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My favorite food :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; anything delectably edible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite color : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;blackish white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite book :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; 1001 keyboard utilities  (ya.. i eat on it, i sleep on it, i (occasionally) sit on it, i throw it about.....and yeah.. occasionally i do my typing with it )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My favorite hang-out : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;a nice quiet place a little away from my house :) [people say its a graveyard.. don't know ..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cool pals : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;the pals i do have don't let me touch them.. so can't tell ..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;well.. by the look of it .. i personally think its decent work .. something worth being treasured forever and forever .. by either the slam-book owner.. or the trash can .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DISCLAIMER : i hate britney spears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-4206922658215418059?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/4206922658215418059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=4206922658215418059' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/4206922658215418059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/4206922658215418059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2007/11/filling-slam-book.html' title='Filling a slam book ..'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-3935478593908066329</id><published>2007-11-08T11:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-08T12:20:27.882+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kandu'/><title type='text'>my KCET prep :P</title><content type='html'>its diwali today in tamil nadu (rest of country its tom..lol) anyways..got up at 8.. rang up some 30 odd ppl to wish a "happy diwali".. some answered.. some idiots slept :P &lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. actually a lot has been going on since i last posted..and most terrible of all.. my ppl want me to take up KCET( Karnataka CET) also along with my JEE&amp; co..lol.. having been in tn all my life.. i have to exploit the one and only loop-hole of baing born there in blore..lol.. now according to the "eligiblity clauses".. i can write the KCET (can you believe it?? {i cant} :| ) but it seems they ll first conduct a test to see if i know kandu at all.. it seems i should know to speak(ok), write (not ok) and to read (not ok) kannada( wtf??)&lt;br /&gt;now taking daily "classes" from my mom!! DAMN!! never imagined!! to actually "learn"?!! when i can speak flawlessly!! sigh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-3935478593908066329?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/3935478593908066329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=3935478593908066329' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3935478593908066329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3935478593908066329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-kcet-prep-p.html' title='my KCET prep :P'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-8677757871995098408</id><published>2007-10-26T20:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-26T20:50:47.040+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Inconsistency of feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;well i've had nothing but half an apple, 2 fingers of kit-kat and a bowl of tomato soup from morning.. (time's 20:03 hrs now)..but i still dont feel hungry..this may be a "highly calorific serving" for a hollywood chick.. but hey.. i'm in india..so i can say i've eaten less :P &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ok.. so coming to the actual point.. “inconsistency of feelings”.. sigh.. it so happens.. we humans often experience this oddity where u cant keep your feelings for a person constant.. be it your friend.. bro..sis..gf..bf..teach..prof..anybody!! .. somehow you can never see yourself feeling for person the same way at all times.. why is this inconsistency? Bio ppl attribute this to the rising and ebbing levels of chemicals like dopomin and serotonin..etc etc.. but since i'm no bio pundit.. let me have my own take on this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;most often, we try (in vain) to reason &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; we are feeling the way we do.. but factually.. i doubt if an answer to this "why" exists.. but u know what.. next time ur feeling like this.. try what i do.. try and look at this whole thing from a third person field of view.. like come out of yourself and observe whats happening to you.. and believe me.. u neednt be too surprised if ur laughing at yourself.. its in us..all of us.. to handle other's problems / confusions efficiently..but when it comes one's self.. things often get blown outta proportion.. so when u &lt;i&gt;look &lt;/i&gt;at your problems rather than &lt;i&gt;feeling&lt;/i&gt; them.. you ll be better sooner.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Shakespeare goes like: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;"most friendship's feigning..most loving's mere folly.." .. ask me one day and i ll tell you shakey is 100% right and next day u ll have ranting, "&lt;i&gt;Had shakey lost his head to compose such negative crap??!!&lt;/i&gt; " ..lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;i read this somewhere.. say a duck is cruising around in a lake.. and somebody suddenly throws a stone into the waters.. now the duck can either fly away to glory ("safety" that is :P) .. or choose to move in / with the ripples in the water.. and &lt;i&gt;see&lt;/i&gt; how it feels.. btw.. what would u choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-8677757871995098408?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/8677757871995098408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=8677757871995098408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8677757871995098408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/8677757871995098408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2007/10/inconsistency-of-feelings.html' title='Inconsistency of feelings'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-3794461943451566073</id><published>2007-10-19T22:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-20T13:41:15.875+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dusshera'/><title type='text'>missing dandiya :(</title><content type='html'>its navrathri time.. today's supposed to be durgashtami.. eight days into this whole celebration and still no dandiya rass!! how sad :( bad :( mad :(&lt;br /&gt;its been years i've danced at a dandiya night!!.. all the loud and blaring gujarati muzique, the dhol, the colors, the people, the "mauhaul" (atmosphere).. suddenly i seem to missing all of it so much..&lt;br /&gt;chal.. abhi tasweerein dekhke hi jee bhar lun.. :|&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/109017-md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 219px;" src="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/109017-md.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the memories itself are so very old.. they're just as vague as that photograph :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-3794461943451566073?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/3794461943451566073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=3794461943451566073' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3794461943451566073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3794461943451566073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2007/10/missing-dandiya.html' title='missing dandiya :('/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-3590024282087567402</id><published>2007-10-13T22:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-13T22:20:55.696+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tamil'/><title type='text'>My experiments with Tamizh :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yeah!..i'm talking about tamil nadu and of course!.. tami'zh'ans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my mom recalls a convo i had with my grandpa when i was abt 6 years old..it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;(the below convo was in kannada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;grandad:&lt;/b&gt;the tamilians have a unique way of spelling everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; yeah, thathu.. sometimes i dont even understand what my friends at school speak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;grandad:&lt;/b&gt; whats it they call 'chappathi' ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; oh! That.. they call it something like this: “sappathi”..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;grandad:&lt;/b&gt; what about 'dosa'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me: &lt;/b&gt;something like 'thosai'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;grandad:&lt;/b&gt; did they retain 'idly' atleast?&lt;br /&gt;(i seriously have lost it at this point for it seems i have replied..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; no.. its not 'idly'!.. they call it 'thidly'..!!&lt;br /&gt;(i do know i must have been lying about “thidly”.. jus for the fun of it :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;so thats that.. one more thing that really intrigues me is how they say: “tea / coffe saapdu”..lol.. honestly!.. in all other langs.. its like “tea taagu”(telugu) or “tea togoli”(kandu) or “chai piyo” (hindi) !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i also remember the day when i was making announcements and ended up spelling “azhagarasi” as “az-hag-arasi”.. all the time thinking if it was of african origin or what!.. only realised later that it was infact “la” for “zh”.. when my friends who were listening dissolved into a sea of laughter! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to date.. my efforts to speak flawless tamil continues.. i have nothing against the language as such.. but it gets you in a lot of trouble when you try to get away by making cross-linguistic translations..and end up making an entirely inappropriate statement!!!.. unless the person listening to you knows the degree of ur “proficiency” in tamil.. well.. you can guess what can happen!! (i learnt it the hard way.. not once ..not twice..almost everytime!) lol!! &lt;/span&gt;&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/6243668987194165674-3590024282087567402?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/3590024282087567402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=3590024282087567402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3590024282087567402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/3590024282087567402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-experiments-with-tamizh-p.html' title='My experiments with Tamizh :P'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-9155755581716155438</id><published>2007-10-07T19:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:22:30.938+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Formula 1'/><title type='text'>Interlagos !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/RwubeAZGuuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Um7oRoD4HRY/s1600-h/alonso-mclaren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/RwubeAZGuuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Um7oRoD4HRY/s320/alonso-mclaren.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119356341240380130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's how the standings are with ONE race to go: hamilton at 107, Alonso at 103.. (i'm not mentioning kimi cos' i know he wont win ;)  )&lt;br /&gt;Having followed the sport (F1 that is) for about 9 years now, i've never been so keen / curious (for alonso) about the results.. not when hakkinen was around..not even during the close shave schumi survived from then-greenhorn kimi in 2003.. with the hilarious juggle the grand-stand has seen this season i honestly want it all to end :|&lt;br /&gt;ok..now even if schumi is a 7 times King, i still can say i've got used to seeing alonso win (in the past couple years).. the thing is, this new lewis guy thinks different (much to my intrigue and annoyance)&lt;br /&gt;Its all gonna be decided at Interlagos on Oct 21.. a dream result would be Alonso winning the race with hamilton finishing 5 points short of his 'team mate' :_)  but i doubt if this will happen because this hamilton guy, the supposed-to-be thumb-sucking greenhorn rookie is proving to be more than that..&lt;br /&gt;Lewis Hamilton fans anyone? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-9155755581716155438?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/9155755581716155438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=9155755581716155438' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/9155755581716155438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/9155755581716155438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2007/10/interlagos.html' title='Interlagos !!'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/RwubeAZGuuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Um7oRoD4HRY/s72-c/alonso-mclaren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-1356733965859133642</id><published>2007-09-29T23:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-29T23:11:01.576+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gyaan_p'/><title type='text'>change yourself in two hours !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;first thing!.. i'm not  promoting the latest age-defying cream or a “sauna-belt”..lol!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;this post is for my friends.. those who havent read up the book “Jonathan Livingstone Seagull” (yet)..                                the book itself is tiny..and with some really amazing seagull photographs.. the actual text can be finished up in under two hours!! and believe me.. its kinda power-packed!.. like.. rather than saying “you ll be a changed perosn by the end of the book”..its more fitting to say “you ll be a changed perosn in under two hours”..(wow!...now i even sound like those tele-shopping ppl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;so..Jon is a seagull.. young(and hopefully handsome ;) ).. who wants to live life beyond the ordinary chores which enable one to merely survive..gifted with a lot of grit and optimism.. he gets outcast by his clan (or whatever you call it) when he tries to tell his own ppl abt how it was possible even for the seagulls to soar like the falcons and glide like the eagles..(btw i'm not very sure as to which glides and which soars..so sorry if i'm wrong!!).. So this guy..all his life betters himself at flying.. and then reaches himself beyond the bindings of space and time..and helps other ppl(seagulls) also discover this.. and according to him, the only law is one that sets one free (nice outlook)...its like the farther you push yourself..the more you will discover yourself and also in the process.. realise the real Jonathan that lives in each one of us!!..                      nice read really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;and i guess each one who reads this book can and WILL identify with Jon in one way or the other.. for me the most striking similarity b/n me and Jon that i observed was our ability to let go.. the ability to regard things beyond the worldly constraints of time and space.. and the dawning of the truth that nothing is forever..nothing's indispensible in this world.. one must move on.. not that its the only way.. but yes!..its possibly the best way :).. thats the beauty!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;having read almost all of Paulo coelho's works.. i was dubious as to how much impact this book would really have on me.. after reading.. i realised.. it was different in its own way.. where as Coelho's narration comes with a lot of mystic in it.. Bach presents things jus the way they are..its refreshing!!.. bottom line: all you paulo coelho readers..this book is definitely worth a read!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Qouting God-knows-who : “ the sign of a good book is that it changes each time you read it” :)&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/6243668987194165674-1356733965859133642?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/1356733965859133642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=1356733965859133642' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/1356733965859133642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/1356733965859133642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2007/09/change-yourself-in-two-hours.html' title='change yourself in two hours !!'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-2037969993589246134</id><published>2007-09-19T21:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:14:40.434+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Saint Peter prefers the Titanic to Windows OS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Bill Gates dies and goes to heaven, where Saint Peter gives him a smart two-bedroom house with a pretty garden and a tennis court. Pleased  with his lot, Bill quickly settles into his afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;One day he is out walking when he bumps into a man wearing a fine, tailored suit.&lt;br /&gt;“That's really nice,” says Bill. “where did you get it?&lt;br /&gt;“Actually,” says the man, “i was given 50 of these, plus two mansions, a yacht, a golf course and four Rolls-Royces.”&lt;br /&gt;“Wow, wre you a priest or a doctor healing the sick?” asks Bill.&lt;br /&gt;“NO, I was the captain of the Titanic.”&lt;br /&gt;Bill storms off to see Saint Peter. “ How come the captain of a sunken ship gets all that while I, the inventor of the Windows operating system, get a crummy little house?” he asks.&lt;br /&gt;“We use Windows too,” says Saint Peter. “And the Titanic only crashed once. “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;now neither am i against thw Windows ppl nor am i the spokesperson for linux..&lt;br /&gt;i'm jus a beholder.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-2037969993589246134?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/2037969993589246134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=2037969993589246134' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/2037969993589246134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/2037969993589246134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2007/09/saint-peter-prefers-titanic-to-windows.html' title='Saint Peter prefers the Titanic to Windows OS!'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-4276506612647306641</id><published>2007-09-15T23:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-20T19:09:24.633+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity redefined'/><title type='text'>passwords...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One thing I wake up every morning (or for that matter..any time of the day!!) and don’t want to hear at any cost is..”my files/folders have gone corrupt/missing/inaccessible”..this happened a couple weeks ago..since my dear dear sweet :P sister also works on the comp..i usually password-protect my folders  that contain my everything ..one fine evening..i logged on cos’ I had to mail these codes to a friend ..and I double-click the file and the enter pasword dialog opens up..and I enter my passwd.. ******* …but woah!! This stupid message comes up next..”wrong password”!!!!!!!!!!!!! ..now wtf is this??..i tried ..i tried my butt off to open the godamn folder but to no avail!!!.. I had to shut down my PC to stop myself from getting all frust.. i hadnt made a backup..neither online nor off..then i happened to log in the same night for something else..and wanted to give one more vain try to the folder.. as usual.. I punched the passwd.. this time with a little more precision..and LO!!!..the stupid stupid thing opens with no trouble at all.. I was baffled /stupified / flabbergasted (whatever) ..lol…I tried to understand / figure out/ do something to find out why things had happened the way they had.. I mean there had to be an explanation.. I mean …this time ok..i got back my codes and stuff back ..what if next time I password-protected some other &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; sensitive doc.. and things &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; acted-up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It happened again ..yesterday.. I was punching away my passwd as lazily as ever..and access was denied!! DAMN!! I also happened to sign into Gtalk at the same time.. and at that time the ever friendly, ever irritating windows balloon sprang up in the bg.. “ CAPS LOCK IS ON. . .” ..tab jaake’ dimag ki batthi jali!! lol!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-4276506612647306641?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/4276506612647306641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=4276506612647306641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/4276506612647306641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/4276506612647306641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2007/09/passwords.html' title='passwords...'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6243668987194165674.post-1900134589636946478</id><published>2007-09-15T11:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-15T22:48:47.228+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khali'/><title type='text'>Dis blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;2 reasons why i'm writing up this blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*jus like that :p&lt;br /&gt;*to show off my superfluously good english(which of course serves no good to me or others :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i'm gonna post stuff whenever :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*i really am SICK of working for IIT........( which of course will nvr happen :) :) :) )&lt;br /&gt;*i'm sickeningly tired of life and ppl....... (which again will nvr happen)&lt;br /&gt;*i'm sitting hapless/friendless/jobless .....................(i KNOW this ll nvr happen)&lt;br /&gt;*i hav sthng to tell thats jus way too hard to contain.....lol!! (u ll see there's no such stuff n this is jus “hype”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hmm!! by the look of it..i may nvr post even a single blog going by the above “criteria”.. but lol!! i know i will.. cos all of these WILL surface..if not in full magnitude!!..lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;BEHOLD!!!!!!!!! LOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6243668987194165674-1900134589636946478?l=mildcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/feeds/1900134589636946478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6243668987194165674&amp;postID=1900134589636946478' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/1900134589636946478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6243668987194165674/posts/default/1900134589636946478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mildcube.blogspot.com/2007/09/dis-blog.html' title='Dis blog!'/><author><name>Ken</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrYrwKcmFlY/SjILpTryhdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VzCAATFL8mk/S220/me11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
