<?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-8193712</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:36:10.108-08:00</updated><category term='Symbi'/><category term='Technical'/><category term='music'/><category term='engg days'/><category term='Serious'/><category term='Summers'/><category term='travel'/><category term='arbit'/><category term='funny'/><category term='external link'/><title type='text'>random musings</title><subtitle type='html'>very arbit thoughts... very irrelevent descriptions... very my writings...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-7619756094430299420</id><published>2008-05-05T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:19:33.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dude!! Where are the keys!!!!"</title><content type='html'>Raghu was thinking aloud...&lt;br /&gt;"Lets do the banana boat ride when we get to the beach!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah man... it will be awesome fun", Sandy was visibly excited..&lt;br /&gt;"You guys go ahead! I would rather walk along the shore than get myself drenched silly..." Anu was in no mood to get into the water!!&lt;br /&gt;"Come on Anu... Don't be a spoil-sport!! we can get a discount if three of us go..."&lt;br /&gt;"No dude... im not getting into the water... besides someone has to take care of the keys remember."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of them had hired a hotel room at Calangute and had forgotten to deposit the keys at the reception when they had set off for the beach! It was a bright sunny day... There was gonna be no rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they reached the beach, Anu changed her mind and decided to get into the water after all..  She had to keep the keys safe though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three MBA grads had a blast.. they loved the banana boat ride... they came back to the shore wet but happy!! They had thoroughly enjoyed the little adventure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raghu suddenly remembered about the keys...&lt;br /&gt;"Anu check your pockets... the keys are still there right??"&lt;br /&gt;"No keys in the pockets!!" and Anu smiled...&lt;br /&gt;Sandy and Raghu looked at each other puzzled...&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean, you dont have the keys?"&lt;br /&gt;"No keys on me!!"&lt;br /&gt;"They why the hell are you smiling like an idiot!"&lt;br /&gt;"Cos the keys are safe!"&lt;br /&gt;"Er... will you cut the crap and just tell us what happened to the keys??"&lt;br /&gt;"The keys are not in my pockets but they are safe... I am the girl woman remember... you can trust me to be responsible"&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmmm... Ok miss responsible one... whom have you given the keys to?"&lt;br /&gt;"Given the keys to?? Nobody!!"&lt;br /&gt;"ALRIGHT I GIVE UP!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You guys need to learn to take up challenges... atleast guess what happened to the keys"&lt;br /&gt;"You buried them?"&lt;br /&gt;"Absolutely!!!! Finally!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT!! where??? what if someone finds it accidentally and takes it away?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dont worry.. i have not left any markers"&lt;br /&gt;"What!! No markers??? How are we going to find it now??"&lt;br /&gt;"I dug up a little hole to the left of a boat and kept the key there"&lt;br /&gt;"Which boat??"&lt;br /&gt;"That one there.... Er... Er.. i swear when i had buried the key, there was just one boat there... now there are seven"&lt;br /&gt;Sandy and Raghu were doubling up with laughter... Anu had done it again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, they spent the rest of the afternoon digging up arbit holes near arbit boats... unsuccessfully!!! So much for the MBA teaching common sense!!! LOL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-7619756094430299420?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/7619756094430299420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=7619756094430299420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/7619756094430299420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/7619756094430299420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2008/05/dude-where-are-keys.html' title='&quot;Dude!! Where are the keys!!!!&quot;'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-8572748489250640494</id><published>2008-05-05T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T11:14:15.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano man!</title><content type='html'>This happens to be my new favourite song!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Anto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its strange how everytime i listen to this song i feel "not-so-lonely" anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Its nine oclock on a saturday&lt;br /&gt;The regular crowd shuffles in&lt;br /&gt;Theres an old man sitting next to me&lt;br /&gt;Makin love to his tonic and gin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, son, can you play me a memory?&lt;br /&gt;Im not really sure how it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But its sad and its sweet and I knew it complete&lt;br /&gt;When I wore a younger mans clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la, de de da&lt;br /&gt;La la, de de da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Sing us a song, youre the piano man&lt;br /&gt;Sing us a song tonight&lt;br /&gt;Well, were all in the mood for a melody&lt;br /&gt;And youve got us feelin alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now john at the bar is a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;He gets me my drinks for free&lt;br /&gt;And hes quick with a joke or to light up your smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But theres someplace that hed rather be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, bill, I believe this is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;As the smile ran away from his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Well Im sure that I could be a movie star&lt;br /&gt;If I could get out of this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, la la la, de de da&lt;br /&gt;La la, de de da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now paul is a real estate novelist&lt;br /&gt;Who never had time for a wife&lt;br /&gt;And hes talkin with davy whos still in the navy&lt;br /&gt;And probably will be for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the waitress is practicing politics&lt;br /&gt;As the businessmen slowly get stoned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yes, theyre sharing a drink they call loneliness&lt;br /&gt;But its better than drinkin alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a pretty good crowd for a saturday&lt;br /&gt;And the manager gives me a smile&lt;br /&gt;cause he knows that its me theyve been comin to see&lt;br /&gt;To forget about life for a while&lt;br /&gt;And the piano, it sounds like a carnival&lt;br /&gt;And the microphone smells like a beer&lt;br /&gt;And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar&lt;br /&gt;And say, man, what are you doin here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, la la la, de de da&lt;br /&gt;La la, de de da da da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness does manifest itself afterall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-8572748489250640494?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/8572748489250640494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=8572748489250640494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/8572748489250640494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/8572748489250640494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2008/05/piano-man.html' title='Piano man!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-6532720523729752304</id><published>2008-05-05T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T11:06:26.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Symbi'/><title type='text'>the jounney called SCMHRD!!</title><content type='html'>Journey is the reward... After two years, im certain theres no other phrase that describes the two years at SCMHRD any better. Indeed its the journey through the last couple of years that will remain etched in my mind for a really really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Directors speech on day one was not a mere threat... We, the obedient students, did lie down... and they, the authorities, did rape us!! Many of us hadnt seen the orange of the dawn for as long as we were alive... All of that changed here... Five times in a week we saw not just the orange of the dawn but also the threatening black before the break of dawn.. The yoga mats, gym weights and aerobics stools found a new place in the dictionary for meaning instruments of extreme torture and pain inducement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The college was extremely helpful in that they helped decide our engagements for the day. In fact they went one step ahead and put up our daily schedules on the notice board. The day was more or less "activity"- packed.. non-acads.. classes... "diet" lunch (we prefered going on a diet to eating the mess food).. more classes.. assignments.. more assignments.. surprise assignments.. maybe some time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who took a break from working to pursue an MBA.. the schedule was a little difficult to get used to.. the more difficult aspect however was getting used to the absence of regular monthly refills of the bank a/c. This also meant a demotion from Jack Daniels to our's truly Royal Challenge... In many cases the downward increment extended to the suttas ... Benson &amp; the like to "navy cut"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The absence of alternatives made the terrible Tammanna richer... The food was atrocious... the alcohol exorbitant and the attitude of the waiters "beating-worthy".. This was probably a non-credit course trying to teach us patience and gantlemanly behaviour. It did succeed ... to an extent!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Aarambh was a disaster.. (pun intended) However,when pushed against the wall, we came out blazing.. Milaap was probably the best SCMHRD had seen. The laughing director was easily the reward for the hard-work!!Freshers was fun!! Many of us had dates for the first time... Lights... action.. music.. hidden spirits... more action.. Assignments!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The efficient ones managed to find some time to improve on thier social skills... some even managed to decrypt the womans' mind.. Some managed to find partners for life.. SOme for SCMHRD!! They all had fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were to think of three alphabets to best describe fear in the first year, it would have to be FCQ. They literally wreaked havoc with the lifestyles of the inmates of the hall of residence... Back in Bangalore, Friday nights were party nights... suddenly in SCMHRD, the most waited for became the most dreaded night!! Eventually we did manage to find our way through those dreaded FCQ's thanks to some brilliant analysis of previous papers and teachers' behaviours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCMHRD taught us to be patriotic.. and cleanliness-frindly. The batch of 06-08 will probably be the only ones in the world to associate a broom with Republic Day!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attendence and exemptions went hand in hand... If Amit refused, there was always the PLC, Alumni, Admissions, NEEV committees and those gazillion other cells.. There were a few brave ones who even managed to score a hit in absentia.. There were some others who were chased down on a phat-phatiya and asked (a mild term) to return to class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summers happened... we became seniors!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second year was a lot easier to handle... Its probably because the the course was heavily elective-based. Free time led to a host of new, so-far unheard of activities. Infy Chowk walks.. mezza9 .. bucket party.. flood-light cricket, arbit ball games, film festival, Dhoom pichuk Dhoom!! Its ironical though that in the first year when there was all the money saved up from working, there was no time... and in the second year when there wa sall the time in the world, there wasnt a penny to spend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the moment of reckoning!! The placements!! Everyone managed to con the corporates.. Everyone managed hi-flying jobs!! The tears,wrinkles and sweat had given way to joy, laughter and smiles. Everyone was happy!! The campus was vibrant with smiling faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot end this little note without a mention of some words that strike a cord!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-acads, OBL, PLC, sutta, Pfaff, Wakki, Symbolympics, Shivaji Wada-Pav, special-poha, lemon-juice, jam-sessions in the workout hall, batch meets in the workout hall, white shoes, trek to the waterfall, Thousand Oaks, Subbu, Reval, "Degree Nahin Milega", Global IT, NEEV,birthday bash(ing)s, AUDI movie screenings, soaking rain, night-outs, symphony Blues, Vaishali maam, HOLI,Vaishali eating house, attendence, Jyothi, Amit, gym, D roy, RFID, Jantikar, ERP, RC60, Guest lecture fines, backlog, 10:30 pm, gym, aerobics, art of living,  Jobbers, Vedanta, Hilltop trek, DA with Apte, flying phone (ask Rohan), blazers, man acc, fin man, Bhaskar, Prantosh sir, GDPI, Placements, 10 lpa, rise of the asian tiger,Farewell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey is indeed the reward!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-6532720523729752304?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/6532720523729752304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=6532720523729752304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/6532720523729752304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/6532720523729752304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2008/05/jounney-called-scmhrd.html' title='the jounney called SCMHRD!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-1412636720840166876</id><published>2008-01-31T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:36:17.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Friends"</title><content type='html'>"Oh by god!!! hes got close to 500 friends on Orkut!! He must be really friendly..."&lt;br /&gt;I overheard my cousin telling my mom.. &lt;br /&gt;"Yeah yeah... he is always on the chat or on the phone... talking to one friend or the other"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular excerpt of the conversation was playing on my mind for some strange reason.. It irritated me that a number on a website should determine my "friendliness". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are like pillars on whom we build our whole existence... they are the ones who know the innermost you.. the ones who can understand you even before you utter a word..  They care not only to pick you up when you falter but simply walk by your side even in your most confident strides... You don't hesitate to shed a tear on their shoulder.. you don't have to explain anything to them cos they know everything... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet... the more the people who love you so dearly.. the more you feel vulnerable.. Would i want 500 "friends" knowing me inside out... maybe not.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can count my friends on my fingers... yet, we are all friends aren't we.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-1412636720840166876?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/1412636720840166876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=1412636720840166876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/1412636720840166876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/1412636720840166876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2008/01/friends.html' title='&quot;Friends&quot;'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-1175019041334845042</id><published>2008-01-22T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T12:22:27.040-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arbit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>ME!!</title><content type='html'>I was wondering how best i can describe myself in one take, and hence the effort!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE GOES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live black! Colours are coincidental.. I love a canvas with a dash of colours.. I swear by my grandmas Pork Vindaloo and sanas. Jack Daniels is inspiration and RC is a way of life... Music lends life to my existance while the music i create can take someones life away... I can sleep all day if i want to, or not sleep at all.. I like to speak to myself, my closest friends and my cellphone in that order.. I do not like the idea of technology invading my life... yet i give in and adopt to it..&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I love cars.. the bigger they are... the more i love them.. I like girls... i like them more if they like me back.. I like English restaurants and fancy menu cards.. I like it when my pockets are full. I hate roses as much as i hate "honkers". I like silence when its comfortable to be silent.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh with many but cry to few.. I dont regret shedding a tear.. I love to pack my bags... I love the night sky and i love the sound of laughter...I am amused by another human.. intelligent women keep me engaged... i measure conversation by my energy level at the end of it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk even when i have no listeners.. i can be irritating and caustic.. i can also be shy!! Id rather the horns to the halo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-1175019041334845042?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/1175019041334845042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=1175019041334845042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/1175019041334845042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/1175019041334845042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2008/01/me.html' title='ME!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-4768271709559774800</id><published>2008-01-19T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T23:37:18.622-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious'/><title type='text'>Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>Uncertainty is undoubtedly my worst enemy. It keeps me from thinking straight. I wonder what the next moment holds for me... what should be done next.. will it work out.. The concept of probability is only good on paper. The fact that a mere concept should control each and every action of mine scares me no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am towards the end of my post grad studies.. On paper im qualified to take the best decisions in the face of changes and fluctuations... On paper im supposed to conquer shine bright in the face of uncertainty... really??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep within theres this raging conflict.. is this what i wanted? Is this really what i want to be doing after 10 years?  Will i be happy? Will i be doing justice to my education? Is it all good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more i think about these questions, the more dimensions i find, and the more there is left to think about... and with thought comes paranoia. At times i wonder if there is really no way to get rid of the uncertainty... i mean REALLY!!! there must be some where out there... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that my friends seem to contradict in their opinions only makes the uncertain seem more hazy... Each contradiction seems to have a valid argument ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im afraid all this thought will still get me nowhere!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-4768271709559774800?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/4768271709559774800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=4768271709559774800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/4768271709559774800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/4768271709559774800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2008/01/uncertainty.html' title='Uncertainty'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-7748630968168232732</id><published>2008-01-16T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:49:31.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Movies at last!!</title><content type='html'>I saw "Taare Zameen Par" today. It was by far the best hindi movie ive seen in a really really long time. I personally thought that the concept of basing a movie on the difficulties faced by a dyslexic kid was bloody novel. i mean its a welcome change from those featuring semi clad women being chased around bushes by bare chested heroes with a foul "dhin-chak" tune playing in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were moments when i really felt stripped. The song where the dyslexic kid pleads his mom not to send him to a boarding school left me stunned.. The scene at the competition where the lil kid sees his own face on aamir khans canvas and begins to cry.... That, i thought, was the scene of the movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to think of it, hindi cinema is slowly coming of age... Metro, Bheja Fry and now Taare Zameen Par. What i am really happy about is the fact that directors are willing to experiment with the themes... Its the the usual hero-chases-heroine storyline. The fact that newer ideas and executions are being adopted is refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Dus Kahaniyan was a good idea. The concept of 10 short stories on the screen was a novel idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the India shining syndrome is catching up with Bollywood as well... Good for us!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-7748630968168232732?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/7748630968168232732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=7748630968168232732' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/7748630968168232732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/7748630968168232732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-movies-at-last.html' title='Good Movies at last!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-995366805336994378</id><published>2007-11-25T13:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T13:52:24.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the gigantic sieve!!</title><content type='html'>Its strange how light of all colours when mixed together should give you white... and when all of it is removed you get black...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dusk fascinates me... seems like theres a gigantic sieve draining the sky of its hues ... slowly... very very slowly... Its amazing how after the orange and the red theres only black.. and black for a really long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What surprises me is that when dawn sets in.. the same orange and red should seep in first... and then theres white!!!! Its bright again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATURE and its ways... its too strong!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-995366805336994378?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/995366805336994378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=995366805336994378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/995366805336994378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/995366805336994378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2007/11/gigantic-sieve.html' title='the gigantic sieve!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-6435160503145105029</id><published>2007-09-25T13:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T13:41:21.331-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious'/><title type='text'>Sunrise!!!!</title><content type='html'>The little drops of dew shone like crystals strewn in an expanse of green... the fresh green... full of life... The blades of grass seemed to speak to each other in chirpy tones... I felt guilty as i walked across the fields... guilty that i may be inflicting pain on a life condemned to silent speech...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little stream meandered through the green slowly like an endless silvery orange serpent.. The rising sun draped the stream in robes of orange... The crimson of dawn diffused into the black of the night... The otherwise furious sun seemed so calm and harmless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind whistled across the little stunted trees... The leaves rustled gently as if to acknowledge the coldness of the western wind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  occasional chirping of the birds interrupted the silence of the dark... The black slowly faded into light.. orange and then to white... so slowly... yet so surely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So strong are the ways of nature... so compelling are its forms... the most sublime thoughts are lent a shape!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only Adam hadn't eaten the forbidden fruit!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-6435160503145105029?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/6435160503145105029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=6435160503145105029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/6435160503145105029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/6435160503145105029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunrise.html' title='Sunrise!!!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-410840721485966103</id><published>2007-07-31T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T22:01:46.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arbit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious'/><title type='text'>Kill or be killed!!</title><content type='html'>My eyes dilate..brows wrinkle.. Thoughts rush through a confused mind. My ears feel cold with little droplets trickling down the sides.. A steely resolve grips my heart.. The desire to break out of myself manifests itself in an urge to challenge the sturdy hands that supress my identity.. A dry tongue lends voice to the screams of my heart.. "I can't wait to be free"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long years of pain and suppression have chained me to the ground.. groveling on the murky mire waiting for the sands to cover the mortal mess. Not no more!! The hardened heart waits no more!! The weakened body holds no more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My frail hands clutch the steel. "Will there be light??", " Is this the chosen moment?"&lt;br /&gt;Staggering to my feet, I hold aloft the silvery streak.. The arms feel a  strength they haven't felt before. My legs suddenly seem sturdy.. The diffused thoughts give way to a clear resolve.. Aa resolve to fight.. Of blood and gore i fear no more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chains cannot keep me down no more... The decision is made.. "Kill or be killed"&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes... the sun shines bright...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-410840721485966103?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/410840721485966103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=410840721485966103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/410840721485966103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/410840721485966103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2007/07/kill-or-be-killed.html' title='Kill or be killed!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-2087100904973471182</id><published>2007-06-30T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:04:46.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='external link'/><title type='text'>Bangbangbang!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I came across this absolutely whacky arbit flash thingie while surfing the net!!! I mean the arbitness beats me for words....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I this this is a must watch!!! Good laugh !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.flashstuf.com/player.swf" quality="high" flashvars="page=bangbangbang&amp;amp;file=bangbangbang" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="225" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://flashstuf.com/flash/bangbangbang.php"&gt;add this to your site!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-2087100904973471182?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/2087100904973471182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=2087100904973471182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/2087100904973471182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/2087100904973471182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2007/06/bangbangbang.html' title='Bangbangbang!!!!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-4299349715210650908</id><published>2007-06-28T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:04:05.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Go Goa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/2Nuq7ZulRGE" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/2Nuq7ZulRGE" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In march 2007, 4 totally vella fellows decided to take off to Goa to beat the stress at college!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was a spontaneous decision and none of us would have even imagined that it would happen considering the circumstances... but well it did happen!!! and what a trip it turned out to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been to goa 5 times before this but this was by far the best trip to that place ever!!!! Zzanzan managed to capture some of those sooper moments on his handycam... and we managed to come up with this video!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are having difficulty viewing the video... you can access the same &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/v/2Nuq7ZulRGE"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-4299349715210650908?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/4299349715210650908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=4299349715210650908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/4299349715210650908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/4299349715210650908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2007/06/go-goa_28.html' title='Go Goa'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-1083084061539237773</id><published>2007-06-16T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:03:41.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arbit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>The omelette and the milk!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ive always wanted to cook something for myself... Ive tried a million times but have failed miserably... even the tea i make turns into some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; brown-black suspension... Mom tried a million times to teach me how to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; the bare essentials but even she threw up her hands and gave up... Not only that.. she denied me entry into the kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I however managed to find an ally in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mansij&lt;/span&gt;... we would try to make all kinds of "exotic" dishes and would end up making some other "exotic" dish!! After surveying the mess, I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conveniently&lt;/span&gt; say "bye bye" while he not just had to clean up but also finish off the delicacies ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However last week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vinayak&lt;/span&gt; and i managed to make our first successful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;omelet&lt;/span&gt;te.... scrambled eggs actually... but none the less it was edible!! :)&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/_5qsaecQgghs/RnTZTvrISdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ADrOi65cUkE/s1600-h/cooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnTZTvrISdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ADrOi65cUkE/s320/cooks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076921613191498194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy faces after the successful preparation of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;omelette&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Good god!!! was I ecstatic or what!!!! I dint cause much damage either... so it was all well.... UNTIL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;vinayak&lt;/span&gt; decided to crave for some milk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not realise that cutting open a milk packet would be that damn difficult... I peacefully slid the blade along the upper corner of the sachet... the milk started gushing out... for some strange reason, i decided to hold the packet tighter. Dammit... the milk would flow more furiously... Just then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ritu&lt;/span&gt; enters the kitchen and sees milk spilt all over the kitchen and starts bellowing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; more nervous than ever before... more pressure... more milk... man!!!! there was milk all over the place now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnTaI_rISeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mkZAxsQGLpw/s1600-h/bad+cooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnTaI_rISeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mkZAxsQGLpw/s320/bad+cooks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076922528019532258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So much for cooking!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;grrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-1083084061539237773?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/1083084061539237773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=1083084061539237773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/1083084061539237773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/1083084061539237773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2007/06/omelette-and-milk.html' title='The omelette and the milk!!!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnTZTvrISdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ADrOi65cUkE/s72-c/cooks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-8813236622985744518</id><published>2007-06-14T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:03:20.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>The trip to Dhanaulti!!</title><content type='html'>Date: 06-June-2007 to 12-June-2007&lt;br /&gt;Place: Delhi... Dehradun... Hrishikesh... Dhanaulti (Whispering Pines)&lt;br /&gt;Itenary: 40 hours by train to Delhi... weathering 43 deg celsius... 10 hours by Tavera to whispering pines... rock climbing... staying in a tent... rappling... trekking upto 10000 feet above sea level... visiting the Surkhanda devi temple... rafting... 7 hours drive back to Delhi...&lt;br /&gt;Experience: Stunning!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things that words cant describe... i'll let the pictures do the talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnQ-ZPrISSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/C28ytsmdjEE/s1600-h/raftz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnQ-ZPrISSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/C28ytsmdjEE/s320/raftz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076751283378473250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was alright until the instructor decided that everyone should get a feel of the cold water... and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnQ-7PrISTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oMck1Z9N_Ts/s1600-h/again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnQ-7PrISTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oMck1Z9N_Ts/s320/again.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076751867494025522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys even rappled... I missed out... i wish i hadnt chickened out... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnRAcfrISUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JsTDJH-LC5I/s1600-h/sud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnRAcfrISUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JsTDJH-LC5I/s320/sud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076753538236303682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but i did manage the climb.. 35 feet up... huffed and puffed.. but managed!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnRGOvrISXI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZhgXu-CV5pk/s1600-h/r001-009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnRGOvrISXI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZhgXu-CV5pk/s320/r001-009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076759899082869106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was the night trek and the bon-fire!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnRDofrISVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lCUmMKr7gK8/s1600-h/r001-015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnRDofrISVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lCUmMKr7gK8/s320/r001-015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076757042929617234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnREvvrISWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UNIOs45YkTY/s1600-h/r001-017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnREvvrISWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UNIOs45YkTY/s320/r001-017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076758266995296610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally... the trek to 10000 feet asl. It was one helluvan amazing trek!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnRHIfrISYI/AAAAAAAAABM/tmnReDcEXPM/s1600-h/trek4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnRHIfrISYI/AAAAAAAAABM/tmnReDcEXPM/s320/trek4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076760891220314498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnRHgvrISZI/AAAAAAAAABU/KTCHx4D2SSc/s1600-h/trek11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnRHgvrISZI/AAAAAAAAABU/KTCHx4D2SSc/s320/trek11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076761307832142226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweating and panting we managed to get to the Surkhanda devi temple atop the hill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnRH7vrISaI/AAAAAAAAABc/PMXDIJrJ9xQ/s1600-h/trek15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnRH7vrISaI/AAAAAAAAABc/PMXDIJrJ9xQ/s320/trek15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076761771688610210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we had our funny moments as well... more SCARY actually!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnRI1frIScI/AAAAAAAAABs/Mr-_nFGFRfI/s1600-h/r001-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnRI1frIScI/AAAAAAAAABs/Mr-_nFGFRfI/s320/r001-004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076762763826055618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all... one of the best trips ive gone on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-8813236622985744518?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/8813236622985744518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=8813236622985744518' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/8813236622985744518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/8813236622985744518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2007/06/date-06-june-2007-to-12-june-2007-place.html' title='The trip to Dhanaulti!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/RnQ-ZPrISSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/C28ytsmdjEE/s72-c/raftz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-8070154395147034960</id><published>2007-06-05T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:09:16.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technical'/><title type='text'>Orkut and Youtube worm!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Viruses are getting better by the day... they not just wreak havoc with the comps ... now they even laugh at your face!!!! no im not kidding... THEY LAUGH MUHAHHAHAHAHAH AT YOUR FACE!!!!! what balls!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened about a week ago. I had some taken a friend’s pen drive to transfer some music onto my computer. After a while, I casually decided to check my mailbox. I tried opening mozilla and the computer threw a very strange message.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“ I do not have anything against mozilla but use IE otherwise…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I was quite shocked. “Bill Gates???” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hate IE. So I did everything possible to get Mozilla running but it was just not possible. I reluctantly opened IE and tried logging onto Orkut. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“Orkut is banned. The administrators have not written this program. Guess who??” Like it was not frustrating enough, a loud gross voice laughs at &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; face… I was losing it … seriously!!!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This happened with youtube as well…Just imagine… u have a laptop… a high speed internet connection… yet you cant use orkut or youtube… and you cant use the mozilla browser.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I tried uninstalling and reinstalling mozilla but it was not working. This went on for a week. Today I happened to find the manual "virus slaying" technique… am I excited or what!!! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Just in case you’ve also managed to get yourself into the shit-hole… here’s the remedy:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Log into windows in the safe mode (This you can do by repeatedly pressing F8 button after switching on the machine)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Search for svchost.exe in the system. Look for the files that do not lie in the windows folder and note down the path.The worm does not allow you to access hidden folders. So you have to first change the registry entries. Go to start &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;à&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; run and type regedit&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Go to the following path: HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE\SOFTWARE\Microsoft\Windows\currentversion&lt;br /&gt;\Explorer\Advanced\Folder\Hidden\SHOWALL and change the key from 2 to 1.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This will enable you to see the hidden files in the system.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now check the path of the svchost.exe file. You will find that there will be a svchost.exe in C:\heap41a folder. This folder is created by the virus and has the associated mp3 and the script files. Delete this folder manually either directly in windows or through DOS.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now go to: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE\SOFTWARE\Microsoft\Windows\currentversion&lt;br /&gt;\Policies\Explorer\Run. The key there will contain a path to the worm folder. Clear this key.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This clears the system of the w32.USBWorm.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This worm spreads through the USB port… so to prevent this irritating virus from entering your computer, disable the auto-run facility on your windows and always scan the USB device with a trusted anti-virus. &lt;/p&gt;Im just hoping they wont try to get back at me now!!!! Phew!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-8070154395147034960?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/8070154395147034960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=8070154395147034960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/8070154395147034960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/8070154395147034960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2007/06/orkut-and-youtube-worm.html' title='Orkut and Youtube worm!!!!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-7519034715181763157</id><published>2007-04-16T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:11:30.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summers'/><title type='text'>Summers!!</title><content type='html'>I am here in Bangalore for my summers. If the first few days are anything to go by, I am assured of one helluva time!!!&lt;br /&gt;During my working days, we used to get summer trainees at Iflex solutions. We would feel sorry for them cos they generally did those jobs which nobody else would want to. It seemed like it was all coming back to me… Only this time, I was on the other side of the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to report at 10 a.m. I was there by 9:30. I looked around and made friends with the other trainees. A little past 10, we were led to a conference room where we were asked to introduce ourselves. This was followed by an informative PPT. So far so good… The fun starts now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sudeep, Elwin and Ahana will be going to CVR campus. The rest will remain here.”&lt;br /&gt;“Er..”&lt;br /&gt;“You guys can have lunch and leave to the other office”&lt;br /&gt;“Er… No we will have lunch there!!”&lt;br /&gt;“Alright!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the CVR office, we were not allowed to enter the campus.&lt;br /&gt;“Hello…. Who are you.”&lt;br /&gt;“We are summer trainees.. we have been asked to report here.”&lt;br /&gt;“Where is your badge?”&lt;br /&gt;“We are joining now. We don’t have a badge as yet.”&lt;br /&gt;“That’s fine. But where is you badge?”&lt;br /&gt;“Duh!!! The badge is in your drawer. You give us the badge.”&lt;br /&gt;“Im sorry sir. I cant let you enter the office.”&lt;br /&gt;“Bhai saab!!! I have to have to get inside.. Understand…”&lt;br /&gt;“No sir… “&lt;br /&gt;Another one of those pot bellied guys came and stood beside him… We dint quite have a chance…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not even have the number of the guy we were supposed to report to. We called up the guy at WTR and asked him for our manager’s number. After about half an hour of cursing and ranting, we managed to get an airtel number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sir… We are summer trainees. We are supposed to report to you. The guard does not seem to understand…”&lt;br /&gt;“Er… ok give the phone to him”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matter resolved??? Only temporarily…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to get badges. But every door had magnetic swipe devices. But the badges did not have the swipe cards. They were merely plastic badges. So we had to wait at every door for someone to pass by. It was quite funny how every wait was not less than 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After speaking to our respective managers, we decided to catch lunch. We walk into the cafeteria and the guy there says.&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry sir!!! Lunch over!!”&lt;br /&gt;“Lunch over!!!! ???? What you talking about???”&lt;br /&gt;“Khali saaar… No more lunch”&lt;br /&gt;Perfect start to my internship I muttered…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our login details and the terminals. I sat down on the chair and was telling myself that I should finish all set-up’s and initializations before I left for the day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered the login id and the password… the computer was not logging on… I tried again… and again… and again… The computer was just not logging on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked closely and realized that there was no network cable. Phew!!! A series of mails and calls which finally culminated in the operator informing me that the computer would be ready only the next day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharp 6 pm… I downed a cup of black tea… and set off homewards….&lt;br /&gt;“Tomorrow can’t get worse!!! Just can’t!!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-7519034715181763157?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/7519034715181763157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=7519034715181763157' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/7519034715181763157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/7519034715181763157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2007/04/summers.html' title='Summers!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-6840825638203478693</id><published>2007-04-11T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:02:57.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious'/><title type='text'>To Daffy!!!!</title><content type='html'>Daffy!!!! He was the BEST DOGGIE in the world!!!! The naughtiest, friendliest and most lovable doggie ever!!!! He was my bestest friend ever!!! I could sit with him for hours. While I would go on and on with my stories, he would look at me, nod his head and shake his tail… as if to say “been there done that buddy!!” He was a soopa doggie!! He could read my mind. When I was low, he would rub his furry back against my leg and look at me as if to ask me what was my story. When I was happy he would jump about with me!!! &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/Rh0qOUq7-kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nwU-QN1EDlc/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/Rh0qOUq7-kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nwU-QN1EDlc/s320/scan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052240782534900290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Daffy!!! We all miss you!!! If somehow you do manage to read this, WE LOVE YOU!!! You may have left us behind… but you will always remain close to us!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/Rh0qe0q7-lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6LVpOe02dgg/s1600-h/Photo%28030%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/Rh0qe0q7-lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6LVpOe02dgg/s320/Photo%28030%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052241066002741842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your soul rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&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/8193712-6840825638203478693?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/6840825638203478693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=6840825638203478693' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/6840825638203478693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/6840825638203478693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-daffy.html' title='To Daffy!!!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qsaecQgghs/Rh0qOUq7-kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nwU-QN1EDlc/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-2781176013216819091</id><published>2007-01-07T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:02:41.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Symbi'/><title type='text'>Raped!!!!</title><content type='html'>I feel violated!!! Oh Hell!! I do!!&lt;br /&gt;The WAC assignment was due for submission on the 14th at 10 am. Its one of those bloosy subjects where the prof refuses to acknowledge that a printout is neater than a handwritten doc.&lt;br /&gt;"Ink and paper", he says, " Its difficult to copy from a handwritten doc."&lt;br /&gt;Well.. the case was not too difficult... Frankly, it seemed rather straight... I saw everyone around me making notes and I wondered why people were spending so much time on a case so simple...&lt;br /&gt;WAC can wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before submission, I began to read the case again... this time a lil more attentively... I realised that it wasnt half as easy as i thought i was... 3 hours into making notes and i was back where i started... no leads...&lt;br /&gt;More coffee... more abuses... more notes...&lt;br /&gt;No effect...&lt;br /&gt;I was beginning to get a lil irritated... i was feelin like a complete idiot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to my neighbours room. People had already completed thier assignments. I asked them for ideas. The pointers seemed absolutely fascinating... but as soon as i got back to my room, i realised that they were very generic and did not pertain to the case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More thinking... no ideas... damn my grey cells..&lt;br /&gt;I made a rough draft and decided it was not worthwhile wasting my sleep over the silly assignment. At half past five while jogging along for the mandatory jog, i went over the case in my mind... nothing different seemed to strike me...&lt;br /&gt;By now, almost everyone had completed thier assignments and i was beginning to get a little worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurried back, picked the draft and started preparing the fair copy, promptly incorporating anything that seemed remotely logical... In an hours time i was done with the write up. The solutio seemed logical and the more i read the write up, the more perfect it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;I was proud of my abilities... i was beginning to feel like an analyst.. wow!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I would soon be THE man every consultancy would want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week passed by peacefully... then the prof walks into class with a bundle of papers..&lt;br /&gt;"a couple of good ones... the rest belongs to the bin"&lt;br /&gt;I was confident that mine was one of the 'couple" he mentioned..&lt;br /&gt;"Highest in class... 26/40... average score ... around 18-20/40."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked my paper... 12/40&lt;br /&gt;I turned it around to see if it could be 26 written any other way...&lt;br /&gt;I read through the case again... I was struck with disbelief... How would a piece of genius fetch just 12 marks????&lt;br /&gt;I checked the comments&lt;br /&gt;"The solutions are structured well... but your problem definition is wrong. You have identified and solved the wrong problem.... "&lt;br /&gt;What the hell... i atleast SOLVED a problem...&lt;br /&gt;12!!!???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violated!!! hammered!!! ego squashed to pulp!!!&lt;br /&gt;RAPED... yet life goes on!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-2781176013216819091?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/2781176013216819091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=2781176013216819091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/2781176013216819091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/2781176013216819091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2007/01/raped.html' title='Raped!!!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-7007143492862181096</id><published>2007-01-07T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:02:22.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Symbi'/><title type='text'>FCQ!!!!</title><content type='html'>For the uninitiated... FCQ's are "frequently conducted quizzes" which are conducted every saturday morning !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30 pm -Friday Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;"Abbe.. are you sure we have RM &amp;amp; BLaw and nothing else"&lt;br /&gt;"We could have HRM..."&lt;br /&gt;"Who told you???"&lt;br /&gt;"Room 8445 ...."&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck man... Mr.XYZ was also hinting at a probable MM test.."&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously?? how many chapters has he covered??"&lt;br /&gt;"donno man.. wat abt DA???"&lt;br /&gt;"i doubt.. he caught us unawares last week"&lt;br /&gt;"accounts???"&lt;br /&gt;"nahin re... he hasnt even covered 2 chapters..."&lt;br /&gt;"ops???"&lt;br /&gt;"oh fuck!! wait a sec... i forgot abt ops.. and ERP!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Shit!!"&lt;br /&gt;"So we could have RM, BLaw,OPS or ERP???"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah... 9:30 am tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;"hmmm......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 am saturday&lt;br /&gt;"abbe... I studied RM and BLaw.."&lt;br /&gt;"bloody... i hit a night out... i did ops also.."&lt;br /&gt;"DA?????"&lt;br /&gt;"I know... who would have expected DA back to back???"&lt;br /&gt;"i friggin slogged all night and the bottomline... well nevamind"&lt;br /&gt;"hmmm....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did someone say Murphy???? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-7007143492862181096?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/7007143492862181096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=7007143492862181096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/7007143492862181096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/7007143492862181096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2007/01/fcq.html' title='FCQ!!!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-116817124608873170</id><published>2007-01-07T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:02:05.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>The pound of flesh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Warning: The hindi conversations are a testimony to my atrocious spoken skills at Hindi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;please carry on at your own peril!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Of late I haven’t had the opportunity to blog. But this incident truly deserves a mention…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One bright and sunny morning, Jonnie decide to go to the city. Now city is a good 30 km from our college … so going to the city is like a really time consuming and painful ritual. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;His cellphone was behaving badly. So he decided to hand it over to the “cellphone clinic”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Javed, the friendly shopkeeper looks at the phone, “Saab, the IC itself is gone. You will have to change it. I have it ready with me. Come back at &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="15"&gt;3 pm.&lt;/st1:time&gt; Vapas de doonga.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Accha… cool hain… &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="15"&gt;3 pm&lt;/st1:time&gt; tak aajaoonga”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jonnie remembered that his friends were celebrating life by drinking all day on that day. He decided to join them. A little small talk… a little wine… the spirits beginning to soar... and the clock strikes &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="14"&gt;2:30&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Faaaak… Mera cellphone lana hain… il be back in sometime… leave some wine… damn just when I was beginning to feel nice… “ *mumble mumble*…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;“Boss… cellphone ready ho &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; kya??”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Sirji… er… aapka cellphone Mumbai beja hoon… shaam tak vapas aajayega…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Kya hua..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Ek chota sa component kharab ho &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; tha…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Shaam kab vapas aaoo??”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="19"&gt;7 pm&lt;/st1:time&gt; tak aajayie… ready hoga”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*mumble mumble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Bastard sent my phone to Mumbai …”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“What the fuck for???”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Some bloody component…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“So he could’ve got the component sent here..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Er… dint strike me… but WTF!!! Il get it in&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a couple of hours… Sheily will call only at night so its fine”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Cheers.. “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The clock struck 7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Holy Mother of Christ!!!! Its seven… that fellow told me to collect my cellphone… If the bugger shuts his shop… I’m screwed…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Bhaiya!!! Hogaya kya..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Saab… Abhi tak vapas nahi aaya”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Kya bol rahe ho… 7 o clock aane ko bola tha… abhi 9 hogaya hain…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Sirji… 10 O clock aajaiye … definitely mil jayega…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Yaar, I have to go for a party tonight…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Saab… aap kal subah collect kijiye…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“But my friend will call…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“No problem… Use this Motorola piece for now…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Arre… This is like a brick… How will I carry this around”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Sir.. ek din ki to baat hain …”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Fuck it!!!! What a life!!!’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Faaaaaak… I gotta collect the cellphone… Ive got that damn OR lecture in the afternoon… Cant miss it man…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“What time did he tell you to come?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“12…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Its already 12… u overslept… Your class is at &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="14"&gt;2:30&lt;/st1:time&gt; na… You better leave now if you wanna attend the OR class”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“ Bhai!!! Hogaya kya??”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Saab… Kal raat who type puncture ho &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;???”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Cellphone main tyre kaise aagaya???”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Saab… who ladka aapka cellphone leke aaraha tha… &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Tyre&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; puncture ho &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*super puzzled look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Now what????”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Saab… aap ghoomke vapas aajaiye… 3 O clock tak 100% miljayega…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Fuck!! There goes my OR class”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="15"&gt;3:00 pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Ok… done with this bloody hopeless movie… I hope the phone is fixed… the slimy SOB… Il eat his head off if he dosent give me the phone now”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jonnie managed to find an auto to take him to that “cellphone clinic”. He had already spent close to 400 bucks on these arbit trips. Two of those with a brick in his pocket..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“ Arre… Is shop ka malik kaha &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; hain?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Saab… abhi bahar gaye hain… vapas aajayenge… aap yahan wait kijiye”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Arre chotu… 4 O clock ho &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;… mera cellphone milega ki nahin…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Sirji… il call him up…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Bhai saab… aap apne darshan karaoge??”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Aap kaun??”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Tera baap… saale mera cellphone leke bhaag &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; aur phir poochta hain kaun???”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Saab… abhi 10 minute main aajaonga… aapka cellphone ready hain”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“10 minute ke baad main paise nahin doonga”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“&lt;st1:place&gt;Saar&lt;/st1:place&gt;… abhi aajoonga”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="17" minute="30"&gt;5:30 pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“ Sirji … lo aapka cellphone..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Haa.. thank you ji…” and Jonnie began to walk…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Sirji… 500 hua …”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Nahi doonga…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Dena hi padega”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Catch me if you can..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With this Jonnie began to run…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The fellow chased him and jumped on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;“ Saale, paise nahi dega??”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;“Nahi doonga... kutte... kamine maa*****“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They started beating each other up… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally the passers by separated them… Jonnie got into an auto and headed back to the bus stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;His arm was hurting real bad… He unbuttoned his shirt. And lo!!! There was a huge bite on his chest!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The man had bitten off a good half kg off his chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Talk about love bites!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good night!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-116817124608873170?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/116817124608873170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=116817124608873170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/116817124608873170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/116817124608873170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2007/01/pound-of-flesh.html' title='The pound of flesh!!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-116817087967499612</id><published>2007-01-07T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T03:54:39.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody long hiatus!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi folks!!!&lt;br /&gt;Im so friggin tempted to say the  cliched  " Im back ..... and im better than ever"&lt;br /&gt;Seriously i feel so ME now that im back to blogging..&lt;br /&gt;I had lost my account password and had a torrid time retrieving it...&lt;br /&gt;nevamind the excuses... im back!!!&lt;br /&gt;AND THATS THE BOTTOMLINE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;mug!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-116817087967499612?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/116817087967499612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=116817087967499612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/116817087967499612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/116817087967499612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2007/01/bloody-long-hiatus.html' title='Bloody long hiatus!!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-114651506914609101</id><published>2006-05-01T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:01:34.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Rod wins!!!!!</title><content type='html'>When i was in high school, we were staying in a rented house near my school.The owner of the&lt;br /&gt;place had this dog called Tommy. He was a stray dog but the owner decided that he resembled him too much to let him remain a mongrel.So that was how Tommy had found a home.Tommy had these whimsical mood swings.... One moment he would be too lazy to bark and the next he would bark at even the neighbours cycle.&lt;br /&gt;One eventful day one of my close friends decided to come over home.He knew of Tommy since he had come home a couple of times..but Tommy hadnt as much as even sniffed at him... So he had the impression that Tommy was too docile to even swat a fly...&lt;br /&gt;"Oye Elweeeeeeeeen"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah dude... comeeeeeeng" i screamed back from inside.&lt;br /&gt;I was changing so I was taking a bit of time.&lt;br /&gt;Rod decided that Tommy was too tame to be frightened of. He thought that he would be able to manage.&lt;br /&gt;He slowly opened the gate and started walking towards the stairs. Tommy was barking.. But then again barking dogs seldom bite.. so there wasnt any reason to panic... as yet!!&lt;br /&gt;This was when something suddenly went wrong. He had hardly taken a few steps when Tommy suddenly jumped over the small metal separation, which was supposed to keep him from mankind,and headed straight for Rod.&lt;br /&gt;Rod dint quite have an option. He started screaming heading straight towards me. Tommy for some strange reason took this as an opportunity to showcase his athletic abilities.He went straight for Rod's bottoms.He grasped whatever his teeth could.... and that happened to be Rod's wallet.&lt;br /&gt;Rod however kept running.. he ran with all he had... Tommy's canines had penetrated deep into his wallet but even that would not stop him.. he kept running...&lt;br /&gt;Tommy had to give up in the end... Rod won the battle againt the beast... however he still has the wallet with four holes... and fond memories!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-114651506914609101?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/114651506914609101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=114651506914609101' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/114651506914609101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/114651506914609101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2006/05/rod-wins.html' title='Rod wins!!!!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-114466353414001005</id><published>2006-04-10T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:01:17.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>"Bruno Choo"</title><content type='html'>Dumass never fails to amuse me… Well!! Here’s one incident that makes me laugh every time I think about it…&lt;br /&gt;Nick was this class topper material who kept pulling her leg all the time… sometimes casually… sometimes nasty… but what he didn’t realize was that her patience was slowly running out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Finished your kannada assignment???”&lt;br /&gt;“Oatu”&lt;br /&gt;“Its not oatu dumass… its aitu…”&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Nick… you know im bad at kannada... Why don’t you come over home and teach me??”&lt;br /&gt;“Er… ok… sometime…”&lt;br /&gt;“No you come home today.”&lt;br /&gt;“Today…er... Got a cricket…”&lt;br /&gt;“Pleeeeeeaase” *cheesy smile*&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm…. Ok... Only one hour”&lt;br /&gt;“You won’t need even an hour...”&lt;br /&gt;“What???”&lt;br /&gt;“No… im a very quick learner. So catch you in the evening”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno was a fierce Doberman… Dumass’ Doberman!! Now im sure you know what was on her mind… He had almost always been tied. One look and the weak hearted would invariable realize that they had weak bladders as well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Dumass… where are you?”&lt;br /&gt;“One second… Please remain in the porch... I’ll come right away.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An instant later she opens the door, holding onto the belt that held back Bruno…&lt;br /&gt;“Hey that’s a scary dog. Tie him up”&lt;br /&gt;“Why?”&lt;br /&gt;“He is bloody scary. Tie him up.”&lt;br /&gt;“No I don’t like to tie him up”&lt;br /&gt;“Then I won’t teach you anything.”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t teach…”&lt;br /&gt;She looked once at Bruno and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;“Bruno Choo”&lt;br /&gt;With that she let Bruno loose. Now I’d like to remind you that Bruno had never ever been let loose when there was a stranger in the house. It was perhaps the first time he had heard those sweet words, “Bruno Choo”.&lt;br /&gt;He ran towards Nick with all he had. In the meanwhile, Nick realized what was happening. He ran straight for the gate. However he realized that he would never get to the gate before Bruno. He noticed a stone slab, and scaled the neighbours wall using that stone. But Bruno did the same thing. By now Nick was screaming his lungs out… running for his life… It was man against beast… He ran right into the neighbor’s house… and didn’t stop running till he reached the balcony. Bruno however wasn’t that lucky. He was stopped at the door. He however wouldn’t budge. He stayed rooted near the door barking and growling. Nick was screaming, tears rolling down his red cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;Dumass walks out smiling…&lt;br /&gt;“Late for cricket match huh??”&lt;br /&gt;“Il tell momma…”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-114466353414001005?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/114466353414001005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=114466353414001005' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/114466353414001005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/114466353414001005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2006/04/bruno-choo.html' title='&quot;Bruno Choo&quot;'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-114364466839715780</id><published>2006-03-29T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:01:00.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious'/><title type='text'>From Idlis to the IIMs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/543/1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/543/400/image001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very inspiring article!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how people overcome adversity by staring it in face!!!&lt;br /&gt;check it out for yourself!!!!&lt;br /&gt;just in case ur unable to read it from the pic thats attached, an excerpt of the interview in text form is included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;tt style="font-style: italic;"&gt; From the slums of Chennai to the hallowed precincts of IIM-A, you are among the select few who realised their dreams...&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; I always dreamt of earning enough one day to take my mother away from the one room hut we stayed in, to a life of comfort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;tt style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; I have had a tough childhood and until I joined BITS-Pilani for my graduation, I thought everybody had a similar life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; I was just six when my father left us to face starvation. With a meagre salary of Rs 30, which she earned through a job, she managed to educate me and my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; To make ends meet, she would make idlis and I would sell them on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&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&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&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;tt style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But after all this, you refused a job offer of Rs 8.5 lakh per annum?&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; It would have been very easy to take up a corporate job and give my family all the comforts they have never had. But that's not my ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; I'd rather have my own company and employ one person who can support four other lives. That is why I have decided to begin my catering business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&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&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;tt style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why only catering?&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Serving someone food is an extremely satisfying feeling. The smile that you get after giving good food to someone is&lt;br /&gt;an experience to cherish. Moreover, this industry has less investment and a high turn-over.  For the time being though, I am working hard to negotiate offers I have received from different companies and individuals&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how is life otherwise?&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I love bikes and cars... and yes, I do have a girlfriend who's very supportive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: source courtesy ToI!!!&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&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&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&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&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-114364466839715780?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/114364466839715780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=114364466839715780' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/114364466839715780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/114364466839715780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2006/03/from-idlis-to-iims.html' title='From Idlis to the IIMs'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-114364237087185358</id><published>2006-03-28T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:00:41.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Smitten bitten (??) and now shy...</title><content type='html'>Jack and Jill dint exactly go up the hill … But well they did what they had to do in there and came back all so sweaty…&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm…&lt;br /&gt;Jack was 24... Oozing testosterone… Jill was 21… she was “yo”!!! Well like in most love stories they swore they wouldn’t have found anyone else better…&lt;br /&gt;On that eventful day I happened to go out with Jack and Jill… Well the chemistry was perfect. Even the most non-sex related topics would make the two of them cuddle up … This is love, I thought to myself!!!!&lt;br /&gt;A couple of drinks later a fourth friend joined us. We discussed at length what love meant to different people... While Jack and Jill seemed to be professors, Ron and I were content playing the role of diligent students. After paying the careful ear for nearly an hour, I realized Jack and Jill had just taken the opportunity (yet again) to tell each other (yet again) how much they loved each other!!! Forgiveness is virtue and im a virtuous man!!! Maybe I was too drunk to pull my hair …&lt;br /&gt;I decided to call it a day. Thought I would get back home and retire to bed early…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I would well have had a great nights sleep but for Jack calling me up well past midnight. The gentleman (read ass) that I am… I picked up the call.&lt;br /&gt;“Oye Dude…” *panting*&lt;br /&gt;“Er… er… who is speaking?”&lt;br /&gt;“Dude im in big shit!!!”&lt;br /&gt;“Er.. My sympathies... but who’s speaking”&lt;br /&gt;“Jack…”&lt;br /&gt;“Jack!!!!! What the **** are u calling me up in the middle of my sleep for”&lt;br /&gt;“I got screwed man!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;“You got screwed??? That’s wonderful. Very hearty congratulations… Now can I go back to sleep?”&lt;br /&gt;“No you don’t get it… I just got caught screwing.”&lt;br /&gt;“What in the hell are u talking about??”&lt;br /&gt;“I made out with Jill and got caught.”&lt;br /&gt;“Where??? When??? By whom??”&lt;br /&gt;“I parked the car under a streetlamp on Jefferson Street.”&lt;br /&gt;“Ok... And you thought you guys were the invisible love machines???”&lt;br /&gt;“No I wanted to make sure we knew what we were doing!!”&lt;br /&gt;“Under a streetlamp… yeah ok… go on...”&lt;br /&gt;“The goorkha saw the windows looking abnormal...”&lt;br /&gt;“It’s called respiration my friend.”&lt;br /&gt;“Ah well… anyways… He thought something fishy was going on!!”&lt;br /&gt;“Even I would... ok stop the crap... Tell me what happened... is it big shit or real big shit??”&lt;br /&gt;“Well I had to open the door. He caught me with my pants down.”&lt;br /&gt;“Wah!!! Three cheers to love... did he laugh??? I would have…”&lt;br /&gt;“Ok stop being the cynical bastard… He threatened to raise an alarm.”&lt;br /&gt;“So what did you do? You proclaimed your love for her again??”&lt;br /&gt;“Nahin yaar… I tried… but he dint buy it...”&lt;br /&gt;At this point I couldn’t take it any longer and burst out laughing!!!&lt;br /&gt;“You cynical son of a gun… I thought you had a heart!!!”&lt;br /&gt;“Well I do have a heart but well... The goorkha must well have had a hearty laugh huh…”&lt;br /&gt;“Whatever… the guy took my dads number.”&lt;br /&gt;“And Jill??”&lt;br /&gt;“The goorkha dint see her.”&lt;br /&gt;“So??? ”&lt;br /&gt;“He dint ask her anything...”&lt;br /&gt;I again burst out laughing… This time I was almost in tears.&lt;br /&gt;“You son of a gun… Now what shall I do??”&lt;br /&gt;“Tell your dad everything…”&lt;br /&gt;I was bending over in laughter now, “Marry her dude... You love her don’t you?”&lt;br /&gt;“Er… Well you know…”&lt;br /&gt;“So much for true love”&lt;br /&gt;“Which number did you give?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yours …”&lt;br /&gt;“You friggin chimp in heat… of all your friends on planet Earth, you found me??”&lt;br /&gt;“Please help me out this time… Il return the favor...”&lt;br /&gt;“Trust me dude I won’t make out with my true love under a god dam street lamp…”&lt;br /&gt;“Dude but I hardly ask for favors from you…”&lt;br /&gt;“Ass. I helped you out last week when Sheba and Jill both wanted to eat out at the same place…”&lt;br /&gt;“Er… well ok… but this time… “&lt;br /&gt;“Ok man… so I have to be your dad for a day?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes!!”&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm… so much for Jack and Jill and going up the hill”&lt;br /&gt;good night!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-114364237087185358?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/114364237087185358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=114364237087185358' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/114364237087185358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/114364237087185358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2006/03/smitten-bitten-and-now-shy.html' title='Smitten bitten (??) and now shy...'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-114241735857864366</id><published>2006-03-15T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:00:14.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Pune Files</title><content type='html'>Day One:&lt;br /&gt;The signboard which greeted us in Pune read, “Mahindra Erectors”…&lt;br /&gt;Awesome start to the trip I thought to myself…&lt;br /&gt;We roamed the streets… got shouted at by the auto drivers … there was an instance where we got off the auto thinking that it was our destination only to realize that it was only a traffic signal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Dumass we found a room … After washing up we set out to do that thing we do… We roamed the streets... The German bakery happened… then the Osho gardens.&lt;br /&gt;Varun and Vikram joined us… more loafing... More jokes…. It was finally time for alcohol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousand Oaks:&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry Sir… only couples entry… ”&lt;br /&gt;“Boss we’ve come all the way from Bangalore just to see Thousand Oaks”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes yes... I understand … but couples only…”&lt;br /&gt;More haggling... finally the guy agreed to let us have the drinks in the garden…&lt;br /&gt;The historic SA-Aus match was going on and we were in no mood to stay in the garden...&lt;br /&gt;Dumass steps in and does some talking… God knows what she did in there but the guy allowed us all to go right in… hmmm…&lt;br /&gt;Awesome match!!! Brilliant ending… (Always wanted the SA team to beat the Aussies…) Barman’s pitcher… one more… a coupla long island ice teas and Pune was beginning to treat us just fine!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Awesome first impression of Pune!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two:&lt;br /&gt;We missed the bus to Hinjewadi.. What a start to the day!!! We had to take an auto... Needless to say we got fleeced. But the campus was amazing man!!! Very clean and very well maintained… A few things scared us but on whole we were quite impressed by the campus… Encouraging scenes… decent hostel block… good canteens and hang-outs… peaceful overall… &lt;br /&gt;Missed the bus yet again and autoed the way back yet again…. Hmmm. That’s something we ought to learn… the bus timings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I headed back home much lighter …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-114241735857864366?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/114241735857864366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=114241735857864366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/114241735857864366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/114241735857864366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2006/03/pune-files.html' title='Pune Files'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-114119355548268398</id><published>2006-02-28T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:59:52.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Saved a 40 to shell out a 50</title><content type='html'>“Boss… Indiranagar??”&lt;br /&gt;“Er... Hundred rupees saar”&lt;br /&gt;“Yaake boss??? It costs just forty bucks to get there”&lt;br /&gt;“Illa Saar... if I put the meter on, it’ll come to around 70 rupees. I’ll have to come back all alone…”&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering what that meant… “Come back all alone???” I wondered.&lt;br /&gt;“No way … had ive traveled from here for the last 24 years of my life…”&lt;br /&gt;“Illa saar... The petrol…”&lt;br /&gt;“Boss u put the meter on… I’ll pay you ten bucks more than the meter reading.”&lt;br /&gt;There was a brief argument after which he relented ……….&lt;br /&gt;….or so I thought…&lt;br /&gt;I sat in the auto rickshaw while the auto driver mumbled, “Software engineer anthe… ipatthu rupaai extra kodakkagalva...”&lt;br /&gt;I ignored his taunts and listened to some good music on my walkman… I gradually forgot the entire struggle and began to feel a joy that can only be associated with Floyd... &lt;br /&gt;Soon we reached the place I was supposed to get off.&lt;br /&gt;One look at the meter ad I was like … “WHAT THE???????”&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a regular traveller on that route but I’ve never ever seen the friggin meter show a whopping 80 bucks. There were times when I had paid 45 bucks and thought I had been fleeced… This was unreal man…&lt;br /&gt;I got off the auto and took out 40 bucks and gave it to him. The guy took that and waited… I started walking… The fellow came after me and asked me to pay up…&lt;br /&gt;I was NOT going to be taken for a ride again… literally and otherwise…&lt;br /&gt;More Auto drivers… more abuses… more threats… finally a cop!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The cop came and saw what was happening…&lt;br /&gt;“Yellinda??”&lt;br /&gt;“Sir Cox town inda...”&lt;br /&gt;The cop looked at the driver.&lt;br /&gt;“Cox town inda ishtu??? Yaako??”&lt;br /&gt;I felt safer now…&lt;br /&gt;There was a brief discussion where the cop spoke at length. Abused at length is more like it…&lt;br /&gt;Finally the drivers left… each one of them giving me cold stares…&lt;br /&gt;Then the surprise.. The cop waits for them to leave and asks me how much money I had…&lt;br /&gt;I said, “Hundred and fifty saar”&lt;br /&gt;“Fifty illi tallu…”&lt;br /&gt;I freaked out… TOTALLY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a fifty and just walked away…&lt;br /&gt;Some life!!!! Saved a 40 to shell out a 50…. Hmm….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-114119355548268398?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/114119355548268398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=114119355548268398' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/114119355548268398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/114119355548268398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2006/03/saved-40-to-shell-out-50.html' title='Saved a 40 to shell out a 50'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-114042019186590387</id><published>2006-02-19T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:59:35.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arbit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious'/><title type='text'>The Fast lane</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through the net when I came across this amazing pic…&lt;br /&gt;The old man standing by and clapping moved me so much that I decided that the pic deserved a place on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;     What was the old man thinking?? Did the musician care??? Were the others so caught up with their chores that they failed to notice the musician??? Did the ol’ fella find time only past his prime to appreciate the little things that made him so happy? Do we have something to learn??&lt;br /&gt;  Isn’t it strange how little things in life make you stop and think. We are all so ambitious… We all want to become Warren Buffet and Bill Gates…  And we will do anything to get there… we get so involved that we fail to notice the little things that make us smile… the little red flower adding colour to the garden… the naughty kid smiling after being upto mischief…&lt;br /&gt;     I sat back and wondered whether I was on the right track… I was running so hard in this mad race … did I even care to notice the things around me… I have cribbed so many times about little things … have I cared to see the bigger picture…&lt;br /&gt;  Well I will leave you with the picture and to your introspections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/543/1600/8019561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/543/320/8019561.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is courtesy Miss. Anupa Sarah Mohan. Many Thanks and peace!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-114042019186590387?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/114042019186590387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=114042019186590387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/114042019186590387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/114042019186590387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2006/02/fast-lane.html' title='The Fast lane'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-113963842148927959</id><published>2006-02-10T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:59:05.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Symbi experience :)</title><content type='html'>Well this was the first of my three calls that i received this year (as of now). I had my GD on Saturday the 9th. When i reached my centre about an hour before time... I realised i wasnt the earliest .. Nervous faces greeted me. Im sure i was just as nervous although i tried to portray a smile.I tried to find out who my batchmates were. Not all of them had turned up then. I picked up a conversation with who had and we discussed at length about how to avoid a fish market GD. Everyone seemed to have the same thing on thier mind. If theres gonna be a fish market no one would win. I was only trying to let everyone know that everyone thought exactly the same thing... With every new entrant into the waiting room, the stronger our group felt and finally about ten minute before the GD actually began we all felt a calm knowing fully well that we would all be having a fruitful GD. Nobody wanted a fish market.&lt;br /&gt;   The first topic that was given was a case study about Nike's Knight cutting off yearly aid to his alma mater because they supported a labour group that was against Nike's labour policies, particularly outsourcing work to the South East Asian countries.&lt;br /&gt;   We had a very good discussion regarding various aspects and most importantly reached a consensus.From the little Symbi GD experience i gathered that the panel was totally FOR a consensus.&lt;br /&gt;   The next topic that was given to us was a "punny" Dilbert strip. The comic strip about faulty HR policies had to be discussed at length.This topic was a lot easier than the first (atleast for me) because i dint really have to worry about current affairs related issues pertaining to the topic. Again we had a good GD and the group came to a consensus.&lt;br /&gt;   The wait after the GD  was long... a good hour later the results were announced and 8 out of the 9 members in our group were selected for the interview round.I think it just goes to show how important it is to maintain decorum in the discussion.&lt;br /&gt;  Then there was a written essay round for those who had qualified the GD round.The topic was something to the effect that freedom of thought being more important than freedom of speech.This lasted for 10 minutes after which we had to get our certificates verified and those who had their interviews on the same day proceeded to the waiting room.I had my interviews the next day and so i peacefully got back home.&lt;br /&gt;   The next morning i had my interview at 10 am. The panelists were different from those for the GD. After the initial greetings they asked me to tell them something about myself briefly. The questions that followed were all based on my introduction... about academics and about my hobbies which included playing the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;    They asked me the cliched "Why do you want to do an MBA?" for which i had prepared a good answer and it seemed like they knew what to expect.They quizzed me on my work schedule and asked me why i was  a late starter considering that i woke up at 7 every morning.&lt;br /&gt;I told them that i had no need to wake up early to which they laughed heartily. They asked me questions on my preparations and wanted to know how pagalguy helped me. They also wanted to know if i had any other calls but dint probe me any further.&lt;br /&gt;   After about 15-20 minutes they decided that they had enough of me and let me go. I think i did reasonably well. There were absolutely no technical questions and very few questions related to my work experience although i personally tried to lead them to my work related strengths.&lt;br /&gt; Well thats it as far as my GD/PI with SCMHRD is concerned. I hope they decide to call me back :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-113963842148927959?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/113963842148927959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=113963842148927959' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/113963842148927959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/113963842148927959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2006/02/symbi-experience.html' title='Symbi experience :)'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-113770091041925834</id><published>2006-01-19T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:58:44.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>freak facial</title><content type='html'>Of late I have been hearing so much about women and beauty parlours. One of my friends bragged about spending a full grand over just her hair. Another broke up with her boyfriend just because he did not approve of her latest hairdo. My sister visits the parlour religiously like it’s a ritual. One of my colleagues and close friend happened to streak her hair. While I thought that she was participating in a fancy dress thingie as a tigress, the rest of the office was going “boink” over her new looks…&lt;br /&gt; “Just what the hell have you done that your hair???”&lt;br /&gt;  “Just…. It looks good doesn’t it?”&lt;br /&gt;I just nodded my head knowing fully well how much damage an angry HR can do.&lt;br /&gt;However I had made up my mind. This parlour and hair was not going to remain woman’s territory. I wanted to dos something to my hair as well. I considered streaking my hair. The very thought scared me. Then I considered shaving my head off. That was even more frightful. Finally I decided on getting a facial done.&lt;br /&gt;    When I walked into the saloon I had no clue what a facial would be like. I told the guy in charge that I wanted a facial done. He asked me which one. Seeing my confused expression, he handed me a booklet. Orange peel facial, Banana Facial… blah blah… I never knew there were so many thingy that could be smeared on a face in the name of a facial.&lt;br /&gt;     One of the names sounded interesting…. Hot Sand Facial. I know, anyone would&lt;br /&gt;have avoided that name but I somehow found it very inviting.&lt;br /&gt;      He politely asked me to lean back while he started washing my face. Then he started applying an assortment of cakes n creams on my face. Man!!! By now I was beginning to wonder why I had decided on a facial of all things. Things got worse… he got a kettle full of boiling water right next to my face on the pretext of “steam washing” my face. By now I was shitting bricks… He stuck cotton on my eyelids and I was only hoping he wouldn’t raze my neck. When he did remove the cotton, I saw my face and got genuinely frightened. I got the guy to click snaps of my coloured face. At that time I was getting the snaps taken just in case I wanted to complain to the cops…&lt;br /&gt;The ordeal lasted an hour. When the last layer of whatever that was, was removed from my face, the relief on my face was unmistakable. Yet that guy mistook it for one of satisfaction, and said, “I told you, you would like it”.&lt;br /&gt;I just nodded my head while I was wondering if there was any noticeable change in my face… couldn’t find any… Only my wallet felt considerably lighter.Guys!!! Don’t ever get this facial thing done…. Trust me the women just say it to get us all hyper…. If the write up wasn’t scary enough im sure the photos will scare the living daylights outta you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/543/640/Yo%28081%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/543/320/Yo%28081%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/543/640/Yo%28079%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/543/320/Yo%28079%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-113770091041925834?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/113770091041925834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=113770091041925834' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/113770091041925834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/113770091041925834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2006/01/freak-facial.html' title='freak facial'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-113698043138193768</id><published>2006-01-11T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:58:25.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arbit'/><title type='text'>Checklist!!!</title><content type='html'>I was going through a friends blog and i came across a checklist of things she had done or wanted to do real bad...Well i thought id make my own list  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are things ive done which really STAND OUT.&lt;br /&gt;1.Laughed aloud in class and landed my neighbour in deep shit.. lol!!! yeah babay!! ask Mansij about it!!&lt;br /&gt;2.Attended classes without ditching a single day for one full year... yep... nerdy me in class 9.&lt;br /&gt;3.Beat the living daylights outta someone... :D my sister will tell you im strong :D&lt;br /&gt;4.Got beaten the shit outta me... yeah.. that also happened... never mind how...&lt;br /&gt;5.Survived only on water for one whole day... yeah i won that challenge....&lt;br /&gt;6.Gate crashed into a wedding and eaten for free... geez that was fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;7.Gotten drunk silly... ah.. so often&lt;br /&gt;8.Gotten drunk silly and gone back home.. i still remember the look on my moms face...&lt;br /&gt;9.Gotten my head shaven. ... gee yes i have....&lt;br /&gt;10.Grown a goatee long enough to be mistaken foR vertically growing chesthair... not really but you get the picture...&lt;br /&gt;11.Bleached my hair ... yes... some insane trip!!&lt;br /&gt;12.Spent a night on the beach.. on the sands. .. Awesome Goa ... AWESAAAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;13.Slept in class... almost everyday in NITK.&lt;br /&gt;14.Got beaten by teacher.. grrrrrr yeah... dumass dint know i liked talking&lt;br /&gt;15.Smoked up and laughed my ass off for no reason... yeah one awesOme trip!!&lt;br /&gt;16.Smoked up and cried till i slept.. i still dont know why i cried...&lt;br /&gt;17.Missed home... well yes&lt;br /&gt;18.Jumped out of a running bus and fallen down... hmmm.. well some more embarassment...&lt;br /&gt;19.Lied through my nose and saved my skin... well... i do that almost all the time at work...&lt;br /&gt;20.Campaigned for elections...  damn sad we lost!!&lt;br /&gt;21.Broken my bones... well yeah... 4 to be precise&lt;br /&gt;22.Read my sisters diary. lol!!! cheap thrills and a million revelations... sssssssssssssh!!&lt;br /&gt;23.Topped school.. er... one more of my nerdy antics...&lt;br /&gt;24.Gotten arrested. well so close... seriously!!! had Ravish not dished out his ID Card we would all have been arrested for drunken revelry on a National Highway&lt;br /&gt;25.Fallen in love... well dont all men like to believe that...&lt;br /&gt;26.Fallen out of it.... well yeah... just like anything else...&lt;br /&gt;27.Got dumped... lol!!! yeah its like ive got "DISPOSABLE" written on my forehead!!!&lt;br /&gt;28.Shopped for Halli Chaddis... Bonus points&lt;br /&gt;29.Scandalised shop keepers asking for condoms with a flirtatious look... geeeeee&lt;br /&gt;30.Looked for my watch while wearing it all the while.... yeah that also..&lt;br /&gt;31.Tripped on an instants notice... yep.. that was Mysore ... Thanks DeeJay&lt;br /&gt;32.Duped a million testers ... ok fine not a million...&lt;br /&gt;33.Failed an exam... not quite but came freakin close...DSP wow!!!&lt;br /&gt;34.Stayed up all night and watched the sunrise ... yeah those days of exams at 9 am...&lt;br /&gt;35.Been to a psychiatrist... almost confused the poor kid,...&lt;br /&gt;36.Screamed as loudly as you possibly can.... geee.... my sister effect :D&lt;br /&gt;37.Taken an ice cold bath ... damn there were no heaters those days... er... ok those places... im referring to NITK days.&lt;br /&gt;38.Missed being with good friends... yeah the senti side...&lt;br /&gt;39.Hated my "friend"... yeah that also...&lt;br /&gt;40.Loved someone more than myself.... ok not quite more than myself.. but well u get the picture...&lt;br /&gt;41.Got taken for a ride by someone.. well nevamind!!!&lt;br /&gt;42.Danced like a fool ..... man!!! that was awesaam.... i was happily oblivious to the fact that I was  being watched by my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;43.Shoplifted... geee.... a Queen CD... :D&lt;br /&gt;44.Played in the rain.... :)&lt;br /&gt;45.Played splash in the rain ... Thanks Dumass!!!&lt;br /&gt;46.Quit Smokin up.... ok thats something im fuckin proud about!!&lt;br /&gt;47.Quit Smoking anything at all... well almost there...&lt;br /&gt;48.Played with mud... well i loved it for some strange reason...&lt;br /&gt;49.Been lonely.... WELL... :) *sad face*&lt;br /&gt;50.Questioned myself... yeah almost everytime... and most times i have no answers...&lt;br /&gt;51.Said Sorry and meant it... yeah... and there are some things i still feel sorry about...&lt;br /&gt;52.Said sorry and not meant it .. well yeah most times....&lt;br /&gt;53.Written a love letter.... shoot!!! that was a debacle...&lt;br /&gt;54.Mumbled sweet somethings in an attempt to woo someone... er... dint work... damn!!!!&lt;br /&gt;55.Made prank phone calls... sorry Mansij and Mansij's dad!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;56.Sung in the shower... :D all the time... without fail...&lt;br /&gt;57.Hummed a single song for a whole day... yeah it was "Cos i got high"... man i so loved that song!!&lt;br /&gt;58.Felt likE an achiever.... well yeah but gone are those days...&lt;br /&gt;59.Felt like a loser.... lol!!!! afer every CAT exam... more so after CAT 2005.&lt;br /&gt;60.Felt sincerely that "ONLY hope has kept me alive"... yeah man!!!Thank God!!!&lt;br /&gt;61.Felt like one life is never enough to do all the things u want to do so bad!!!.. well always!!!&lt;br /&gt;62.Felt Jobless.. now!!!! more than ever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;63.Cheated at a game... well i loved cheating my sister at Businessworld... Loved that look on her face when she would be close to bankrupt while i had all the money .. lol!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;64.Lounged around in bed all day... :) thats my idea of a perfect day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats as much as i can remember... Guess ive lived a plain n ordinary life by all counts... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-113698043138193768?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/113698043138193768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=113698043138193768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/113698043138193768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/113698043138193768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2006/01/checklist.html' title='Checklist!!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-113688490522793108</id><published>2006-01-10T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:58:05.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Floral Scentings</title><content type='html'>"What the fuck are u doing here???"&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and saw my siser enter the room... er... her room&lt;br /&gt;"Er..  er... hmmm..."&lt;br /&gt;"Freak... you are using my perfume??? baaa..."&lt;br /&gt;"No no... i was just comparing which one is better ... mine or yours..."&lt;br /&gt;"Really... i also wanna check out the difference"&lt;br /&gt;"No way. fart face... u wont get even a whiff of my Jordache..."&lt;br /&gt;"Really .. lets see..."&lt;br /&gt;With that she came straight at me ...&lt;br /&gt;For a brief moment i smiled as i imagined a bull charge straight at me... however the smile was wiped off my face ...i thought i was being trampled by an elephant.. whats worse the "wills femme" thingie flew out off my hand and landed on the floor a little ahead...&lt;br /&gt;The bottle did not break (luckily) but she gave me this really scary look ... one that mixed disbelief with absolute anger... i somehow liked the expression and smiled ... That seemed to have angered her even more... but before my smile widened i felt a pain im my stomach... The damn thing was poundin me like i was a puching bag...&lt;br /&gt;I landed a few punches myself... before momma dearest made her presence felt and brought the fledging WWE fight to a halt...&lt;br /&gt;Then there were a series of "she did it... he did it" allegations..&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of her room thnking i had the last laugh...&lt;br /&gt;The little demon came straight after me and caught me totally unaware...&lt;br /&gt;As i bent over to protect myself i realised something was being sprayed all over me...&lt;br /&gt;The damn brat was holding a rotten women's deo spray in each of her hands and spraying the hell out of those cans..&lt;br /&gt;No amount of "bhaashan" on aerosols would stop her... Then she smiled a contened smile and raced back to her room and shut herself up..&lt;br /&gt;I was late for work but i HAD to change... which i did... but the damn "smell" would just not go away...&lt;br /&gt;I had to put up with that smell for a whole day... God!! why would women want to wear jasmine and rose .... freaks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-113688490522793108?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/113688490522793108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=113688490522793108' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/113688490522793108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/113688490522793108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2006/01/floral-scentings.html' title='Floral Scentings'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-113545334861344871</id><published>2005-12-24T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:57:07.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Halli Chuddis II</title><content type='html'>Well i could not possibly leave the "Halli chuddi" episode incomplete... It kinda pricked me.. so here i am ...&lt;br /&gt;  Having obtained the material,we thought the stitching would hardly take any time. What we did not realise then was that nobody would want to stitch them. I am kinda spooked by the fact that no tailor entertained the idea of stitching even a pair of bermudas with that "blue stripe" material... talk about tailors putting up their price... duh!!!&lt;br /&gt;  Well we initiallly walked into this posh looking place ... there were a few ladies talking to a fiftyish man while frequently pointing to some silk cloth. My friend drew out the chuddy material and placed it before the man... the women began to whisper among themselves... the man at the counter seemed to sweat...&lt;br /&gt;  "Chuddies", she said.&lt;br /&gt;  "No madam... we dont do this stuff here", he replied&lt;br /&gt;  Talk about attitude problems... we promptly put that thing back in our bags and we left the place and as we left we could hear a peal of laughter... hmm.. well whatever...&lt;br /&gt;  This continued for nearly an hour as we got thrown out of every tailors shop.Whatever happened to "Always please your customer" and all that crap...&lt;br /&gt;  Then finally one tailor saw our sad faces and said ,"Go to Javed Tailors ... down the street... he stitches chuddis..."&lt;br /&gt;  With this we began out lookout for Javed... After half an hour of frantic searching we finally saw a board proclaiming "Javed Tailors" in PINK!!!&lt;br /&gt;  We walk in there and saw an old man whom i presumed was Javed.We placed the material before him and said "Chuddies please".&lt;br /&gt;  Javed did not have an expression on his face at all.He simply asked, "Kis ke liye saab?"&lt;br /&gt;  We were a little confused now but my friend very promptly said.."For him", and pointed straight at me.&lt;br /&gt;  Before i could say anything i could feel Javed measuring my wiast size with his tape...&lt;br /&gt;  "Pair upar karo saab."&lt;br /&gt;  I was now taking orders from Javed .... while some women inside the shop giggled gleefully.Meanwhile my friend seemed to be having a ball laughing at me like i was a circus clown.&lt;br /&gt;  He screamed out numbers every minute which made me feel very uncomfortable.I felt like my physical self was being numerically assessed... and the whole scene.. i.e women giggling, friend laughing hysterically at me, Javed screaming out numbers and me moving my legs to Javeds commands... seemed like it was straight out of the Mr.Bean series...&lt;br /&gt;  "Saab kal aake collect kar lijiye"&lt;br /&gt;  "Sure... well no pockets..&lt;br /&gt;  "ok Sir"&lt;br /&gt;  ".. and let there be a huge loop for the naada..."&lt;br /&gt;  "Yes sir"  &lt;br /&gt;  With that we walked out of "Javed Tailors".&lt;br /&gt;I was visibly relieved while walking out of the place. My friend would refuse to stop grinning the whole day...&lt;br /&gt;I never imagined that getting clothes stitched would be so demanding!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-113545334861344871?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/113545334861344871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=113545334861344871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/113545334861344871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/113545334861344871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/12/halli-chuddis-ii.html' title='Halli Chuddis II'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-113544699664606062</id><published>2005-12-24T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:56:43.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>The Enlightening!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/543/640/Yo%28061%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/543/320/Yo%28061%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time now ive been trying to quit smoking.... Today however i managed to catch my friend smoking in one of those awkward stances!!! man!!!! Id rather quit smoking than be caught like that!!! 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We had just finished off with breakfast at Koshys...&lt;br /&gt;“I want Chaddis… I want Chaddis… I want Chaddis”, ranted an excited friend&lt;br /&gt;“OK here we go… ”, I was equally excited…&lt;br /&gt;We were about to embark upon a search for the Halli Chaddis.Well I guess il give a briefing on the Halli Chaddis that im talking about…&lt;br /&gt;These are knee length shorts which come in only one colour.Blue-gren-white stripes… You wouldn’t miss it I you were to travel to a village and meet an oldie chewing on pan herding his flock and displaying his tri-coloured ware from under his white lungi… (People... stop getting ideas…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after having embarrassed a Levis sales man the last time around, we decided to hit Majestic this time… We get into an auto&lt;br /&gt;“Boss… Majestic…”&lt;br /&gt;And we were already on our way…&lt;br /&gt;When we reached Majestic, we got off, paid the guy and started looking for shops that may be selling halli chaddis…&lt;br /&gt;We went from shop to shop…&lt;br /&gt;“Bhai saab aap ke paas chaddis hai kya…”&lt;br /&gt;Invariably the guy gave us a very confused look…&lt;br /&gt;“Kya... haan boss… halli chaddis… ”&lt;br /&gt;“What is that??”&lt;br /&gt;“Er… Chaddis that u find village guys wear under the lungis”&lt;br /&gt;“Er yes the ones that have green-blue-white stripes…”&lt;br /&gt;“Nahin boss… we don have such chaddis…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on for about an hour… every shopkeeper was initially puzzled, then strangely angered (wonder why) ad the relieved to see us leave…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Man!! This is more difficult than I thought it would be…”&lt;br /&gt;“I know...”&lt;br /&gt;“I have an idea”&lt;br /&gt;“Now what??”&lt;br /&gt;“We will get it stitched”&lt;br /&gt;The idea seemed to have a startling effect on my friend.. She jumped up and her eyes were gleaming like ive never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes we will do that”, she said and we started looking around for some shady looking shop…&lt;br /&gt;Instead we saw the Bombay Dyeing Showroom...&lt;br /&gt;“Hello Sir what can I do for you”&lt;br /&gt;“Er... We need trouser material”&lt;br /&gt;“Please have a look around sir.”&lt;br /&gt;With his he started pulling down all the trouser materials that he had…&lt;br /&gt;“Sir… we are looking for stripes”, she said with a rather sober tone.&lt;br /&gt;“Ah… we have pin stripes as well…”&lt;br /&gt;He started showing her pin stripes in hazzaar shades of brown and black.&lt;br /&gt;While they were arguing about shades and stripes, I decided to have a look at the shirting material…&lt;br /&gt;There it was… blue-green-white parallel stripes… that too not evenly spaced.My eyes lit up…&lt;br /&gt;“Found it”, I screamed,“show me that piece…”&lt;br /&gt;The old man was a little puzzled but he pulled down the shirt piece nonetheless…&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes were gleaming with enthusiasm now…&lt;br /&gt;“That one only … That one only...”  she screamed…&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seemed to be looking at us while the old ma was now beginning to get nervous…&lt;br /&gt;“Shall I show u pin stripes to match with that shirt sir?”, he asked in a vague tone..&lt;br /&gt;“NO we found the trouser material”, she answered&lt;br /&gt;“Maam, but that is a shirt piece..”&lt;br /&gt;“That’s ok we want to make a trouser out of that..”, I said with a smile on my face..&lt;br /&gt;The poor old guy was bloody scandalized by now… He dint dare to say anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ER… well how much of it do you need sir??”&lt;br /&gt;She immediately interrupted,”How much is eneded to make chaddis for him?” ad pointed straight at me…&lt;br /&gt;For the first time I was beginnig to feel the heat now as the old man surveyed me with a smile and said,”I think one meter should be enough”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was packing the material, she said something that left me in splits&lt;br /&gt;“Do you have naadas as well???”&lt;br /&gt;The old man was red now… Very Politely he said ,” No sir… we dont have naadas”.&lt;br /&gt;With this we walked out of the shop with triumphant smiles…&lt;br /&gt;“HALLI CHADDIS are here to stay!!!!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-113402246069928433?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/113402246069928433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=113402246069928433' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/113402246069928433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/113402246069928433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/12/halli-chuddis-i.html' title='HALLI CHUDDIS -I'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-113255824353002174</id><published>2005-11-20T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:52:28.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious'/><title type='text'>post-CAT Introspection</title><content type='html'>CAT 2003 came... its went right past...&lt;br /&gt;  ah... my bones were broken... how could i possibly have done well... *sympathy sympathy*&lt;br /&gt;  CAT 2004 came.. it whooshed right past...&lt;br /&gt;  er... well i hadnt prepared... well how could you have cleared CAT without preps...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  CAT 2005.. YEAH I KNOW IT FRIGGIN SPED PAST ME AND I WAS CAUGHT STARING...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Good god!!! what does it take to get past this goddam hurdle ... man!!! im at my wits end now...&lt;br /&gt;  I mean how much can a human being falsely console himself and fake excuses...&lt;br /&gt;  I mean i dint have any broken bones this time round... now was i unprepared... but yes the CAT&lt;br /&gt;  friggin slipped outta my hands yet again... the only solace... i came close... but yeah BIG DIFFERENCE!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Coming to think of it... I think i did fairly ok... much better than my previous attempts (ah.. more consolation)&lt;br /&gt;  but i think my best was just not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;  Well im keeping my fingers crossed about my chances with the non IIMs but i guess the gates of the IIMs are well and truly shut fo me...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Im kinda getting to terms with the fact that a year of studies has come to nought... While the enormity fo the situation sinks in I guess its time for some&lt;br /&gt;  SWOT analysis...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Well what from here on??? Frankly DONNO!!!&lt;br /&gt;  circles i say!!! CIRCLES!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-113255824353002174?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/113255824353002174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=113255824353002174' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/113255824353002174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/113255824353002174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/11/post-cat-introspection.html' title='post-CAT Introspection'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-112643305420662176</id><published>2005-09-11T03:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:51:51.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>What a drencher!!!!</title><content type='html'>It was a much needed rejuvenation trip typez… the thought of getting to Mangalore, Surathkal and Manipal never fails to excite me... This time my cousin’s daughter was getting christened and yeah I had to play my role as a responsible uncle…&lt;br /&gt;     On the Sunday afternoon I suggested we go to Ullal Beach… I had been to the Surathkal beach the previous day but that only made me want more typez… Every time I get to a beach I tend to switch off completely and tend to drift away… its surprising how it happens every time…&lt;br /&gt;     Well I have no particular liking for the sea water though… the sea looks majestic from a distance but the sea water is not really my idea of a perfect drenching… I prefer to watch the waves from a distance while walking along the sandy beach….&lt;br /&gt;     When we reached the beach, my cousins were all so excited about getting into the water while I had other ideas... I thought id spend some time by myself walking along the beach, thinking about something or the other. Sunil, the eldest of my cousins , however had other plans… he had gotten a Frisbee and he wanted me on the opposite team so that he could target me… (Ah!! life as a scapegoat…)&lt;br /&gt;     The moment we got off the car, I told them I would go on a little walk and come back I some time… What they thought was that I wanted some time off to attend to natures call… Instead I took off towards the far end away from the shore…&lt;br /&gt;     Apparently my cousins waited for me for quite sometime… and then they decided to come after me…&lt;br /&gt;    My cell phone began to play a terrible version of wasted years…&lt;br /&gt;   “Hello”&lt;br /&gt;   “Ellidhya magane??” &lt;where the="" are=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “I’m having a peaceful time near the rocks… u guys enjoy maadi… gimme a call when   Ur ready to leave…”&lt;br /&gt;   “Were leaving now… come quickly...”&lt;br /&gt;   “Yeah and im superman….”&lt;br /&gt;   “Don’t be a spoilsport… come quickly… otherwise…”&lt;br /&gt;   “You are scaring me??”&lt;br /&gt;   “Id doesn’t take much or does it…”&lt;br /&gt;   “Anyways… u guys haffun… I wanna spend some time on my own.. will catch you in about an hours time.. Tata…”&lt;br /&gt;   “Fine… as you wish…”&lt;br /&gt;   I was under the impression that my cousins had relented and had decided to let the kid be. But I was grossly mistaken… What was supposed to be a killer Frisbee match turned into a thriller man hunt.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    Deeply occupied, I walked closer to the shore completely oblivious to my cousins’ devious plans… I walked along humming “Life for rent” and chomping away on some beachside “bhelpuri”… I noticed Joel walking towards the other side… towards the rocks… I thought he must’ve had enough of the sea and quietly chuckled to myself…&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw Danny run towards the bhel puri man on the other side… I again dismissed it as a very natural thing…&lt;br /&gt;    I walked along peacefully thinking about the college life and all the things that came with it…  Thinking about my initiation into Floyd and floydian living… I saw a thoroughly drenched Sunil call out to me…&lt;br /&gt;    “Come here right now… otherwise….”&lt;br /&gt;    “Ever heard of ‘Fuck Yourself???’ ”&lt;br /&gt;    “Ok dude u asked for it… Look behind you … hehehhehe”&lt;br /&gt;I turned around to see two huge bodies…    Danny and Joel were grinning ear to ear… I knew I had no chance… they were each twice my size … I tried to smile but I guess the fright got the better of me… I looked a he with eyes wide open… I guess they would’ve been happy had I walked away with them but something within me seemed to reel against the decision to meekly give in… I decided to run sensing that I had quite a chance considering that both Joel and Danny were big guys… I gathered quite a lead ad I felt rather confident… I turned around while still running with both my fingers strategically held up in the air!!! What I failed to realize was that They Danny and Joel were not the only ones chasing me… all my cousins had strategically spread out and were closing in on me… I had no chance at all… the fingers went down and I was desperately running … anything to escape from these freaks who were now chasing me as if they were chasing down a prize hare…&lt;br /&gt;    I was hunted down and I was their prisoner of war!!!! The choices of kannada ghaali came flowing down on me… and what was worse I couldn’t even retort!!!&lt;br /&gt;   I dint have to wait too long for worse though cos they immediately carried me to the sea and took me as far into the water as they possibly could… All my “appa amma kapadi” dint move a single muscle in their gigantic bodies…&lt;br /&gt;  They dropped me right in the center of nowhere where all I could see was water… I bounced up and down like a basketball… and every time I surfaced they dunked me back in with the glee of a Jordan. &lt;br /&gt;  When I did get back to the shore my cousins had had more than they had bargained for… Apparently I made the funniest of noises when I was trying to save my soul…&lt;br /&gt;   One of my cousins said he hadn’t heard me make those noises… they promptly carried me back to the sea... I knew it was Joel’s way of getting back at me... The wicked grin said it all…&lt;br /&gt;   One more thorough drenching… and that was the Ullal beach trip for me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Don’t show the finger unless ur dead sure u can keep it up there...&lt;/where&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-112643305420662176?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/112643305420662176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=112643305420662176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/112643305420662176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/112643305420662176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-drencher.html' title='What a drencher!!!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-112299108236122511</id><published>2005-08-02T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:51:24.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engg days'/><title type='text'>More Drunk Stories... :)</title><content type='html'>9:00 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Knock knock”…&lt;br /&gt;“Kaun hain be bho****”&lt;br /&gt;“Tera baap”&lt;br /&gt;“OYE!!! ELLY!!!!!! Yaar tu kab aaya yaar”&lt;br /&gt;With these pleasantries I was welcomed into my junior’s room when I had been to KREC over the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;“We were expecting you this morning… but this early… man u must be missing college...”&lt;br /&gt;“Woh sab chodo yaar …sab kuch ready hain kya??”&lt;br /&gt;There was a loud burst of laughter.. Others heard my loud laughter and made their presence felt… more laughter … more noise…&lt;br /&gt;The boys were very nice to me … they played my favorite Floyd music… It dint matter that it was only 9 am… the guys were already busy doing what they do best…&lt;br /&gt;A lot of talking… dancing … prancing around… burin CD’s... I was on my way!!!&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah babay!!!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Abbe u chose the wrong day to land here dude… TCS is here for placements…”&lt;br /&gt;“Does it matter???”&lt;br /&gt;“Well actually it does.. Scores are bad re...”&lt;br /&gt;“No problem man… we will go for the treat after your test”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of them were not giving TCS anyways… so I decided to go to Liquid Lounge with them while the others would join us there after the test…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of us decided that he wanted o go home ad that he would return in a short while…&lt;br /&gt;So that meant that only two of us were at LL …&lt;br /&gt;“Two long island tea please”&lt;br /&gt;I was a recommendation from a close friend of mine… Boy!!! Did like it or what…&lt;br /&gt;“Bacardi limon… two large please”&lt;br /&gt;This was another of her recommendations… nice nice!!!!&lt;br /&gt;By now I was already feeling that nice feeling… more chicken…&lt;br /&gt;The third guy joined us by now… and we raised a toast to his arrival….&lt;br /&gt;“Three more Bacardi limon please...”&lt;br /&gt;A short while later…&lt;br /&gt;“Three more please”&lt;br /&gt;By now the others joined in… and it was flowing Bacardi…&lt;br /&gt;Then it all came back to me…..&lt;br /&gt;My cousin… oh yes… my cousin… he told me that I was supposed to be at his place by 5:30 pm… I was supposed to be all ready to go for some party… some family bonding session typez... It was already 5 now…&lt;br /&gt;At just that moment I realized that I had received a call a short while earlier ad spoken some rubbish… I immediately pulled my cell ad checked… Yes it had been my cousin… &lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t jus my cousin I had spoken rubbish to… I had spoken to two other friends…&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering what I spoke to all of them as well as contemplating what to tell my cousin when I call him up… both at the same time… the black eyed peas music being as good as it was dint really make things very easy for my thinking…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fumbled with my cell phone and managed to dial my cousin’s number..&lt;br /&gt;“hello”&lt;br /&gt;“Hello … u called???”&lt;br /&gt;“Abbe... WTF??? Where are you??? You ok??”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m just fine….”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah I figured… boss everyone will be here in half an hours time… what will you do…”&lt;br /&gt;“Boss!!!! Help!!!!! Bachao!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;“Drink some tea and get here immediately…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Abbe Chetan… ask him if he has some tea”&lt;br /&gt;“Boss!! One long island tea please”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it arrived I realized it wasn’t the tea that I wanted… but I drank it anyways…&lt;br /&gt;My cousin asked me to drink tea… I doesn’t matter what tea it was… lol!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid up and prepared to leave… I realized I couldn’t even walk straight… Now the seriousness of the whole party thing was slowly dawning on me… I was supposed to meet many of my uncles whom I hadn’t met in ages… boy!!! This was gonna be one helluva meeting!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to a nearby “good angadi” and picked up 5 bucks worth of mint gum and chewed the living daylights outta each one of them..  Blowing into my palm every now and then to check if I was stinking…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached my cousins place only my cousin was there… he was waiting for me… apparently the party was at Moti Mahal…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin gives me one look…&lt;br /&gt;“U drunk SOB!!!! Go have a bath…. U smell like you’ve been swimming in whiskey..”&lt;br /&gt;“But I …..”&lt;br /&gt;“FU… go catch a shower quickly… were already late… bas****”&lt;br /&gt;I was thanking my stars for the fact the only my cousin was home… I was also wondering how eve after 5 “Super mint” bubble gums I was still stinking… I was now mildly laughing…. It would take me at least an hour before I would begin to feel like an earthling …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a quick shower and came out..&lt;br /&gt;“ok the stink is take care of… now wait … Il make some tea… u should feel a little more… er whatever”&lt;br /&gt;“Really???”&lt;br /&gt;“Fu… don’t open your mouth… the stink is taken care of otherwise…”&lt;br /&gt;I got dressed… thanks to generous doses of perfume I was smelling presentable… While I downed one mug of tea after the other… my cousin was spelling out the dos and don’ts…&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t get anywhere close to the aunties… they can detect the smell from a mile...”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t talk for too long with any uncle... They will recognize the familiar smell...”&lt;br /&gt;“Be to the point with your answers… no adventures…”&lt;br /&gt;“No playing with children… just sit beside me… don’t go anywhere …”&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head for everything he said….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy!!! Was it fun or what!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:40 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the party hall… It was huge… thankfully…&lt;br /&gt;“Bandhya…. Naavu ninge kaithidhevu…”&lt;br /&gt;I just smiled as instructed…&lt;br /&gt;I avoided everyone ad wet to the shadiest corner and sat down… I told my cousin o get me some fruit punch… While my cousin was gone one huge aunty spotted me ad came towards me… I was like…&lt;br /&gt;“WTF??? Now what the hell will I do???? No Sunil also… Good God!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aunty just about reached ear me when my cousin appeared from nowhere and started talking to her…&lt;br /&gt;“Pappu hosa car tokonda anthe… “&lt;br /&gt;“Howda.. Elli…???”&lt;br /&gt;“Toristhini aunty...” and he led her outside… saved again… wah beta..&lt;br /&gt;This went on for almost an hour… each incident closer than the other… Time seemed to be moving so slowly!!! Man every second seemed like an eternity in itself…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When finally we left the place I knew how close I had been to achieving the “Drunkard” tag...  Wonder what excuses I would have had to come up with had I been caught… man!!! Close shave huh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-112299108236122511?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/112299108236122511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=112299108236122511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/112299108236122511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/112299108236122511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/08/more-drunk-stories.html' title='More Drunk Stories... :)'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-112239100048365098</id><published>2005-07-26T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:50:57.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engg days'/><title type='text'>one year down the line...</title><content type='html'>What a feeling it is to be back in college!!!! Seriously I never thought id feel so friggin nostalgic.. I mean the moment I stepped into college I was struck by a million thoughts and even more memories… Every block I passed and every path I took.. every corner… every nook… every shady spot reminded me of something or the other.. I was so full of memories… it seems unbelievable now…&lt;br /&gt;I went straight to my close friends room… nothing had changed… the rooms were still yellow and packed with a million essentials… the boys still ran around semi naked and the use of expletives was still unrefrained… nothing had changed!!!! Each room was playing something or the other… the corridor was still as noisy as when I left it …&lt;br /&gt;For a moment I was wondering how much things have changed since I graduated from college…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat on the rocky KREC beach , the entire year passed by me… how many things had changed… Life is so hectic now that I have to actually make time for my friends… friends who were so much a part of my life… I specially mention Ksheetij here… He was my room mate… friend… guide… he teased me… taught me and was there for me … wherever we went we were together… A year has passed and ive met him only twice… isn’t hat sad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can actually imagine my friends yell.. “yaar ek aur jalao yaar”… “yaar mangalore chalte hain”… “ek aur peg dalna yaar” and now all I can hear is a monotonous,“ submit @$#@$!@#% by Saturday evening”, “can u come over the weekend for just a couple of hours…”&lt;br /&gt;Damn!!! Some life this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was right to free speech…there  never was a dull moment and never a time when I had to face a damn boring and inexpressive bum shouting orders at me… now all I get is “do that”…”complete this”…“when will you complete that thing I gave you yesterday….”&lt;br /&gt;Damn !!!! some such a piss off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I think I realize im slowly getting into the matrix… one from which however much I may try I cant get out of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-112239100048365098?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/112239100048365098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=112239100048365098' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/112239100048365098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/112239100048365098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-year-down-line.html' title='one year down the line...'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-112149393911551479</id><published>2005-07-15T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:50:36.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>paper towels!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok this was hilarious... I was at Styx last evening with a friend of mine... After we realised that there wasnt much to talk about we decided to make things interesting by devising a new game... throwing paper balls at each other... We did have fun no doubt.. In fact we had a blast... But then this waiter turns up ..&lt;br /&gt;"Dont waste the paper towels" in a tone which was more like "You dont friggin pay for those"..&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if it was the drunkenness or if we were genuinely sorry ... well we promptly jumped out of our seats and started picking up all the napkins and "uncrumpling" them... then folded them neatly and put ot right back in the holder...&lt;br /&gt;"Happy???" she asked rather innocently...&lt;br /&gt;The waiter just walked off...&lt;br /&gt;I mean we dint even intend to be rude... lol!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of hours we paid the bill..  (damn alco is getting expensive) and walked out of the place... the guy at the door was about to ask me if i had a pleasant evening... and i tripped right into him ... anticipated his question and said... "yeah lovely evening..." all the while sporting a dazed look and an embarrassed smile...&lt;br /&gt;"Trust me im sober" i said to which he just laughed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn ... trust i say!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-112149393911551479?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/112149393911551479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=112149393911551479' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/112149393911551479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/112149393911551479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/07/paper-towels.html' title='paper towels!!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-112127160992296639</id><published>2005-07-13T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:50:19.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arbit'/><title type='text'>I got tagged....</title><content type='html'>Okay!!! I did get tagged... It was Thetis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three names I go by:&lt;br /&gt;1)Ellie&lt;br /&gt;2)Elwin&lt;br /&gt;3)Kaunds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Screen Names:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Sanity_sucks&lt;br /&gt;2)elwin_kaunds&lt;br /&gt;3) blah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I don't like about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my laziness after its cost me something i really really really like...&lt;br /&gt;2) the "FU" look after ive pissed off someone nice&lt;br /&gt;3) the laughter after ive totally ruined my own chances...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)my mom when she gives me that look...&lt;br /&gt;2)Britney and her band of imbeciles(they look like theyve come straight out of e     zee horror show)&lt;br /&gt;3)me... well yeah sometimes... but im generally harmless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three essentials:&lt;br /&gt;1)Dreams&lt;br /&gt;2)Hope&lt;br /&gt;3)Determination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I like in the opposite sex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)women give me a patient hearing... most men simply cut me off :(&lt;br /&gt;2)hmmm.. well i like them most times except when they utter the word "Shopping"&lt;br /&gt;3)er.. is it that damn difficult to find a third positive... sheesh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that I want to do badly now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)prove Einsteins Theory of Relativity wrong... i say E is not equal to mc squared... i mean it dosent   sound right...&lt;br /&gt;2)Hit the pub&lt;br /&gt;3)sleep... zzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places I'd love to go on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1)Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;2)The carribbean islands&lt;br /&gt;3)my college beach... yeah my college had a beach :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things i wanna do before dying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Travel the world over&lt;br /&gt;2)beat my DSP lab attender black n blue&lt;br /&gt;3)bribe the guy who will write my epitaph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people who get to take this wonderful quiz (!!!):&lt;br /&gt;1) Jax&lt;br /&gt;2) Shwe&lt;br /&gt;3) Shilpa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-112127160992296639?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/112127160992296639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=112127160992296639' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/112127160992296639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/112127160992296639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-got-tagged.html' title='I got tagged....'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-112117952429154943</id><published>2005-07-12T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:46:44.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>rain rain dont go away....</title><content type='html'>I was out at Pecos with a friend of mine on Sunday. We had a lovely time taunting the waiter and making “im so gay” faces at passing “gentlemen”…  when it was finally time to leave, it began to pour… It seemed to get worse by the minute…&lt;br /&gt;The friend I had gone with happens to be a total nut… just like me…  So I suggested we walk in the rain… You wouldn’t believe the enthusiasm with which she nodded in agreement…&lt;br /&gt;What initially started off as “I can walk faster than you” turned into a mad rush in the rain .. The others who were taking shelter in the nearby shops offered to make space for us but we were in no mood to stop…&lt;br /&gt;“Im the faster one” she screamed and kept running…&lt;br /&gt;Ironically we stopped  running only when I was too tired to chase that damn thing… and that was when it stopped raining… or atleast it stopped pouring….&lt;br /&gt;The fun did not end there… the little monkey runs straight towards me and splash lands on a little puddle just to my right… I tried to avoid the splash but…&lt;br /&gt;I tried to give it back… the next few minutes were spent in frantically searching for muddly puddles we could splash land to dirty the others trousers… All the while the passers by were like “WTF????” … our reaction as usual was also “WTF???”&lt;br /&gt;When finally we did decide to stop we looked quite a sight… she had her soiled jeans folded up almost upto her knees while I was running around in a zatang trouser in various shades of brown..&lt;br /&gt;Just before she was about to leave, a brainwave struck me… I jumped on slush … ran towards her and stepped on her feet leaving a big brown blotch on her osho sandals…&lt;br /&gt;The damn rascal got off the vehicle and chased me all over the place and boy did she give it back… grrrrrrrr.. She even managed to get away scot free after parking her bike in the middle of the road thanks to that “look at me im so innocent” smile…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways.  that was one day when the kid in me was back at its best… and boy did I feel good!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-112117952429154943?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/112117952429154943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=112117952429154943' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/112117952429154943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/112117952429154943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/07/rain-rain-dont-go-away.html' title='rain rain dont go away....'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-112048933322564312</id><published>2005-07-04T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:46:23.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arbit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious'/><title type='text'>Purpose??? whats that</title><content type='html'>I was just wondering about how much we all know about the purpose of our existance… Am I the only one or is everyone around me about as unclear… What am I here on earth for??? What am I supposed to be doing?? Is what I am doing actually done towards doing what I am supposed to do??? Phew!!! Are we really guided by a super power??? Is there a meaning to fate lines and weird charts?? Well I do not know… Are we really the “masters of our destiny” or is it that our destinies are written for us even before we enter this world…&lt;br /&gt;   After the accident in December 2003, while I was lying down in the hospital with four broken bones I was wondering why I wore my helmet on that day.. I generally did not wear a helmet but on that day it seemed to come naturally to me to wear one… If I hadn’t there was no way I could have escaped… Is it merely a coincidence??? Does that mean that my purpose for existence is still not satisfied???&lt;br /&gt;   I was trying to figure out the funda behind my purpose and it just got weirder by the minute… According to a friend of mine, we live because we have a purpose. This statement kinda perplexed me no end… Does that mean that when a person dies his purpose is fulfilled?? Its ironical that a man should never know what he is living for until he is alive no more… Does a man realize what his purpose his living was after his death??? Well no one knows… I was wondering if a man knows his purpose the moment before his death… the whole concept of purpose becomes more absurd when u wonder if there is a purpose in the first place… If there is then how would you explain the death of a baby before it sees the world…&lt;br /&gt;  Well I do not know the answers… But I do know its time to sleep… Good night people…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-112048933322564312?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/112048933322564312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=112048933322564312' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/112048933322564312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/112048933322564312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/07/purpose-whats-that.html' title='Purpose??? whats that'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-112006406408369604</id><published>2005-06-29T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:45:35.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arbit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>rantings of a bored mind</title><content type='html'>I was surfing channels on television and I realized how few genuine music channels actually existed… I was chatting with a friend of mine and even she seemed to be echoing the same thought…&lt;br /&gt;Initially there was MTV with all its promises of non stop good music… I must say that they were really good initially and they played some amazing music… Then gradually the good music started drying up while the crappy pop thing began flooding most of the shows… there was not a moment on the channel when Britney and her band of teenage wannabe whackos were not talked about… Their songs seemed to be “music”… well whatever… As if to prove that there weren’t just female wannabe artistes… a whole new clan of boy-bands spawned and they seemed to make MTV their very own hotspot…&lt;br /&gt;“hit me baby one more time…”, “I want it that way…”&lt;br /&gt;All songs seemed to come straight out of “What not to say in Bed”….&lt;br /&gt;Duh!!!&lt;br /&gt;The rockers had very little to be happy about with only the night rock shows showing some semblance to music… Soon even that dried down to merely a show a night… and the reason  .. well they had to accomodate variety in the channel in the form of hindi music… well it did seem like an okish idea but somebody ought to tell them that hindi music is not all about raunchy outlandish hip shakers baring it all to the “tune” of some “freak gawaar” turned “yo-punk overnight”….&lt;br /&gt;While the abuses continued to flow in , there was some respite in that Channel V began to play some decent music… well how long could they hold on … with more and more junta preferring “meri beri ka ber” to “Romeo and Juliet”.. even Channel V shifted to airing more of the “most wanted” music…&lt;br /&gt;So what does that leave us with… oddly timed shows with fleeting glances of Lennon and Morrison interspersed with Keating, Bryan, Shakira and the like…. Is there no channel which plays good music???? Damn!!!!&lt;br /&gt;As if to answer our prayers … some god blessed soul launched VH1. Well by far the best music channel as yet on cable television.&lt;br /&gt;Although VH1 is my favourite music channel as of now… there still are some reservations . Whenever I switch on the channel I seem to run into some big man calling himself 50 cents ranting some know-nothings in a "now-beat-it-punk" hurried .. low amp voice… Id have to wait a good 10-15 minutes before I get to hear what I was hoping to hear…&lt;br /&gt;The point im trying to drive home here is that its time we came up with music channels specific to an audience… I think VH1 has taken a step towards catering to the English music audience… I personally feel that its time there is a separate music channel for the die hard rock fans… one for the fans of the ever so fast speaking rappers and one even for all the hip shaking, pelvic thrusting , booty  baring bimbettes…&lt;br /&gt;Till then my computer and my ever increasing collection of music shall be my company…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: these are solely my and only my views… Peace!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-112006406408369604?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/112006406408369604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=112006406408369604' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/112006406408369604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/112006406408369604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/06/rantings-of-bored-mind.html' title='rantings of a bored mind'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-111978626770291377</id><published>2005-06-26T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:44:30.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious'/><title type='text'>hold on</title><content type='html'>I just happened to watch the video of this song called "Hold on" by "Good Charlotte". By the time they had finished, I was pretty disturbed.. The song is an anti suicide song written in response to all the kids who wrote letters to the band about how bad their lives had been and how they felt about living a hopeless life.The video shows fathers,mothers,brothers,sisters,friends talking about the dear ones they had lost.. I was particularly touched by an old man saying " This not the order of nature.. parents dont bury their children .. children bury their parents...". There also is a girl who says that she is happy to be still living...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This world, This world is cold&lt;br /&gt;But you don't, you dont have to go&lt;br /&gt;You're feeling sad, you're feeling lonely&lt;br /&gt;And no one seems to care&lt;br /&gt;Your mothers gone and your father hits you&lt;br /&gt;This pain you can not bare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all bleed the same way as you do&lt;br /&gt;And we all have the same things to go through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, if you feel like letting go&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, it gets better than you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your days, you say they're way too long,&lt;br /&gt;And your nights, you can't sleep at all&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;And you're not sure what you're waiting for&lt;br /&gt;But you dont want to no more&lt;br /&gt;You're not sure what you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;But you dont want to no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all bleed the same way as you do&lt;br /&gt;And we all have the same things to go through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, if you feel like letting go&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, it gets better than you know&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop looking you're one step closer&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop searching its not over&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking for?&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you're doing to me?&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead...what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, if you feel like letting go&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, it gets better than you know&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop looking you're one step closer&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop searching its not over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, if you feel like letting go&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, it gets better than you know&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really touched by this song ... I mean there were so many moments when I thought that life was just not worth living.. So many moments when I thought that I wasnt good enough for this world... So many times when I got so close to the edge..&lt;br /&gt; There were times when i felt that there's nothing to do but just give up and cave in.It felt like my life was not heading where it was supposed to be ... I felt like a loser and the future didnt seem like it held too much promise for me either... Looking back now I thank my stars I didnt give up... I know how close I came to the edge and I know how bad things could have gotten. It might have seemed like THE answer then but I know now that it wasnt...&lt;br /&gt; Thinking about those times kinds shakes me up but I know that I would'nt have been as strong as I am had I not been faced with those hard choices.. I &lt;strong&gt;KNOW&lt;/strong&gt; that I was not dastardly .. I know that there is a purpose... and most importantly I &lt;strong&gt;KNOW&lt;/strong&gt; that there are the special people who really care...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-111978626770291377?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/111978626770291377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=111978626770291377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/111978626770291377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/111978626770291377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/06/hold-on.html' title='hold on'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-111851301516987037</id><published>2005-06-11T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:42:51.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>the cigarette that wasnt to be ... :)</title><content type='html'>Something weird happened to my friend that deserves a mention on my blog… Its not just strange but outright funny..&lt;br /&gt;  Ajay was out on Brigade road to have a good time. While his girl friend was busy shopping in one of the shops in the mall, he decided to have a quick smoke.The fellow found a crowded shack and managed to squeeze his way through the crowd ..&lt;br /&gt;“Ek kings dena yaar…” &lt;br /&gt;  He tried to light the cigarette but the crowd was all over him.So he decided to get out of the place and then light the smoke stick. It took him a while to get out but when he did he realised that he had left his cigarette lighter back home… he looked around for some one with a a match but found nobody…&lt;br /&gt;     He struggled his way back into the shady shop and managed to light the fag with much difficulty.Another struggle and he was out of the shop.He was sweating and it had been almost fifteen minutes since he had left his girlfriend in the mall and come out looking for a cigarette. For a man who cannot spend an hour without a cigarette ,the relief was quite obvious.&lt;br /&gt;     Just as he was about to leave, a big man walked up to him and asked him for his lit cigarette. Ajay thought that the man was wanting to light his fag and so he gladly ofered it to him. The big man just said “Thanks, and walked away. Ajay trailed the man hoping that the man would give him back the cigarette. One puff, two and then another.. the man kept walking… He turned back , saw Ajay and asked&lt;br /&gt;“ Dude, any problem?”&lt;br /&gt;“My cigarette…. ”&lt;br /&gt;“I thought you gave it to me…”&lt;br /&gt;“I though u wanted to light your cigarette…”&lt;br /&gt;“Well do you want it back then??”&lt;br /&gt;“Eh.. ah.. er… no its ok … “&lt;br /&gt;Ajay walked back to the mall… It was a good twenty five minutes since he had left his girlfriend at the mall. Now he would have to listen to her ranting and whats worse he hadnt even fagged… lol!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-111851301516987037?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/111851301516987037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=111851301516987037' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/111851301516987037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/111851301516987037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/06/cigarette-that-wasnt-to-be.html' title='the cigarette that wasnt to be ... :)'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-111665808881730580</id><published>2005-05-20T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:42:29.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Encounters of a different kind :)</title><content type='html'>Ah a little more about the fateful Ooty trip&lt;br /&gt;We had gotten to Mysore when we kinda lost our way .. We had to get to Nanjangud and somehow every road from there seemed to head towards Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;We looked around for people to help us out but we could not find any… we decided to toss a coin and decide one direction and drive along that direction until we found someone or something that would direct us to Nanjangud… We did not have to drive too far actually… a little ahead we saw a middle aged man ambling along…&lt;br /&gt;Elated at having found signs of life … we drove towards him and stopped the car beside him… He was a big man .&lt;br /&gt;“ Sir, how do we get to Nanjangud”&lt;br /&gt;There was a brief silence and then without a warning he opens the back door and gets into the car. We were visibly psyched.&lt;br /&gt;“Oye, WTF??? What are you doing?”&lt;br /&gt;No reply.. The man was making himself comfortable in the back seat. DJ and I jumped out of the car and tried to get the big man out of the car… There were no passers by and there was no way we could drag the mighty mass out of the car..&lt;br /&gt;“DJ what if that fuck face has a knife or something?”&lt;br /&gt;“Dude.. what should we do.. Shall we drive straight to a police station?”&lt;br /&gt;“No man.. if we get to some place where we see enough people ..we will make some noise”&lt;br /&gt;“But what if the bastard has a knife or something…”&lt;br /&gt;We Peeped into the car and we realised that the man was druk.. he was enjoying his isesta in our car…&lt;br /&gt;“Dj we will drive on… It’s the only thing we can do now.”&lt;br /&gt;We got back into the car… I carefully pulled our bags from the rear area while DJ just drove on…&lt;br /&gt;After two minutes of driving, the big man broke the deafening silence..&lt;br /&gt;“Take a right here..”&lt;br /&gt;I was carefully surveying  the man for any signs of  a knife or gun…&lt;br /&gt;He said, “ I want to go to Nanjangud myself. I know the way. Theres no bus..I have to get there urgently”&lt;br /&gt;We stayed silent but decided to take the right turn.&lt;br /&gt;We kept driving and up ahead we saw a board  “ NANJANGUD –22KM”&lt;br /&gt;We looked around to find some people … only a few scattered shepherds and their goats…&lt;br /&gt;The man tried to make conversation with us but we just stayed silent …&lt;br /&gt;I decided to stay alert and sit ready to pounce in case I wiuld have to.&lt;br /&gt;DJ was petrified now.He is never silent.. and to see his mouth closed for such a long time was really rare and it made me feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;“Sir, I amd unemploeyd. Are you working?”&lt;br /&gt;we stayed silent.&lt;br /&gt;“I am married and I do not have money .Can you help me please.”&lt;br /&gt;I was getting a little scared now. He was eginning to talk about money. Several thoughts raced across my mind. Is he harmles… Does he have more people waiting  for us… Are we screwed???&lt;br /&gt;The man was talking non stop now describing his sorry tales and trying to elicit some sympathy . We on the other had were trying our best to not freak out.&lt;br /&gt;After driving for almost twenty minutes we reached a place where there seemed to be more people.&lt;br /&gt;DJ atopped the car.&lt;br /&gt;“Get out of the car”&lt;br /&gt;“Sir please give me some money”&lt;br /&gt;“Look we will just scream now . You better get out of the car now”&lt;br /&gt;“Give me some money… You will be helping….”&lt;br /&gt;“Dude get the fuck out of here before I scream my lungs out”&lt;br /&gt;DJ was beginning to take a deep breath and was getting ready to give a shrill cry for help…&lt;br /&gt;The mans lowly got out of the car. We were as alert as we could be.&lt;br /&gt;Then he comes slowly towards my window and thrusts his hand into the car.&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks for dropping me here”&lt;br /&gt;I was freaked out… DJ started screaming.&lt;br /&gt;The man looked cofused and he went away.&lt;br /&gt;We drove really fast from there and after we had covered about forty kilometres we stopped the car . We spoke for the first time since we had dropped the man off near Nanjangud.&lt;br /&gt;“Do u think the man was really harmless”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know . Maybe he got scared of the people…”&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe he was just plain drunk”&lt;br /&gt;“You mean he dosent know he might be 22 kilometres from Mysore”&lt;br /&gt;We laughed out aloud at the thought of having been fooled by a drunken moron .We laughed louder at the thought of leaving a drunken man twenty odd kilometres from his home… Man!!! But I still wonder … Why me?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/320/IMGP0883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a glorious trail :) &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/320/IMGP0936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MAN and THE CAR... on the way to OOTY... :) &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-111665808881730580?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/111665808881730580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=111665808881730580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/111665808881730580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/111665808881730580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/05/encounters-of-different-kind.html' title='Encounters of a different kind :)'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-111558189920648437</id><published>2005-05-08T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:42:07.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Duped by damn strawberr-man.</title><content type='html'>It was our first day in Ooty…… &lt;br /&gt;We were two guys in a car trying to make the most of a long weekend… The drive was tiring but worth it . The scenes that met our eyes were mind boggling to say the least. The weather was absolutely brilliant. We could sip hot chai in the open at 2pm on a summer afternoon….&lt;br /&gt;We had all the time in the world and nothing else to do than to roam the rugged streets and ogle at the few pretty dames…  Dhananjay suggested that we drive up a certain hill which was overlooking the greater part of Ooty…. I initially disregarded the idea as impractical but within an hours time… sheer joblessness drove us to the point of impracticality!!! Yeah baby!!! we did drive up afterall….&lt;br /&gt;The drive up was along an extremely narrow stretch . The road was just about broad enough to permit one car .. One wrong move at the curves and we could well be history… We managed the drive pretty comfortably until we reached the point where the roads got much steeper . One man jumps right into our way.We brake hard to avoid the man. I even jumped out of the car and uttered choicest kannada abuses at him . He seemed rather bewildered at my expressiveness…. He made the most of the opportunity though and thrust a box of strawberries into my face …&lt;br /&gt;“Organic strawberries sir….”&lt;br /&gt;“Nahin chahiye yaar….”&lt;br /&gt;“ No saar… good strawberry… made in India… very sweet… no fertilizer… no chemical… only natural”&lt;br /&gt;“Nahin chahiya yaar…..”&lt;br /&gt;“No sir … u no understnding… red strawberry… red inside also… see….”&lt;br /&gt;And he bites into one amd proudly displays the insides….&lt;br /&gt;“ see I told you sir… its red”&lt;br /&gt;By now… DJ got out of the car , amused by the bald mans antics…&lt;br /&gt;“Ok boss… how much is it???”&lt;br /&gt;“Only 100 Rupess sir…”&lt;br /&gt;“What the f***!!!! ”&lt;br /&gt;“Organic sir… 20 strawberry sir…. Cheap…”&lt;br /&gt;“ CHEAP MY FOOT!!!!! Five bucks an organifc strawberry???”&lt;br /&gt;“no sir 20 strawberries only 100 rupees”&lt;br /&gt;We were considering our options.. we could go on and on … the man would also go on n on.. we would never get anywhere.He was blocking the road.We couldn’t possibly drive any further without buying his strawberris.We couldn’t reverse either because the road was not wide enough to allow us to reverse .So in a way he strategically forced us into buying the strawberries…&lt;br /&gt;  We just about kept the strawberries in the car when our man reappears … this time with organic strawberry jam….&lt;br /&gt;  Man … another fifteen minutes of haggling and we were sitting in the car eating strawberries with strawberry jam…. All for rupess one hundred and fifty vonley!!!!! The drive to the top from there on was smoth…  the scene from up there was absolutely amazing. We sat there for a long time feasting on chips and biscuits and the organic strawberries…&lt;br /&gt; The drive downhill was less eventful.We reached the foothills in about half an hour.Of course this time we were careful enough to speed past the place before Mr. Organic Strawberry caught us again….&lt;br /&gt;Conning is an art. Some people do it with flair while some just force the victim into submission… Getting conned just happens… only that with me it happens all the time… damn!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-111558189920648437?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/111558189920648437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=111558189920648437' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/111558189920648437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/111558189920648437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/05/duped-by-damn-strawberr-man.html' title='Duped by damn strawberr-man.'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-111368617811022289</id><published>2005-04-16T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:41:48.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>my first interview.. :(</title><content type='html'>It was the second day of campus recruitment ... It was the turn of a huge company, with BIG market credentials, to woo the students on that day.... everyone was visibly excited... there were hazzaar rumours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oye, i heard that they are coming for mass recruitment da...."&lt;br /&gt;"no da... they will pick a few but they are paying big.. really big ..."&lt;br /&gt;"hey heard they are setting up a new fab in Timbuktoo… they need people …. Might even pick a hundred…"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pre placement talk was scheduled for 2 pm.. Everyone was slogging since the previous three days preparing for all possible questions the freaks may ask…&lt;br /&gt;Some resourceful fellows even managed the qualifying papers from their friends in IITM where the company  had just been before they landed in Surathkal. The typical Krecian Jugaad was to be seen everywhere… the zerox shops had queues of guys tryin to get a copy each of the probable questions… while back in the blocks the control c and control v keys were being used overtime…&lt;br /&gt;When I stepped into to the mess for lunch,it was surprisingly empty… hardly anyone was there… everyone was apparently studying for the qualifiers…. I was wondering if I stood a chance at all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2 pm I found myself sitting in the front row in the ATB…. I was listening attentively to all the crap they had to say..&lt;br /&gt;"We are world leaders in….we can do that … this and the other… we are the best… "&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;so??&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the ranting about their company, they decided half an hour of bragging was good enough…They finally revealed the package… it was a pretty huge pay-pack by all standards… so we were kinda excited about the entire thing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immedaitely after, they announced the rather high cut off which I barely cleared and then they started distributing the papers….&lt;br /&gt;The paper was not the one that everyone had got from IITM… The company had lived up to its name… the faces  of the students clearly lost a shade or two… all  their efforts had gone waste…. Even I was a little flustered as it was only my second apti [&lt;strong&gt;thats what we called it&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I cleared the apti paper with ease… the technical section was a total bomb… it was hopeless trying to answer that paper… it was near impossible for anyone to crack that paper…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour and a half I slowly trudged out of the hall.. everyone was clearly disappointed… the long faces said it all…[&lt;strong&gt;log long faces... some sight..&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results were scheduled to be out round about 5 pm… and I had no hope whatsoever of qualifying for the interviews … so I decided to go to the adda… our very own “Krishnas” for my cup of tea…. I didn’t realise how time flew by and before I realised one of my friends came running towards me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Abbe tera naam list main hain…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment I did not undrstand what was going on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“abbe jaldi chal yaar… tera interview bees minute main hain….”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a state of shock… I had not expected in the least to have qualified…&lt;br /&gt;I got up and ran towards the hostel… somehow I felt that having cleared the difficult test,I would sail through the interview ... [&lt;strong&gt;hopes...&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dressed up hurriedly yet immaculately in my new pair of formals et al… I hurried towards the Placement centre… the light drizzle which was so common during those placement days slowly turned into a heavy shower… when I reached the placement centre I was wet … I did not even have a minute to breathe easy… Before I could gather by breath I realised I was in a small room , wet and panting before a young man who did not look too pleased with my presentation skills…&lt;br /&gt;After briefly introducing myself I told him a little about my interests and my favourite subjetcs… He listened very patiently and then said…&lt;br /&gt;“You are an electronics student eh… hmm… I do not know much of electronics but I will try to ask you something… ”&lt;br /&gt;with this he started my technical interview… he asked me a couple of questions on electronics and then “What are the programming languages you know???”&lt;br /&gt;“C sir”&lt;br /&gt;“only C??”&lt;br /&gt;“yes sir… we had only C in our syllabus”&lt;br /&gt;“no C++ also??”&lt;br /&gt;“no sir”&lt;br /&gt;“hmmm… fine il give you a piece of code … tell me… "  blah blah&lt;br /&gt;“ ok sir”… blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;but I managed to give him the correct answers… and i was feelin really really good now&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;“ tell me something about OOPS..”&lt;br /&gt;“Object Oriented Programming sir”,I said with a gleam in my eye…&lt;br /&gt;“what is that???”&lt;br /&gt;“well I don’t know … but …”[&lt;strong&gt;WTF?? how am I suppposed to know??&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;“u don’t know object oriented programming???”&lt;br /&gt;“no… we dint have that in…”&lt;br /&gt;“ok.. do u know a bit of  Java??” [&lt;strong&gt;yeah rt!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;“No sir..”&lt;br /&gt;“PL/SQL… data base management???”&lt;br /&gt;“No sir…” [&lt;strong&gt;oye... dude im an electronics engineer&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;“What else do u know in computers??”&lt;br /&gt;“I know how to work on matlab , pspice VHDL n verilog…”&lt;br /&gt;“what is that????? But u do not know OOPS concepts eh??”&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;not again... &lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;“No sir…”&lt;br /&gt;“hmmm……. Where are you actually from??”&lt;br /&gt;I realised that my interview ended there… I did not know what to do… I was so shaken up by the whole experience…&lt;br /&gt;“ sir .. from Bangalore..”&lt;br /&gt;“I am sorry Elwin but we are looking for highly technical computer guys”&lt;br /&gt;I was about to scream, “Do I look like a friggin imbecile to you??”… but I managed to keep it down to a mumble…&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you” I said and walked out….&lt;br /&gt;That was my first interview… the results,negative and the after effects,still showing…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-111368617811022289?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/111368617811022289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=111368617811022289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/111368617811022289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/111368617811022289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-first-interview.html' title='my first interview.. :('/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-111259693201434458</id><published>2005-04-03T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:41:20.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious'/><title type='text'>Answers????</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my cousin passed away. He was the liveliest of all my cousins… and I still cant believe that he is no more. Some say that it was stress at work while others say that it was a freak accident.Whatever it was,we will all miss this man who always brought a smile on our faces.&lt;br /&gt;    He was true to his name ,Joy, ever smiling and armed with a repertoire of underworld jokes... I miss him sorely. Even as I sat at the funeral service, many tens of people: friends, relatives and colleagues walked up and testified the glowing influence Joy had on them.I was wondering what an influence this man had on me... He taught me that life isn’t that bad... that it is NEVER bad enough to stop smiling... He may have joked and smiled away everything but deep inside he was as determined as ever, yet not stubborn... He would not let anyone control his life… He was the master of his life. He taught me how to live life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;    Even at the grave I was hoping that this was all one big joke … that he would rise up and laugh that hearty laugh which all of us admired…. But it was for real… I lost one of my closest friends and beloved cousin.&lt;br /&gt;    After everyone had left, I stood there and wondered, "what next???". Is this the end for Joy??? Or is it the beginning of a new life? Is there anything at all after this??? Does he even know that we miss him so sorely??? I hoped for a sign... but nothing was there... is there life after death??? Is there a meaning to death???&lt;br /&gt;    If He is all controlling, then why would he deprive a young life that He created, of the joys of a long and happy life??? I wonder now what our purpose on earth is. Was his purpose fulfilled that he had to die?? What is my purpose ??? Am I actually working towards my purpose??? Does anyone know the answers???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;em&gt;How many roads must a man walk down,&lt;br /&gt;                          before you call him a man?&lt;br /&gt;                     How many seas must a white dove fly,&lt;br /&gt;                          before she sleeps in the sand?&lt;br /&gt;                   And how many times must a cannon ball fly,&lt;br /&gt;                          before they're forever banned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;                        the answer is blowing in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       How many years can a mountain exist,&lt;br /&gt;                          before it is washed to the sea?&lt;br /&gt;                       How many years can some people exist,&lt;br /&gt;                        before they're allowed to be free?&lt;br /&gt;                    And how many times can a man turn his head,&lt;br /&gt;                       and pretend that he just doesn't see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;                        the answer is blowing in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       How many times must a man look up,&lt;br /&gt;                            before he sees the sky ?&lt;br /&gt;                      And how many ears must one man have,&lt;br /&gt;                         before he can hear people cry ?&lt;br /&gt;                  And how many deaths will it take till we know,&lt;br /&gt;                         that too many people have died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;                        the answer is blowing in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;                        the answer is blowing in the wind.&lt;/em&gt;                                                       &lt;br /&gt;                                                      &lt;strong&gt;-Bob Dylan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-111259693201434458?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/111259693201434458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=111259693201434458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/111259693201434458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/111259693201434458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/04/answers.html' title='Answers????'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-111062099700589834</id><published>2005-03-12T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:40:57.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Sweet Child of mine</title><content type='html'>It was his second year in Surathkal and he was still one of those well oiled nerds trying to get to the top of the class… lol!!! It was his fourth semester to be precise… We had a certain lab called AEC Lab. It was one of those things that never ever give an output. Besides considering his attendance in that lab he didn’t even harbour any hopes of getting an output… yet deep inside he somehow felt he knew the theory enough to squeeze his way through…&lt;br /&gt;    It was the middle of May and the exams were on… He had stayed up the whole night trying to cram the unnecessary details…&lt;br /&gt;   “Abbe… maa**** woh capacitor ka value kya tha be???”&lt;br /&gt;   “Oye mereko nahi pata yaar… mereko bhi is experiment ka output nahi aaya…”&lt;br /&gt;   “Abbe is experiment aayega to mera vaat lag jayega yaar”&lt;br /&gt;   “Jo bhi hoyege dekha jayega… sutta keliye aayege kya???”&lt;br /&gt;   “Abhe bho**** main to aaj mar jaoonga yaar”&lt;br /&gt;  He somehow managed to go through all the experiments… He was confident that even if he did not get an output he would smash the viva and write enough theory to clear the paper … But there was still that particular experiment… hell what is the probability of getting that experiment yaar… one in thirteen… worth a chance ditching it… howzaat???&lt;br /&gt;  It seemed the most logical thing to do… ditch that experiment… so ditch he did!!!&lt;br /&gt;  7 am and he was haunting the surroundings of the AEC Lab. Somehow he was strangely confident that he would get thought the lab without any major scars…&lt;br /&gt;  The system is strange… they keep the question papers hidden in the answer sheets and we were to randomly pick up any of those answer booklets… smarty that he was he decided to have the first pick…&lt;br /&gt;  " Design an RC Coupled amplifier… gain of… bandwidth of… components… …. … "&lt;br /&gt;He couldn’t believe it… It was that friggin question that he hadn’t studied for at all.. he could see his entire family ( dads great grand dad included) abusing him … he felt like abusing them back loudly but I believe sensibility returns when its most unlikely… lol!!!!&lt;br /&gt;    He tried his hand at copying… he raced as fast as he could towards the one girl who couldn’t have possibly ditched it…&lt;br /&gt;  “You are the best woman ive ever set my eyes upon… please please tell me atleast the values of the components and il manage to write up an infinite deal of garbage”&lt;br /&gt;   “Shhh…. What a freak… 10pF , 22uF ,……….. give me your sheet I’ll write the formulae in pencil… use it somewhere”&lt;br /&gt;    “Oh …. You are a sweetheart… Thanks a million man… that ba***** is coming back … me scooting… Cadburys after exam…”&lt;br /&gt;   Now he had the answer.. no one could fail him… he felt a strange sense of whatever… He was on my way… lol!!!! He confidently went to his place … wrote an infinite deal of nothing inserting those formulae in conspicuous locations and making the presence of those magical numbers felt…&lt;br /&gt;  He submitted the paper and hurriedly rushed towards the attendant for the apparatus…. “10 picofarad” , he proudly said… and looked around … we nodded at him as if to say.. “way to go”.. atleast that’s what he thought…&lt;br /&gt;  Soon he was at his table trying to set up the circuit… an hour passed and then another… hope to despair is quite a long journey man … he was feeling really stupid… nothing that he tried seemed to be having an impact. He was at his wits end when he could hear , “Roll number 999… come for viva…”, he got up and walked slowly towards the external examiner…&lt;br /&gt;“what is the bandwith that you have designed this for???”&lt;br /&gt;“sir, 200 Mhz sir…”&lt;br /&gt;“200 Mhz ?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes sir but i think it will work only for about 150 Mhz”&lt;br /&gt;“150 Mhz??!!!???”&lt;br /&gt;“ Sir the coupling capacitor…”&lt;br /&gt;“No … answer to the point… what is this circuit's operating range??”&lt;br /&gt;“ Sir in the formula I have substituted… 200 …”&lt;br /&gt;“Ok son… that’s all ok… are you getting the output???”&lt;br /&gt;“No sir”&lt;br /&gt;“It isn’t really surprising… look at the circuit… do you see anything missing”&lt;br /&gt;He felt like beating up the bald man … If he knew th answer, would he be mumbling…&lt;br /&gt;“ Cant see the mistake sir…”&lt;br /&gt;“ This is what is wrong with the younger generation I say… they refuse to tackle the problem… everything they need has to be given to them on a platter… “&lt;br /&gt;“yes sir “&lt;br /&gt;“what yes sir”&lt;br /&gt;“sorry sir… “&lt;br /&gt;More blah…&lt;br /&gt;“yes sir”&lt;br /&gt;“what??”&lt;br /&gt;“no sir… sorry sir..”&lt;br /&gt;Then the old man asked him the question that probably saved his subject..&lt;br /&gt;“How much did you score in the theory last semester?”&lt;br /&gt;“sir 82 sir…”&lt;br /&gt;“ah… so u sill don’t see the mistake eh…”&lt;br /&gt;He pretended to stare at the sheet and mumbled all the formulae including E=mc2 hoping to impress the professor… of course he made sure that the bald man dint hear anything he mumbled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can I see your circuit??”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes of course sir…”&lt;br /&gt;He casually walks towards the breadboard… examines the mess of wires….&lt;br /&gt;“Son you should be a little more judicious with these wires u know… you have used such long wires for these small connections… Its no wonder that you have overlooked something… well the circuit seems right although the one you’ve drawn is a little different…”&lt;br /&gt;Our man was surprised… I mean how could he rig up a circuit correctly when he had no clue about it at all considering that the circuit that he copied was wrong…. He simply nodded nevertheless…&lt;br /&gt;Well it was well past three hours now and he asked him to submit his paper.. He told him that he couldn’t take any readings…&lt;br /&gt;The old man said, “Well I don’t know… lets see … its not that difficult an experiment..”&lt;br /&gt;“yes sir… something is wrong…”&lt;br /&gt;And he walked out of the hall… It was the first time he thought hed fail in a paper… Not a nice feeling… When he got outside all of us sympathized with him at having gotten such a difficult question…&lt;br /&gt;“They’ll clear you man… uve got the circuit right…”&lt;br /&gt;“But goddam it ive drawn it wrong in the sheet..”&lt;br /&gt;“They’ll pass you man… don’t worry”&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could console him…&lt;br /&gt;Someone once had told him that beer is mans best friend when hes all down… so Mr.Beer beckoned him…&lt;br /&gt;He went all alone to this place in Mangalore about  20 kilometres away… got himself drunk silly and somehow managed to get back to the hostel.I being his roommate was really surprised because I had never seen him drink in the two years I knew him… He just walked in with his typical ceaseless smile , grabbed my guitar and started screaming “sweet child of mine…”&lt;br /&gt;We all welcomed another intelligent man who had been ruined by education into our community of “light drinkers” ….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-111062099700589834?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/111062099700589834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=111062099700589834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/111062099700589834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/111062099700589834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/03/sweet-child-of-mine.html' title='Sweet Child of mine'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-111027657540956084</id><published>2005-03-08T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:40:35.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Kaam Tamam</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in my cubicle and pondering over a problem when I get a call from one of my friends ...&lt;br /&gt;“ Oye… ******* kya kar rahe ho”&lt;br /&gt;“ generally just… “&lt;br /&gt;“just wondering if we can scoot to mysore tomorrow… getting bored… “&lt;br /&gt;“how about tonight???”&lt;br /&gt;There was just a moment of silence before what I had said dawned on us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Il be at your place in an hours time”&lt;br /&gt;“Sure”&lt;br /&gt;He hung up… I quickly found excuses and raced towards home… I Just had time enough to have a  quick shower when I could hear his car screeching to a halt before my house…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few cds, a couple of spare clothes… a few chocolates… n we were off on our way…&lt;br /&gt;We decided to drag along another friend , lets call him Tamam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called him up on our way to his house and told him our plans… we had decided to drag him along at any cost… He seemed shaken up by the entire plan and tried to come up with excuses for each of which we had our own ridiculous counter – excuses…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oye.. were goin mysore… get dressed….”&lt;br /&gt;“what dya mean”&lt;br /&gt;“oye we know ur hardly wearing anything at this hour of the night… and watching some mallu pondy “&lt;br /&gt;“Abbe… that’s ok.. what mysore…”&lt;br /&gt;“just get dressed … we wil be there in 10 minutes”&lt;br /&gt;“WTF????”&lt;br /&gt;“yeah….” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ten minutes we were outside his huge house…. Our man comes out to receive us in his pajamas and sweater.. man all that was missing was a monkey cap… It would’ve made a perfect goorkha picture… he tried sheepishly to give excses…&lt;br /&gt;“Abbe kal mereko meeting hain yaar… nahin aa paoonga”&lt;br /&gt;“what time is the meeting”&lt;br /&gt;“sharp 8 o clock maccha…”&lt;br /&gt;“don’t worry… you will be in office by 8am”&lt;br /&gt;“WTF??? What ..”&lt;br /&gt;“chill… go wear atleast ur undies… we gotta leave now..”&lt;br /&gt;“Abbe maa***** I have work tomorrow”&lt;br /&gt;“ba*** to your work… were leaving now… if you don’t step out now… were gonna start screaming ur lover babes name… she stays in the opposite building right???”&lt;br /&gt;We could see the jimmy wince in discomfort…&lt;br /&gt;He tried a few more excuses before he came up with the ultimate mother of all…&lt;br /&gt;“Speak to my daddy… me good boy… wont go without daddys aashirvaard!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;We confidently walked into his house… I was almost sure I would be able to work my magic with his parents… but one step into the house… n it spelt doom…&lt;br /&gt;Uncle was in a murderous mood… one look and we knew what to expect… We could see Tamam jumping around in delight while we were wriggling uncomfortably…&lt;br /&gt;“Tamam wont be going out tonight.. he has fever… when I last checked it was 98.1 degrees… besides he had running nose last week… “&lt;br /&gt;“Ok uncle… yeah I guess he must stay home… it might get worse…”&lt;br /&gt;“Why don’t you guys go upstairs and talk for a while… “&lt;br /&gt;“yes uncle”&lt;br /&gt;We put our heads down and walked into Tamams room… as expected he was watchin one of those movies and… we gave him ideas like eloping with us… considering his tendencies im sure he would’ve been considerably excited n all… but he kept his thoughts to himself and told us to wait in his room while he went for his customary leaks… ive known this freak of nature for over a decade now but ive never been able to explain his bladder problems… he had a reasonably tight one before he developed pimple problems and his mommy got a laser surgery done on his nose… God alone knows what the doctor did but although his pimples weren’t to be seen for a almost a week his bladder (im not talking gall bladder) seemed to have lost considerable strength. By the time he reappeared we stowed away his company swipe card in a pile of books and shouted goodbye…&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the car we were still wondering how that freak could possibly prefer “nice” movies to a long night drive..&lt;br /&gt;The journey was a pleasant one … we were almost halfway into Kengeri when we got a call from a rather shaken up Tamam …&lt;br /&gt;“Hey did u guys see my swipe card anywhere..”&lt;br /&gt;“Hell yeah… its with us … dammit!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;“grrrrr… brrrrrr… mrrrrrr…” &lt;murmer murmer=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“what happened???”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t believe you guys are my friends…”&lt;br /&gt;“We don’t believe you ditched us…”&lt;br /&gt;“You actually have my…”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah.. well be back tomorrow morning… Just look around… u might just find it somewhere there..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;click&gt; and I could no longer hear the soothing background music from his dads transistor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We carried on.. the journey was amazing… good music… good conversation and mild traffic… so we generally proceeded towards Mysore at a reasonable speed. We were running out of ideas when we get another call from out Tamam!!!&lt;br /&gt;“B****** ur coming back rt now n returning the card to me… WTF is wrong with you guys… “&lt;br /&gt;The tone was not one of anger … it was a confused tone.. totally confused… almost begging for us to return his card…&lt;br /&gt;We couldn’t help laughing out aloud.In fact we had to stop the vehicle so that we could laugh without danger… and all the while our dear Tamam is letting loose a tirade of abuses…&lt;br /&gt;We could literally hear the relief he felt when we told him that his card was in his house only …&lt;br /&gt;After we hung up… we carried on.. One stop at Café Coffee Day … and within a couple of hours we were in Mysore…&lt;br /&gt;One amazing trip… in every sense of the word!!!!!&lt;/click&gt;&lt;/murmer&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-111027657540956084?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/111027657540956084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=111027657540956084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/111027657540956084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/111027657540956084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/03/kaam-tamam.html' title='Kaam Tamam'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-111008314619648890</id><published>2005-03-05T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:40:11.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>White Flag -Dido</title><content type='html'>I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it&lt;br /&gt;where's the sense in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder&lt;br /&gt;Or return to where we were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I will go down with this ship&lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I left too much mess and&lt;br /&gt;destruction to come back again&lt;br /&gt;And I caused but nothing but trouble&lt;br /&gt;I understand if you can't talk to me again&lt;br /&gt;And if you live by the rules of "it's over"&lt;br /&gt;then I'm sure that that makes sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we meet&lt;br /&gt;Which I'm sure we will&lt;br /&gt;All that was then&lt;br /&gt;Will be there still&lt;br /&gt;I'll let it pass&lt;br /&gt;And hold my tongue&lt;br /&gt;And you will think&lt;br /&gt;That I've moved on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I will go down with this ship&lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I will go down with this ship&lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful song!!! what a lovely message... yeah I dont give up!!!! Yeah i get knocked... but im up again .. No ur never gonna see me down...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-111008314619648890?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/111008314619648890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=111008314619648890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/111008314619648890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/111008314619648890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/03/white-flag-dido.html' title='White Flag -Dido'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-111008269213389305</id><published>2005-03-05T14:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:39:28.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious'/><title type='text'>Dream on!!!! It wont change a thing!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Everything is so bloody cosy in feigned reality … Its not even half as harsh… everything u want to own is up for grabs. Everything that happens is a choice we’ve made… and something we look forward to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is a bitch!!! Consider this… The woman of your dreams politely tells you that you aren't the one for her… but that you're a wonderful person… you are not just depressed...  you're hurt where it hurts the most.. the lil son of an ego takes a bashing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More alcohol???? Deep inside you know that this is not gonna change reality… it still will remain that you are a loser… You have just lost the girl who was the source of your inspiration…  After all she was the one who carved the niche you tried to fit in… Now that you weren't even close… you feel like theres nothing left on this world which will be a motivation… nothing else to look forward to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“will there ever be someone in my life who will match this babe… will there ever be someone who will be able to command respect and love like this sweet dame…” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when I decided its time that reality neednt control me… I live my life the way I want to… I may not be the one for her… yet she could be the one for me… this belief  makes me believe that im happy with her … I spend all my time with her… I assume that she loves me as much …  This is what I feel… that I can live in a world of dreams… of lions and princesses … shunning reality… &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hoping &lt;/span&gt;that the dreams wont come crashing down… If nothing im happy … Shes what i want to live for... shes mine in my dreams... I dream on!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-111008269213389305?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/111008269213389305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/111008269213389305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/03/dream-on-it-wont-change-thing.html' title='Dream on!!!! It wont change a thing!!!!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-111001159338530665</id><published>2005-03-05T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:24:44.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Ironic - Thank you Alanis</title><content type='html'>An old man turned ninety-eight&lt;br /&gt;He won the lottery and died the next day&lt;br /&gt;It's a black fly in your Chardonnay&lt;br /&gt;It's a death row pardon two minutes too late&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it ironic ... don't you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like rain on your wedding day&lt;br /&gt;It's a free ride when you've already paid&lt;br /&gt;It's the good advice that you just didn't take&lt;br /&gt;Who would've thought ... it figures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly&lt;br /&gt;He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye&lt;br /&gt;He waited his whole damn life to take that flight&lt;br /&gt;And as the plane crashed down he thought&lt;br /&gt;'Well isn't this nice...'&lt;br /&gt;And isn't it ironic ... don't you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you&lt;br /&gt;When you think everything's okay and everything's going right&lt;br /&gt;And life has a funny way of helping you out when&lt;br /&gt;You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up&lt;br /&gt;In your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a traffic jam when you're already late&lt;br /&gt;It's a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break&lt;br /&gt;It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife&lt;br /&gt;It's meeting the man of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And then meeting his beautiful wife&lt;br /&gt;And isn't it ironic... don't you think&lt;br /&gt;A little too ironic... and yeah I really do think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you&lt;br /&gt;Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out&lt;br /&gt;Helping you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true dont u think... everytime u think everythings going so perfectly... i wonder whats in store for me... and im never failed.... something has to go wrong... and thinking of the entire episode at a later stage... the happiness seems so strange... so fake... isnt it so goddam ironic... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-111001159338530665?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/111001159338530665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=111001159338530665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/111001159338530665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/111001159338530665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/03/ironic-thank-you-alanis.html' title='Ironic - Thank you Alanis'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-110966122331170407</id><published>2005-02-28T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:24:02.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>PINK!!!!!!!! :)</title><content type='html'>It was a lazy Saturday afternoon… I was still groveling on my bed wondering if it was late enough to wake up… I heard someone say…&lt;br /&gt;  “Damn its woken up”…&lt;br /&gt;   I lazily turned around to see my sister - that stupid thing - yelling something at me…. What was she doing in my room??? How dare she yell at me in my room… I felt like a taunted lion n all… (don’t ask me where that feeling comes from… lol!!!)  I could now hear not just her ... My mom was also yelling…&lt;br /&gt;   “Don’t u have classes now??? Its one already and look at you… “&lt;br /&gt;   I slowly got to my feet but I was still wondering what that wicked lil thing was doing in my room. I just needed a reason to land my fist on her face… I figured she was rummaging through my wardrobe….&lt;br /&gt;  “What the hell do you think you are doing?”&lt;br /&gt;   “Im looking for my Pink top”&lt;br /&gt;   I was getting a little unnerved…&lt;br /&gt;   “Pink top???? What the frig are u looking for a pink top in my cupboard for?”&lt;br /&gt;   “You stole my Levis remember… and my Pepe Shirt… that nice one… “&lt;br /&gt;   “Oye… I didn’t steal ‘em… I had asked mommy… “&lt;br /&gt;   “My foot u asked mommy… “&lt;br /&gt;   “ Well that still dosent explain why ur looking in my cupboard for pink tops???”&lt;br /&gt;   “You never know…”&lt;br /&gt;   I could feel myself slowly but surely losing it… I had gotten my clothes ironed n arranged neatly … and now I could see them all strewn all over the place…&lt;br /&gt;   “Oye you better clear up the mess…”&lt;br /&gt;   “You better return my pink top”&lt;br /&gt;   I tried to reason….&lt;br /&gt;   “What will I do with Your goddam pink top???? “&lt;br /&gt;   “Wear it…” and then one stupid characteristic grin…&lt;br /&gt;  hehe!!!! That was it!!!&lt;br /&gt;  My room was the battlefield for the modern battle of Panipat… one man striving to save his room and the opponent trying to salvage a pink top or whatever… grrrr!!!!&lt;br /&gt;  It started with loud squeals… then screams… I was knocked a couple of times on my face… I wasn’t sleepy anymore… a couple of scratches … I was burning within… surprisingly none of my punches seemed to be having any effect on her… It mustve been her favourite pinkie… lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;   It went on until the referee , my mom intervened… she wielded a broom and had an angry look… I knew that if I hadn’t stopped then… I would be the first to be attached … Somehow all elder brothers end up on the wrong side…&lt;br /&gt;Peace ensued in no time… both of us tails down… I had to clear up my room … while my sister had to leave without her pink top lol!!!!&lt;br /&gt;    Some battle this was… My sister seemed to be feeling the pain now… she was rubbing her cheeks  while I felt a strange satisfaction… Needless to say the scratches from her talons were hurting like crazy but I tried to be the brave man…&lt;br /&gt;   Some beginning to the day!!!!! God I love my punching bag!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-110966122331170407?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/110966122331170407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=110966122331170407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/110966122331170407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/110966122331170407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/03/pink.html' title='PINK!!!!!!!! :)'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-110960048037376688</id><published>2005-02-28T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:22:42.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Fools .... we all!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Scene 1:  12:05 pm (deadline at 12:00 noon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I cant really describe that feeling in words … it wasn’t one of pain…  it wasn’t uneasiness… it could at best be understood as the longing of a man to empty his swollen sack. Think about it… the system of yours is begging you to free it of its woes and your mind chooses to put off the inevitable for some auspicious moment…&lt;br /&gt;  “Damn you … cant u just get back to ur damned coding after relieving urself??”&lt;br /&gt;  “Self control is important … wait on for sometime…. Once were done with this package .. u can unload as much as u want….”&lt;br /&gt;  “Damn the self control…  I cant take it much longer .. u know it!!!”&lt;br /&gt;  “Dude … chill maadi… cant u just hang on for a minute without troubling me so much. I cant think half as well when u do this to me… Its only gonna take longer… Chill for a while”&lt;br /&gt;  “You cant damn think and I cant damn hold on for too much longer…”&lt;br /&gt;  “You  know… a perfectionist is one who strives to exceed his limits…”&lt;br /&gt;  “Damn ur perfection… think natural… look its not gonna hold too long… you had better be warned…”&lt;br /&gt;  “Damn u .. u son of a freak… i cant get leave this place without having that darn thing finished… cant u friggin understand…”&lt;br /&gt;  “Alright … THIS IS IT… don’t blame me if …. 5…4…..3….”&lt;br /&gt;This was the moment when the mind had to yield to the bladder….  Damn it…“The call” has to be answered … it just HAS TO BE ANSWERED… is there anyone who can refute this???? ANYONE????&lt;br /&gt;  I got up and ran to the rest room…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2:  7:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Its a lot clearer now… No more pressure …no more tension… Having literally battled with the work over the last few weeks, the “nothing to do” feeling was a lil difficult to handle… browsing… mailing… chatting… I was generally a lil bored….&lt;br /&gt;     I decided to visit the restroom one last time before I left for the day… I got up and ambled casually into the rest room… As I was about to walk out of the loo….. I could hear some heavy footsteps heading towards me from the other side of the door… Being prone to accidents I decided to play it safe and stepped back… Boy!!! was that a good move or what…. The man who raced inside would’ve literally flattened me …. He came in hurriedly… Even before he was inside the heavenly abode of such tortured souls his fly was wide open … he stormed into the limited space like a bull… As he relieved the sensation ( he later put it that way) … I was just wondering why he would torture himself so much… I waited for him outside the loo… He raced past me with much the same speed… I called out for him and asked me why he was in a hurry… From a distance he replied “ Abbe das minute main submit karna hain…” and kept running…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of the place wondering what a fool I would’ve made of myself that morning... How many fellows wouldve seen me running... Would they have understood??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!!!! What fools, work makes of us!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-110960048037376688?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/110960048037376688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=110960048037376688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/110960048037376688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/110960048037376688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/02/fools-we-all.html' title='Fools .... we all!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-110689148421801842</id><published>2005-01-27T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:23:06.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arbit'/><title type='text'>DUH!!!!!! Some life this!!!!</title><content type='html'>It’s been some time now since I’ve been thinking… “Is this what I really want to do? Stare at the goddam monitor hoping for a miracle …”&lt;br /&gt;Am I cut out for this… Is this what I’ve studied for twenty years of my life… And frankly I still have no clue… I’m as confused as ever n it only gets worse..&lt;br /&gt;   Walking down that lane trying to figure out where I went wrong… the answer  still eludes me… was it when I chose science over arts?? Was it when I topped school n chose to do engineering in electronics or was it when I chose to do my engineering in erstwhile KREC???&lt;br /&gt;   While in college, the picture of a software engineer that was presented to me was that of a hi-flying, hi-earning, well dressed, polite and “all-having” demi god!! Now I see the things that were not visible in the picture… the stress, deadlines, peer pressure, expectations and more deadlines…&lt;br /&gt;   Staring at a goddam picture tube for at least ten hours out of the possible twenty four, trying to discover those damned bugs and cleansing the code of all unrighteousness… duh!!!! Some life!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;  I cant imagine doing this all my life… presenting some ragged piece of code.. convincing my seniors that this is the best that ever was… and then basking in the glory of my helplessness..&lt;br /&gt;  Yes this is life my friend… I know it aint what I set off to become.. but having become just what I dint want to .. im waiting for the miracle… Yes there is hope … It keeps me alive..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-110689148421801842?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/110689148421801842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=110689148421801842' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/110689148421801842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/110689148421801842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/01/duh-some-life-this.html' title='DUH!!!!!! Some life this!!!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-110628781295932339</id><published>2005-01-20T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:23:36.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Date: 19th December 2003&lt;br /&gt;Time : 4:30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack is rudely woken up from his afternoon siesta by a mighty splash of water wetting his face … Jumping outta his bed he realizes his mom is screaming.. “Ur the santa for the evening… u better leave now… The Christmas party is at 5”.. It takes a while before things begin to clear up… and the wetness begins to sink in…&lt;br /&gt;A quick shower later, hes all ready to leave to church … the red cloak and santa beard safely stacked up in his huge backpack… “It’s the season to be jolly”… yea.. it was his first time as Santa and he was really excited about the entire experience … He didn’t want to miss a moment of the fun… So hurriedly he got all dressed up and set off…&lt;br /&gt;The kine needed a wash real bad… however the dirty kine wasn’t gonna stop him.. he was the santa… the heart throb of the lil kids and they were waiting for him at church… lol!!! He couldn’t keep them waiting for long could he???&lt;br /&gt;Within a few minutes he was on the main road galloping away…&lt;br /&gt;A few meters away…he could see a big man … he was waving out his finger… or whatever… he obviously wanted a lift… The main bus stand was still some distance away.. and it was a very very hot afternoon.. Under normal circumstances even the sight of a man all tired n sweating wouldn’t have moved him enough to give him a lift… but it was the Christmas season… and more importantly he was the santa for the day… He couldn’t but stop his kine..&lt;br /&gt;A big grin … a hop , skip n jump… the two were riding away…&lt;br /&gt;“Whats your name??”&lt;br /&gt;“Jack… as in Jackass”&lt;br /&gt;There was some silence… then another question…&lt;br /&gt;“can you drop me off at the main bus stand”…&lt;br /&gt;“Of course… no problemo..”&lt;br /&gt;The road ahead was pretty good … there were no potholes… no speed breakers… Jack was getting late for the party… he stepped up the speed… “The man is big… really big… he wondered as he struggled to maneuver the bike…&lt;br /&gt;They reached a curve where Jack couldn’t really see anything ahead of him… He heard a loud sound… he was wondering what it could be… IT WAS A BIKE HEADING STRAIGHT AT HIM … That dormant brain of his couldn’t come up with anything else but a picture of superman jumping off a skyscraper.. this thanks to a movie he had seen earlier.. A moment of insanity later… Jack was on the footpath…he had jumped off the bike straight for the footpath.. some magnetic effect … he landed face first on the footpath… back on the road was an entangled mass of vehicles ….and men struggling to get out of the mess…&lt;br /&gt;Before he could comprehend what had really happened he noticed a white rod popping out of his knee n sayin “hello… thanx for screwin up”… A moment of shooting pain n he passed out…&lt;br /&gt;Jack regained consciousness in a hospital… The red cloak was the first thing he noticed…&lt;br /&gt;A huge woman dressed in white said “ Santas gonna need an operation..Merry Christmas anyways”&lt;br /&gt;“Merry Christmas”, He said n returned to his sleep….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: any resemblance to anyone living or dead… (luckily living actually) is purely intended…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-110628781295932339?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/110628781295932339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=110628781295932339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/110628781295932339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/110628781295932339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/01/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-110605439376649121</id><published>2005-01-18T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:23:22.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arbit'/><title type='text'>totally arbit!!!!</title><content type='html'>One of the things that has always managed to keep my mind occupied is the quest to figure out something that isnt already figured... At last i did it... I came up with something that (i seriously hope )hasnt already been thought about .... BEER FLAVOURED MILK... strange as it may seem.. think about it ... would it not be a huge success... hmmm.... (tryin to look intellectual n all)&lt;br /&gt;Ok look at it this way.. its healthy.. (milk is healthy .. anyone who thinks otherwise??? (looking menacingly)) its got the flavour of beer... now that IS nice...&lt;br /&gt;Mommas boys can also go to the pubs boldly n order for beer milk... YES THEY CAN!!! n momma will appreciate her sonny for going to a pub.. ever heard of that??&lt;br /&gt;The "bad" boys also have reason to smile ... if they do prefer beer to beer flavoured milk... n go back home ... tehy can always say that they were smelling of milk... lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;It will be cheap... wont leave lasting effects.. n will serve the purpose...&lt;br /&gt;NOW THAT IVE GIVEN U GUYS THE IDEA... WHY DONT U PRESS UR ASS TO SOME WORK AND COME UP WITH A MIND BLOWING FORMULA...&lt;br /&gt;did some one say the end is near??? No im not drunk!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/ARBIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/320/ARBIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arbit... totally... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-110605439376649121?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/110605439376649121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=110605439376649121' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/110605439376649121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/110605439376649121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/01/totally-arbit.html' title='totally arbit!!!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-110578022289304688</id><published>2005-01-15T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T13:37:30.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engg days'/><title type='text'>man !! did college life rock!!</title><content type='html'>Well, lookin back now... it seems like only a couple of months back when I joined that amazing place called KREC ...and now after having passed out of there ... it seems like im missing some of the most fascinating days of my life...&lt;br /&gt;        I can still remember the day when i geekily marched into the huge campus ,adjusted my glasses and wondered how i would spend 4 years in that place... its seemed like eternity then... it seemed longer when i had my first look at my "room to be"... one semi rusted metal cot ... one table with a missing drawer ... one cupboard with absolutely no shelves inside... it dint make too much of a pretty sight :)The look on my face could easily be translated to "What the ..." ..."How in the world am i supposed to survive here????" I had a good mind to run away .. back home typez... A look at my roomies .. n i was wondering "hmmm... this is gonna be interesting "The days of "torture" had just begun ... i was convicted for being a geek and sentenced to what i thought was death by rigorous punishment...&lt;br /&gt;        The year that followed was absolutely awesaaaaaam considering that i did some things i had never done before n that includes going without a bath for 5days at a stretch in order to avoid the cold water bath... phew!!! there was absolutely no winter... only hot summer n hotter summer.. n in the hottest part of the year it would be a sight tryin to figure which T shirt was still wearable without driving the neighbours olfactory system nuts... The best part was wondering at 6:30 whether to eat or not at the mess... lookin at it now , if nothing else the mess developed some immunity ... i can now eat absolutely anything...&lt;br /&gt;         The visits to the beach increased n so did the number of club meetings... the fund collection trips to Mangalore... eating out... getting back late... my life was slowly changing... n i could feel it... I was hardly spending any time in my room...Then came that fateful day when i did badly in certain lab exam and decided to get drunk... that was my introduction to the higher world :) How i managed to return to my room in one piece is something i still cant figure out... well i then grabbed my guitar and screamed "sweet child of mine" much to my room mates dismay .. the whole hostel knew that there was another newbie to the world of alcohol!!!!!With more bad exams and more drinking ...&lt;br /&gt;          I figured that something had to be done about the hangovers.. i figured that orange juice was all i needed... so it was an amazing set up... accolol at night n orange juice n the morning... twas total fun!!!Then came the placements and all the tension that comes along with it... now tension is bad n somethng had to be done about it... one instant solution was the "sutta" ... besides it wasnt half as expensive as alcohol... so it was "welcome holy smoke"... well it it seemed like God himself came down n made chai for all the tension ridden guys in the form of Krishna... man did his chai rock the place... one half chai n kings... 6 rupees main din ban jaata...:) ...&lt;br /&gt;          Placements were over .. but my trips to Krishnas didnt stop... Who can stay away from God yaar...The final year was like heaven... n every single day i remember wondering how il ever get used to not stayin in a hostel after i left the place... occassional attending classes... loadsa getting drunk... tonnes of trippy music... trips... fests... hmmm..... that was final year...Trips to goa.. sleeping on the beach stoned... staring at couples makin out ... hopin that some day my time will come... lol!!! that was some existance...&lt;br /&gt;          The last few days in college are still fresh in my mind.. i could only hear "FRIENDS FOREVER" playin in every room... i was drinkin more alcohol han water.. the final exams were only a formaility... i dont think anyone ever studied... I learnt how to write exams with absolutely no preparation... n yet score lol!!!!&lt;br /&gt;          Well exams got over n it was a huge &lt;strong&gt;GAME OVER&lt;/strong&gt; for me....The trip back home was the longest ever ... i felt like my wings were clipped ... now this was punishment... &lt;strong&gt;WHY??????????????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;           &lt;/strong&gt;Neways ... lookin at it now...I cannot see any similarity between the geek who walked into college n the nut who walked out... twas 4 years of total masti... total fun.... il never hav so much fun again... &lt;strong&gt;DAMN!!! DID COLLEGE LIFE ROCK !!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-110578022289304688?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/110578022289304688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=110578022289304688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/110578022289304688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/110578022289304688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2005/01/man-did-college-life-rock.html' title='man !! did college life rock!!'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193712.post-110578427320590207</id><published>2004-03-15T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T13:34:59.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engg days'/><title type='text'>pre - exam blues...</title><content type='html'>I was rudely shoved out of my cosy bed driven by the fear of not getting to attend my third sessionals. Like most say its ones last chance to add an icing to the cake.Phew..my cake wasnt even baked....far from an icing, the dough wasnt even kneaded. It sure was my last chance to score anything at all...  Realising that my scores would head home n be party to my dads resolve against me...I quickly drove the slightest ghost of sleep from my room.It took a lot of parrying though cos this sleep is such a persistant bitch...gotta learn never to give up from her...well if nothin at all, just sleep...&lt;br /&gt;             If the wake up call was bad...wait till you hear the whole story... luck was in one of those bullying moods..She sent an aide in  my roomie to lose my toothpaste...and by heavens my bathroom slippers...who in the world would want a pasted n "garnished" pair of slippers which were in such a delicate state anyway...the thought was makin me laugh ...but no i had to curb my smile there cos today was going to be auspicious...i was gonna score something...something at any cost...if determination could get me places i wouldve travelled the world over in those hopeless couple of quarter hours...&lt;br /&gt;              Lookin around for the slippers seemed too ridiculous then. So i decided to get to the bath in my floaters...aint it worth it if i scored a double ????  As the morning formalities drew to a close...i decided to pay a tribute to my all time favourite..john denver..sure i thought i was flyin away on a jet plane...to the land of intellectuals and the far sighted...before I  could realise ...my hand held the dreaded text and my eyes paced through the pages...I was wondering if the subject was mine at all...or was it in english...im not a fab linguist so i wouldnt have understood anything had it been in anything but a plain mans english.I studied what i could but nothing seemed to penetrate the skull. Suddenly i was wondering "Am i just another bloke or am i headed somewhere." ..it seemed too far a story to imagine...so i just shut it up there n got ready to leave for the battle field...I was feelin like a soldier who was heading for war to defend his past against the future....   an hour into the test and nothing has changed...i still havent scored a mark.but what the hell...this time i tried!! I no longer felt like a soldier...its more like a lamb at a  slaughter house...thinkin about it I guess things will remain .... but who cares... guess we gotta live nyways...with score or not... at the moment Lennon screams "im a dreamer". Hes sure got company...maybe someday...my score sheet will see a new number...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193712-110578427320590207?l=mughead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/feeds/110578427320590207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193712&amp;postID=110578427320590207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/110578427320590207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193712/posts/default/110578427320590207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mughead.blogspot.com/2004/03/pre-exam-blues.html' title='pre - exam blues...'/><author><name>sanity_sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191080626741556241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/2973/640/IMGP0898a1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
