<?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-29638958</id><updated>2011-11-28T06:25:37.419+05:30</updated><category term='honk...honk..'/><category term='My unusually usually laments'/><category term='TAlly wally whatever crap this is'/><category term='ME'/><category term='Saraswati Pooja'/><category term='who ever invented this crap called communicative english'/><category term='internaallllss'/><category term='My unusually usuall laments'/><category term='flippoty dippotty flop..'/><title type='text'>I've Gotta Start SOMEwhere!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-4434367609137019772</id><published>2009-08-22T21:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:32:17.142+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE BIRTH AND DEATH OF A SISTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lonely nearly all my life,&lt;br /&gt;until i met her.&lt;br /&gt;When I did my life became colourful,&lt;br /&gt;or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life changed for the better,&lt;br /&gt;I felt she was the sister I never had.&lt;br /&gt;I became happier, lighter, jovial,&lt;br /&gt;I also became adamant, angry and stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had me dancing,&lt;br /&gt;dancing to her tunes.&lt;br /&gt;My life revolved around her,&lt;br /&gt;so did hers, or so i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew everything about me,&lt;br /&gt;so did I or so i thought.&lt;br /&gt;The bond decreased slowly,&lt;br /&gt;and there was nothing we could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried, so did she,&lt;br /&gt;atleast not wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;She had her friends, not that i did not,&lt;br /&gt;I did not let them in like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was painful for me,&lt;br /&gt;She is still a rockstar in her world.&lt;br /&gt;I tried moving on,&lt;br /&gt;but its hardly a surprise, I failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one day  she left,&lt;br /&gt;with just a good bye.&lt;br /&gt;It did not hurt then,&lt;br /&gt;and this is the death of my sister&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-4434367609137019772?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-6471091533082691203</id><published>2008-03-31T18:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:19:13.611+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I fell in love with him before i learnt my own name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I loved his smile before i even knew how my own was &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I fell in love with the way he spoke before i learnt to speak &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I fell in love with the way he walked and soon i was walking like him &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not a day passes when i dont think of him &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today he maybe very far from me but yet he is close to me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is my true support, the one that i look upto in the times of trouble knowing he would always be there with a smile an open hand and firm shoulders &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gosh he was the first person whom i learnt to love, to hate, to fight with, and to kick some ass with &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is my brother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Undoubtedly the best any could ever ask for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-6471091533082691203?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6471091533082691203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=6471091533082691203&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/6471091533082691203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/6471091533082691203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-fell-in-love-with-him-before-i-learnt.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-494462981143683037</id><published>2008-01-02T18:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:43:25.782+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anger or Pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not shed a single tear for you,&lt;br /&gt;But, it will rip my heart out I fear.&lt;br /&gt;I call out to you in pain,&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing that I am fighting a lost battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to end this,And be done with it.&lt;br /&gt;But, I just can’t bend myself to do it.&lt;br /&gt;All I feel is anger for letting you do this to me&lt;br /&gt;But ,failure is what I think I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to bellow in this pain,&lt;br /&gt;All that I am able to do is become mellow.&lt;br /&gt;What is the right thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;All I can feel is fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried making a difference,&lt;br /&gt;And you made me feel that I was a nuisance.&lt;br /&gt;Oh,it hurts that you don’t care,&lt;br /&gt;When all I do is bare my love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I failed in what I wanted to do?&lt;br /&gt;Or, have you bailed on me?&lt;br /&gt;What is the path that I should tread on?&lt;br /&gt;So that I would never have to feel the pain again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-494462981143683037?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/494462981143683037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=494462981143683037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/494462981143683037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/494462981143683037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-will-not-shed-single-tear-for-you-but.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-7279358293147467892</id><published>2007-08-07T19:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-07T19:49:19.312+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;A Page In My Diary....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear You,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its been so long since i spoke to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its true that we message each other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, its just not the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What happened to those times when we were in school, when we vowed that no living thing would ever come between us? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why are we so spaced out on each other's lives? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You no longer tell me those small things which seemed important all these years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My attempts to make you talk makes no impact.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is it that suddenly everyone and everything else in your life takes more priority than i do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is it that even after so long you dont tell me what exactly you feel about me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I know all these are just speaking from my point of view, But I am trying to make my point when all that you do is maintain silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now, we've gone so far that the bond we shared is broken...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Damaged beyond repairs and yet we continue to live like nothings wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..or maybe it was just me waiting for you to call, drop in to my place or spend time with me, but i guess that was just a part of yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, From tomorrow we walk our seperate ways remembering what we once shared and maybe sometimes cherishing them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darsa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* The "you" is written with someone in mind..and not just a random "you"*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-7279358293147467892?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7279358293147467892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=7279358293147467892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/7279358293147467892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/7279358293147467892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2007/08/page-in-my-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-3167343436048726095</id><published>2007-06-13T10:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:20:49.138+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHzT4LP1HFk/Rm93nRpPBsI/AAAAAAAAACI/jfzgClE7iuY/s1600-h/2CF18E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075406821704795842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHzT4LP1HFk/Rm93nRpPBsI/AAAAAAAAACI/jfzgClE7iuY/s320/2CF18E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeow!! One year over! one year of rantings,grumblings,happiness,birthdays,treats and everything..only difference is there is more to come :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-3167343436048726095?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3167343436048726095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=3167343436048726095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/3167343436048726095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/3167343436048726095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2007/06/yeow-one-year-over-one-year-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cHzT4LP1HFk/Rm93nRpPBsI/AAAAAAAAACI/jfzgClE7iuY/s72-c/2CF18E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-2426005641598518731</id><published>2007-05-14T12:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-14T12:04:27.647+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Wonder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday seems so far,&lt;br /&gt;A day filled with innocence and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;All the happiness in the world at par,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where it all went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has taken a different course,&lt;br /&gt;Feelings have changed.&lt;br /&gt;Changes are being forced on me,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I would ever keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I asleep during all this?&lt;br /&gt;How, did it happen so fast?&lt;br /&gt;Do I also take a leap?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I should wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked the path as the same person,&lt;br /&gt;People have evolved.&lt;br /&gt;To be stalked by passion, fame, ambition&lt;br /&gt;For this, I wonder how they dissolve true relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the few of the many things I wonder about&lt;br /&gt;They scare me; if I would ever do well, I ponder&lt;br /&gt;I believe in values, relationship and friendship&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I would ever change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-2426005641598518731?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2426005641598518731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=2426005641598518731&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/2426005641598518731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/2426005641598518731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wonder-yesterday-seems-so-far-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-741670882378906625</id><published>2007-05-12T08:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-12T08:26:10.938+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You and me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life was plain and simple,&lt;br /&gt;When you came along&lt;br /&gt;You found my dimple&lt;br /&gt;And made me sing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made my heart skip a beat,&lt;br /&gt;With your energy&lt;br /&gt;You made me tap my feet,&lt;br /&gt;With no music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, You were mine,&lt;br /&gt;To love, to hold and to cherish&lt;br /&gt;You made me dizzy even without wine,&lt;br /&gt;And all those memories still remain fresh.&lt;br /&gt;                                                             &lt;br /&gt;Life with you is plenty of dreams coming true&lt;br /&gt;It shines and gleams with all the happiness we possess&lt;br /&gt;When we fight it fades faster than what its worth&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to suppress the tears that trickle down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When times get hard,&lt;br /&gt;When our fights become larger than us&lt;br /&gt;Happy times seem like a beautiful card&lt;br /&gt;We just have to remember the love between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a life before you,&lt;br /&gt;But, I doubt whether there would be one after you&lt;br /&gt;I’ve taken you as you are,&lt;br /&gt;All your imperfections make you the perfect one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-741670882378906625?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/741670882378906625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=741670882378906625&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/741670882378906625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/741670882378906625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-5165546519382981837</id><published>2007-05-05T12:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-05T13:03:57.113+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;..It's all in the mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand by the waves,&lt;br /&gt;i let my eyes gaze.&lt;br /&gt;My mind has come to a sense of peace,&lt;br /&gt;when i wish everything would freeze.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes swept the vast expanse of the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;it felt similar to my minds equation.&lt;br /&gt;The ocean was calm, yet disoriented,&lt;br /&gt;a slow sttorm begining to brew in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are askew.&lt;br /&gt;I try to get a grip,&lt;br /&gt;but i feel it all slip.&lt;br /&gt;I let it go for once,&lt;br /&gt;with an ounce of pain,&lt;br /&gt;without a bounce of regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-5165546519382981837?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5165546519382981837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=5165546519382981837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/5165546519382981837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/5165546519382981837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-4805870627072826663</id><published>2007-05-03T13:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-03T13:50:19.569+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAPPINESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when one door of happiness closes, the other opens;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but often we look so long at the closed door, that we do not notice the one which has been opened for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times in the path of your life, when the road forks into two ways or sometimes more than two ways. Happiness is not something you always gte by doing what you want because rarely do you get to do what you want, and i have by now realised that sometimes to be happy you need to make people around you happy, even if you dont like what you are doing, you misght even hate it,it would be by far your worst nightmare but then it is sometimes great to see the smile on the faces of the people you love.Maybe they would do something you would totally detest them to, but then their happiness,the smile on their face, the twinkling of their eyes, their excitemement is something unmatchable to any happiness that you can get by doing what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you jus have to be patient,believe in something beyond you.Lets say for a fact that how much ever you fight with your sibbling its the underlying fact that your sibling would always love you, no matter how big a fight you guys have, no matter how many friends he/she has in his life, no matter where he/she goes, no matter what he/she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, there is no reason to explain this or the logic behind any other relationship "mother-daughter, father-son, mother-son, father daughter, friend-friend etc" there are just about too many relationships in this world to be enumerated but then all of them follow the same principle of trust and givin enough space to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trust factor exists so does the space facto, but there are times when there are intrusions by other people, and at that the most sensible thing is to do is to keep yourself calm and think.Think beacuse, it most definitly gives clarity.As long as every one is happy be it the reason for happiness is someone else, why should you bother? all that you need is happiness and you have it, so sieze the moment with all that you have and enjoy it to the fullest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-4805870627072826663?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4805870627072826663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=4805870627072826663&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/4805870627072826663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/4805870627072826663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2007/05/happiness-when-one-door-of-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-5166030723251665308</id><published>2007-05-01T18:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:22:01.166+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;There are times when i watch the beatiful sunset on my way back from college (or)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;when i see a cute kid (or)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;when i see something really funny (or)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;when i see something beautiful (or)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;when i have moments in my life which is very special..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wished there was something to capture these moments,not always do you have a camera with you or not always are you in time to capture that special moment, and that is how important memories are.I know i have been raving a lot on memories or every second person is.Well, why I am writing all this suddenly is because of the amazing Pondicheri or Puducheri trip i had yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do i write? where do i start writing about it? Every moment was special, every moment was unique and amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was kickstarted with my dad returning from his never ending business trips with plenty of clothes just for his seet daughter! ( yea..! you guess it right! ME!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got dressed and was picked up by the "gang", so much laughter,so many jokes still brings a wide smile on my face, Highlighting one special moment was when we stopped for breakfast,licking our plates clean we were washing the plates to a squeaky clean condition when an idea struck my friend, she invited me for a game of "who spits the farthest" and she went first,Then my turn did come and when it came i did spit but at that exact moment the wind chose to blow and so it did and all my spit came flyin back onto my friends face and her reaction was just unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the usual fun continued we headed for the temple, went about buyin Dvd's and then quest for more Dvd's took us to another shop, where we found the pirated version of a movie which my friend has sung for, so we asked the shopkeeper to play it for us, and trust me the shopkeeper's reaction was worth taking a picture of.He was all smiles he kept asking her "madam,neenga singer ah?" ("madam,are you a singer?") and he enquired more and we walked out a happy and a satisfied group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we headed towards auroville where we took pictures from all angles and all sides with different reaction and i just wish there was someone to take pictures of us taking pictures because i truly feel all the moments were very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got back to pondy, went to the beach,climbed the rocks and sat there for a couple of minutes taking pictures.The place is so beautiful, the beach to view from the rocks is definitly a very very special moment and it is so definitly a very special place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then like they say all good things have got to come to an end sometime, my lovely pondy trip did come to an end but it will always stay in my heart. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;One of my MOST MEMORABLE TRIPS EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-5166030723251665308?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5166030723251665308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=5166030723251665308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/5166030723251665308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/5166030723251665308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2007/05/there-are-times-when-i-watch-beatiful.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-3347265163893633548</id><published>2007-04-28T12:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-28T14:24:47.229+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are times in your life no, my life when i write something on a piece of paper thinking that I am actually writing something which makes sense, only to latet realise that whatever i have written actually makes no sense and what Ive written makes no sense whatsoever. So proving this point is the poem i wrote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I sit here and wonder&lt;br /&gt;was there a thunder&lt;br /&gt;Did the bulb glow?&lt;br /&gt;Did the bells chime?&lt;br /&gt;Was there a smile?&lt;br /&gt;Which extended to a mile?&lt;br /&gt;Is the pain that hits sometimes&lt;br /&gt;is worth any gain?&lt;br /&gt;Will I be the same?&lt;br /&gt;or will I change?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That only time would tell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until then i shall wait patiently "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-3347265163893633548?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3347265163893633548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=3347265163893633548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/3347265163893633548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/3347265163893633548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2007/04/there-are-times-in-your-life-no-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-3272376297589942519</id><published>2007-04-06T15:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-17T07:46:13.487+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The breeze ruffled my hair; and that's whn i chose to turn my head and I see him walk towards me, his walk so distinct and unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At every step he took, i felt unimaginable turns, I melt when i catch him smiling at me; I guess this is what they call bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of his perfume still surrounds me long after he's left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel his breath on me and i miss him being arround me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss his tight hugs that suffocate me, which would usually result in his naughty laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the sound of his laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the stolen kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss holding hands with him when we thought no one was looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the moonlight walks we had walking through every dark and lonely street we could find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the crazy kick fights we had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole i Miss You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, like always i would wait for you to come back and give me fresh and sweeter memories like you always do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-3272376297589942519?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3272376297589942519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=3272376297589942519&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/3272376297589942519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/3272376297589942519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2007/04/breeze-ruffled-my-hair-and-thats-whn-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-7348649316568081797</id><published>2007-03-30T23:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-31T00:38:31.459+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a year..! A WHOLE YEAR since i joined college...I am already done with my first year..!!&lt;br /&gt;I know..Its going to be like Darsa Gopalakrishnan II Bcs! lol!! hehe...I am gonna miss saying I Bcs..! but yea thats the crazy me! so dont bother rolling your eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whats the change with me in this one year? I mean one year is pretty long right ? Right from the time i closed my answer paper for my boards to the person who folded her answer sheet today? Has anything changed?..well its mostly has.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I know the difference..so there would be plenty of other people telling the same..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost the plain G.Darsa is now Darsa Gopalakrishnan..! dont ask me why but i like the surname concept..so its always Darsa Gopalakrishnan..I love the way it sounds..totally cool..! Hint: crazy me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then well..I know for a fact i have gained a lot of maturity in the past year..no for once iam not assuming, I am stating it, because I am convinced of that fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..things learnt in the past year : I most definitly attract attention, Its either people whom i dont know and have heard plenty about find me or I find people like that result: the amount of contacts at the end of the year has gonne beyond 300 No i am not happy about it because more amount of networking more and more spending time with these people to maintain relationships..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number two : Met some brilliant people in the past year, some of them have stayed, some of them still stay and i hope would continue to do so for the rest of my life, and most i hope would leave my life but I am not inviting trouble so, some of the peoples names on the top of my head who belong to any one of the three categories in NO particular order are as follows Ishi,Sneha,Icy,Ash,Arun,Raghav,Sujith,Raghu,Vikas,Sudarshan[the whole squared] I guess this is just naming some of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Three: I finally learnt.! yes..I made this huge mistake A very huge mistake and not for the first time was in the brink of losing people or rather my best friends and that time it really hit me hard because my friend didnt stop talkin to me he suffered for me and because of me and seeing him like that man it rocked my world so hard that it left me shaken and shook for SEVERAL months and like he truly said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust takes a long time to be built;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;                    but to break it just a single night is more than enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally never got why people change when they fall in love, change the people they talk to,their friends, their behavior,their attitude,lost track of studyin etc..! Now i totally get it..because they are ABSOLUTE crazy, why would anyone want to sacrifice all this and much more for a guy who just entered? why cant he just be a part of your life and move along with everything? I know that you cant remain the same,there has to be a little bit of change,Change only if u feel that you would be able to without trying real hard, It has to be a change for the good,A change which happens naturally without you having to remind yourself about the changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few years back lets say, maybe five maybe eight years back people fell on love with someone they liked with looks or attitude or behavior or that special something, So how do people fall in love these days? Let me tell you, First and foremost should not be of the same &lt;em&gt;Gothram,Caste,creed,race etc.!&lt;/em&gt; I mean what happened to those times when people looked beyond? I mean i see people seeing all this and they start going out with each other but i dont see them lasting for more than six months? No am not saying that people who dont look at all this last all i am saying is even though you look at all this the outcome is the same YOU DONT LAST, so i dont get the point of you looking at everythin except the fact that you like each other or are attracted to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off with this misapprehension that iam going to suffer for three years..A course which i care a damn about, a life not worth leading, So there i was in the path of auto pilot, when my rescue team saved me..I learnt that whatever i do no matter if i like it or not i should give it my best because what do i know maybe i end up being good at it.! well so far i havent found any clues that would suggest that i would do well in this course or stream or whatever it is, But iam happy because iam trying hard,Trying real hard to like it,Trying real hard to give it my best and be my best.Well,Ive succeeded in doing my best, But I havent quite gotten to the place where ive reached to giving my best...will get there soon enough i hope!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this HUGE STAGE FRIGHT which i never really got to work at in school, but in the past year I have grown from the stammering girl in the mike to can manage herself pretty well with the mike kind of a girl! and what did it take for me to get here? simple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laugh at yourself during the time of embarassments; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                       then the whole world smiles else they laugh at you..!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of failed attempts at presentations to giving good ones at the end,Inter collegiate competitions, mess up the vote of thanks and earn a "If only looks could kill" stare from your faculty is all thats going to make you bring out your best at the end of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most important i am close to figuring out the person iam! I ve come a long way from the confused obnoxious over confident girl to being the person who Iam right now. There are a lot fo things ive learnt and iam still learnin, about friendship,about love,about respect,about patience,about tolerence and so on and so forth..this year has been one hell of a year for me..putting it simply in two words would be "ROLLERCOASTER RIDE" and yes i mostly definitly am looking forward to more such rides in the future!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-7348649316568081797?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7348649316568081797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=7348649316568081797&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/7348649316568081797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/7348649316568081797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-been-year.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-370809607412841049</id><published>2007-03-03T23:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-03T23:17:20.338+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My fingers tremble as i try to write for the first time,I start with the alphabets a steady hand of my grandmothers firmly over mine teaching me and helping me write,Teaching me what i write now with patience like none other....I am lying on her lap..listening to fascinating stories of Gods and their bravery...&lt;br /&gt;          I am bubbling with excitement...My uncles coming into town..he usually has chocolates for me from wherever he comes..i run with all the speed my legs can carry me and there he stands beaming at me..i rush to his side and get a nice big hug from him...A few years later i sit on his hotel room bed with a huge chocolate milk shake in my hands and iam oh so delighted with it...&lt;br /&gt;    ...We are moving into our own Brand new apartment..mum and dad are busy packing..i step into my new house iam so excited..i jus cant stop smiling as we settle in&lt;br /&gt;        I am about to get my appendix removed..my dad is smiling as i cry saying everything is going to be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;        I Join my school for the first time..iam scared...i walk to my class room..to begin a new life...&lt;br /&gt;       My mum is going to be operated and i suddenly feel all scared,alone and lost.&lt;br /&gt;       My brothers kiss on my cheek for my birthday&lt;br /&gt;       The first time i flunked an exam&lt;br /&gt;       My first crush&lt;br /&gt;        First friendship betrayal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i writing it all down suddenly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..simple..some of the most important and happiest times of my life...and i am really scared i would forget them..even if i know that memories are the biggest part of everyones life..and memories are etched in the minds and hearts forever..I truly believe memories good or bad is what makes a person. Memories form an important aspect in everyones life be it to make a new life, to make new friends, to keep existing relationships still fresh as ever..Its all memories.A lot of people call it experience..but i personally feel they are not just experiences because you you learn from them you remember them and hence it is etched in your mind forever and will always remain to do so..and that is the magic of memories you will never forget them even if you really want to..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-370809607412841049?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/370809607412841049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=370809607412841049&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/370809607412841049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/370809607412841049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-fingers-tremble-as-i-try-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-7957078697598422577</id><published>2007-02-13T09:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-13T09:41:09.542+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well..You know as everyone is gearing up for "Valentines day".. I was thinking on the lines that why only couple celebrate V-day..? I mean what is valentine..love?so why dont you jus walk over and wish your Mum,Dad,Bro,sis,Friend a HAPPY VALENTINES DAY.. I mean people go on and on about loving these people...so why not get them a gift rather than getting ur gf/bf a gift..So well i thought i would do something different..everyday or rather whenever i find time I would post thank you stuff,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well so yes i know i should start off with parents and family from whatever i have said on the above but no not now...I will do them in the end..because well no particular reason...just dont feel like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways...Starting off...I start with my one of my closest friends Varun!!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHzT4LP1HFk/RdE94ebkuLI/AAAAAAAAABI/9It1zQs4fow/s1600-h/Picture+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030870299200239794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cHzT4LP1HFk/RdE94ebkuLI/AAAAAAAAABI/9It1zQs4fow/s320/Picture+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm...well as cliche goes..we met at school..and no we dint become friends on the spot...nor did he help me in some crisis which showed us walking through corridors talkin and understanding..lol that dint happen either...so how did we startt of..??we went to the same math tuition...man wasnt it loads of fun..well..then he left to banglore and no contacts..and then outta the blue a call for my birthday..and from there casual talks..then talks about school days...and before we know it..we are talking everyday updating each other..and well..he is one guy who can make me feel good when i am really really low in a jiffy..who can talk some sense into me..well not that i need to listen but yea..he does talk sense into me..and what more..knows everything about me..and yes one good thing even if i forget to call him..he has no issues in picking up the phone and giving me a call and talking to me.Well..People usually have this shitty feeling that when you are really really close to a guy its got to be because well you like him more than just as friends...well everyone is wrong becasue he is one of my best friends..and i love him like a friend...So a very very HAPPY VALENTINES DAY to him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-7957078697598422577?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7957078697598422577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=7957078697598422577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/7957078697598422577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I stood alone happy and contended&lt;br /&gt;   I met you and it all became a mess&lt;br /&gt;       But i fell in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pain me deeply&lt;br /&gt;   but i cant imagine being without you&lt;br /&gt;       because i am in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i deserve more&lt;br /&gt;   but you in some strange way complete me&lt;br /&gt;       and that is why i will love you forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-6534282914356913407?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6534282914356913407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=6534282914356913407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/6534282914356913407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/6534282914356913407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2007/02/well.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-7635185538122566594</id><published>2007-01-21T12:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-21T12:35:31.413+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is with FAT WOMEN and people..??&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHzT4LP1HFk/RbMOQglLz8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/WR4QX1DGO3A/s1600-h/rdin686l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHzT4LP1HFk/RbMOQglLz8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/WR4QX1DGO3A/s320/rdin686l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022373686234828738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I mean i really dont get it..Guys want their women to be thin..designers design clothes for those with hour glass figures...i mean what women arent what allowed to be a little on the plump side..??Is that like a HUGE crime..??I mean come on not that iam hungry for a guy or something the general trend for guys is to so obviously like a girl who is thin..I mean in what way is a heavier woman less than the woman with the "curves" as people call it..?I mean i find people go on and on about inner beauty,not being superficial and stuff..and at a glance if they were to like some one they would so obviously pick the lighter one..?Argghh this is soo frigging irritating..I mean forget the whole obesity part..the whole health part..Why are heavier women looked down upon..I really dont get the logic behind it..I mean it has become so insane these days..A family i know have kids on the heavier side..and the parents are actually sending these kids to dance classes so they would reduce weight which would well find them suitable grooms!!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHzT4LP1HFk/RbMQawlLz9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/OMf3jkjkB0A/s1600-h/1408658.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHzT4LP1HFk/RbMQawlLz9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/OMf3jkjkB0A/s320/1408658.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022376061351743442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean how much more dumb can people get..?Is there one person i dont mean a guy anyone just about anyone who would prefer a heavier female?I mean looks and body mass is all that matters these days..??Nothing beyond that??I mean how much more denser can people get these days??I mean what is the use of a further debate in this because you people are still going to prefer what you have been preferring all these days..sigh!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-7635185538122566594?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7635185538122566594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=7635185538122566594&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/7635185538122566594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/7635185538122566594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-is-with-fat-women-and-people.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cHzT4LP1HFk/RbMOQglLz8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/WR4QX1DGO3A/s72-c/rdin686l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-1486965644937254596</id><published>2007-01-14T10:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-15T00:02:28.633+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First and Foremost..I SAW GURU..!!!!and i loved it..and I am Gonna watch again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I just loved the movie right from scene one..Not only because it had  abhishek bachan loved it for its cinematography(if i got the spelling right!)the movie starts with a 10 second scene of the present day and the whole movie starts of to where GURUKANTH DESAI was a small boy persuading his dad for permission to let him go to turkey to sell petrol cans to how he comes back with the vision to start his own business and how he calculates every day of his life and would leave no stones unturned to achieve what he has dreamt of.!Mani ratnam has also given a subtle differentiation between Madhavan who is a Journalist an activist who brings gurubhais(as he is called in the movie)"shortcuts to money" in the light of the public.&lt;a                                                          href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHzT4LP1HFk/Ram0bQlLz7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQwE9rkyLLc/s1600-h/guru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHzT4LP1HFk/Ram0bQlLz7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/rQwE9rkyLLc/s320/guru.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019741640081526706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vidya Balan as the multiple sclerosis affected girl meenu is very effective and the scene where madhavan proposes to vidya balan saying that he was in love with her is a stark comparison to guru who married his wife for the dowry that accompanied her.Sujatha guru's wife played by Aishwarya Rai comes off as the charecter who stands by her husband no matter what as in the silent power or strength behind abhishek bachans charecter.Very well chosen team who have pulled off GURU..be it the actors and a very very special mention to the cinematographer RAJIV MENON..man what an awesome guy what amazing picturisation absolutely mind blowing the villages have been shot with so much simplicity and yet looks so rich in its own sense is just about so enticing..the Make up person for abhishek bachan is also just superb beacause to make a 30 somethn guy look a 20 yr old to a 40 yr old which is so convincing has to be mentioned.Music well there is nothing much to be written because of two reasong number one because it was by A.R.RAHMAN number two come on why do i have to write about the music that everyone already loves and knows so well..?and yea how can i forget the Belly dancing "Attempt"by mallika sherawat was actually pretty bad beacause all she can do is shake around her assets and nothing more and nothing less..In the end Guru is a typical MANI Ratnam Movie keep expecting more unexpected situations unexpected twists which is always presented in a very very sleek format starts in simplicity and ends with plenty of style.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-1486965644937254596?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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give in class as well i hadnt even bothered preparing&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;take photocopies of some book for my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 10:00 A.M. and all the above mentioned tasks were pending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:45 : Skipped 15 questions got another 5 more questions to answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:15 : whew! &lt;em&gt;finished them all Total Number of questions skipped :17&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        fuck it! am not going to do economics dont have the time and patience&lt;br /&gt;        ok..print outs&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;i leave home for all the print outs and the photcopy work i got&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00 : whew! all done..now jus gotta picky up my books and go to college cant believe iam so totally on time..am so proud of myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:03 : oh fuck..!oh fuck..!&lt;strong&gt;I DONE HAVE THE DAMN HOUSE KEYS!!..&lt;/strong&gt;am sooo screwed!!&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;em&gt;off too mums office&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:15 : hey mum..!can i have the keys..? &lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;em&gt; mum with dazed expression&lt;/em&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;           arent you supposed to be in college?&lt;br /&gt;          :D :D.. well u see i dint take the keys&lt;br /&gt;       fine get to college safely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:30 :finally at home..!books..bag..all taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:34 : Oh fuck..damn..!i forgot to take my assignment sheets..!!auto uncle pls turn back :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:40 :Back home and this time taken everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:44 :Auto uncle go fast..faster!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:10  : Finally in college!!! all submission on hand whew!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:45  :College over!! and i really cant belive those bitches dint ask for the submission today of all dayss..!!!ahh hate this place..hate the damn faculty!! :S :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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shoulders and feet firmly planted on the ground.,am not saying this is like a total new thing i am feeling its just that i have stopped to realize the value of a lot of things in my life some of them being ok..its gonna be really cliche but hell i mean it this time...well my parent.,my brother well i dont see eye to eye on them on a lot of things but at the end of the day it is evident that they want the best for me even though they are not really sure...but hell they do have the rights for it.My friends i know i know i have loads of them but there are only a very very few who totally believe in me.,they have total faith and confidence in me that whatever i do i WILL DO IT THE RIGHT WAY!&lt;br /&gt;then man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ok..serious talks aside..now..for the updates u guys have been missing out on...ok..i told you about ther personality devolopment thingy remember? well we had four sessions spread over four hours each..man did it start to get boring or what..then ye my FACULTY tricked me into joining a competition called "BUSINESS PROPOSAL"...to putting it shortly..it requires you to conceptualize a business..and give a projected balance sheet and a project profit an loss statement...we had to do it in 2 days and we did..and during the day of our presentation our JUDGEs were plain pathetic..sleepy sleepy throughout couldnt appreciate the efforts we put in..!man..they jus acted so indeifferently and acted as though they just wanted to get it over with...so frustrating anyways..that behind me..psst...welll hung out in spencers fer a day wid sindu and well saw veyil too wid a few college mates..decent flick..awesome songs...sigh then the start of my exams..god trust me i dint know a word of my text..and well lets see...i hope i am not so irresponsible for the rest of the semester!!! anyways...people..iam planning on a nice huge blog...cos its gonna be my 50!!!IMAGINE 50 god damn posts in a year...coooll na????..well..so..planning for a total out n out all truth blog..lets see if i have the patience to type em all out..!!!so see ya all soon!! and well &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHzT4LP1HFk/RYuv4eghvFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1vYC37neD5I/s1600-h/santa29.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cHzT4LP1HFk/RYuv4eghvFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1vYC37neD5I/s320/santa29.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011292395176836178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-3079014022898066987?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3079014022898066987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-4624984618829713324</id><published>2006-12-15T23:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-16T00:02:30.758+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellloo....yes..yes...yes...its absolutely true..very true..yes you've hear right..of course its not a rumour...yes..yes...IAM BACK..and IAM BACK for good..!!&lt;br /&gt;well..basically ive been doing good..you know with a little up's and down's in life..but hey thats everyone's life..so nothing bitchy about mine...anyways...one of the most important lessongs ive learnt in the past few months..and failed to recognize the fact that i have actually learnt the lesson is very very stupid of me..but iam learning to be a little responsible..i will get there dont u all worry..ok enough about me..so as i was saying..ok..here's the basic fact iam a very very non judgemental person..trust me i dont judge people..no matter what u do..i dont judge you unless i really really know u..but in that case i get to know u so..well..ya u get my point..anyways...the BIGGEST mistake that i have been doing for the past few months is very very simple..i HAVE been judging people from other peoples standards..as in i judge lets say fer example a guy by how my friend was treated by him..i mean its just one example..and who am i to judge him by what he was towards someone..I should judge him by what he is towards me..anywys..i was judging a lot of people..trust me a helluva lot of people and dat way never really got to kno what that person was..i was walking around with vengence [?]towards that person cos of what i heard bout dat person...i mean i should have asked dat person on the face...shouldnt i?..atleast given the person time to reason out..but after all this..one day i got thinkin why was i doing this..?why well simple..i was taking myself responsible for my friends loss or insult or situation..i mean my friends are mature rather much matur than me to take care of themselves...wat was i thinking behaving like i had to shepherd them into angelic paths..god!!well..so as i sat thinking all for the corrective sense..all this struck me..my friends lead their lives like i lead mine..they need me to walk beside them not for taking their hands and pushing them down the right lane..damn i jus learnt it..and it feels so much nice..knowing that everything aint burdened on me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-4624984618829713324?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4624984618829713324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=4624984618829713324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/4624984618829713324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/4624984618829713324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/12/hellloo.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-1222923890792907616</id><published>2006-12-08T08:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-08T09:00:50.192+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello...all..!!!well..ok...haven posted for a long time..and as u would hav read i am not really impressed with the way my blogs are turning out...so me taking a long sabbatical and hope to be back with a bank..!till then...&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-1222923890792907616?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1222923890792907616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=1222923890792907616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/1222923890792907616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/1222923890792907616'/><link rel='alternate' 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so...by people around me i mean my friends..who really really and truly care for me dont think so..they say i dont know what i am doing..well maybe in a way they are right...i dont know what i am doing..but i do know..that i believe in myself..i believe in the decision i have made..even though iam hurt because of the decision..i have never doubted myself for once that my decision should have been otherwise..so till i get the result of my decisions slapped across my face..iam going to be sticking to it with total conviction and faith that i wouldnt have gone wrong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-7542247274299582566?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7542247274299582566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flippoty dippotty flop..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well...hello there people...i know i know its been a long time since i filled this space...MY bad...definitly..aargghh..its jus that too many thing happening i guess..i mean one day i was fine and happy..the next day iam iam brilliant and happier...and then there was jhankaar...which was fun i guess...obly cos of the judges..i actually SAW naresh iyer..boy o boy was he cute...and he sings like i dunno...the bestest of best..in case u illiterates dunno who he is..he is the man behind AYE saala in RDB,and munbe vaa in SOk...dats jus nameing a few...sigh..what a voice man..u can jus flooaattt....then...a few other telivision personalities came in...good iam happy they kno how to conduct themselves in a womens college..!!then then...well...after jhankaar..nothing much has been happening...oh right iam undergoung this personality devolopment programme thing..sponsored by rotract..in 4 sessions where ive completed 1 session yet to go fer the second...man gud fun..but generally dunno lost my tongue in the end..and feeling little embarrased bout it..!!and ye me doing an essay on Moral Policing well..i know what to write how to go about it..but i jus cant seem to..as usual..i am too lazy...crap there is this "person"who told me i was a very lazy person i was so pissed with this "person" for actually calling me lazy..but yea i guess thats the fact and well "truth is bitter"..man but i really do wanna write it and all...but the fact is iam not able to sit down and complete the damn essay..!!!Argghhh.....!!!!!!and ye ive been so ashamed of my previous posts that i really dint feel like posting one again..well..what more can i say..life just drags on without an ounce of pity....!sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:words enclosed with " " does not have to mean anything special...but can jus be a mere promotional technique&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-5719605912977291061?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5719605912977291061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=5719605912977291061&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/5719605912977291061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/5719605912977291061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/11/well.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-5191624789164995284</id><published>2006-11-02T14:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-02T14:15:09.607+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehe..iam so bored...so hear goes a list of WHAT I AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Good Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/good-friend.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're always willing to listenOr lend a shoulder to cry onYou're there through thick and thinMany people consider you their "best friend"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Friend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Mermaid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/mermaid.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a total daydreamer, and people tend to think you're flakier than you actually are.While your head is often in the clouds, you'll always come back to earth to help someone in need.Beyond being a caring person, you are also very intelligent and rational.You understand the connections of the universe better than almost anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Mythological Creature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 56% Gross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howgrossareyouquiz/gross-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're more than a little gross, but probably no more gross than the average person.Maybe it's time to drop some of those disgusting habits that could eventually embarrass you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howgrossareyouquiz/"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Gross Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-5191624789164995284?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5191624789164995284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=5191624789164995284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/5191624789164995284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/5191624789164995284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/11/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-4428772787890981993</id><published>2006-11-02T12:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-02T12:47:47.576+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.What is your middle name?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Dont think i have a middle name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. What color underwear are you wearing now? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I dont Remember noticing it..:-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. What are you listening to right now?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Fools Garden:-Lemon Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. what are the last 2 digits in ur phone number? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;      &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;  20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;some date coated chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. If you were a crayon what color would you be? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; Black!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. How is the weather right now?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     &lt;/em&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sneha Shankar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;   Looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. Favorite type of Food?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;         &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. Do you drink?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;  hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. Do you smoke?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;          &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. Ever get so drunk you dont remember what you did? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;          &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;14. Hair color?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;          &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Black brown with a tinge of golden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;15. Eye Color: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;           &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;16. Do you wear contacts? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;          &lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;17. Single? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;           &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;18. Favorite Month? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;            &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;19. Favorite Fast Food?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;            &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Burger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;20. Last Movie you Watched? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;           &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;On tv last night-Garfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;21. Favorite Day of the Year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; July 7 of course..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;22. Are you too shy to ask someone out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;          &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;naw..!!but i dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;24. Hugs or Kisses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt; Hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;25. Chocolate or Vanilla? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;         &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;26. What books are you reading?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;           &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;rise and fall of the thrid reich,and a whole load of magazines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;27. Piercings?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;      &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;     yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;28. Fav. Movie?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Goal,shawshanks reduction,brokeback mountains...and the list continues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;29. Fav. baseball Team?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;30. Fav. American Idol?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;         &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;31. Any Pets?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;         &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;   yes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;32. AIM/MSN/Yahoo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;            &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;MSN,YAHOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;33. Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;           &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;  BUTTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;34. Dogs or cats? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;            &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;f course dogs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;35. Favorite Flower?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;           &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;not really in good relationship wid flowers..dont like any of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;36. What do you do when you wake up in the AM?. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;            &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;yawn..pet my doggy, brush my teeth,pick up the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;37. Do you still talk to your best friends from intermediate school? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;           &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ye..not all that regularly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;38. whats on your desk right now? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;           &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Mobile,coolers,bracelet,loose papers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;39. Rock Concert or symphony? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;           &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Rock concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;40. Play or Opera?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;          &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;41. Have you ever fired a gun? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;          &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;41. Do  you like to travel by plane?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;          &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ye..they are ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;42. Right-handed or Left-handed? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;             &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Right handed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;43. How many pillows do you sleep with?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;               &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;44. Are you missing someone? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;              &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;  yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;45.Whats on your mind at this moment!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;          &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I am hungry..how the hell do i walk to the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;46:Siblings..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;              &lt;/em&gt;  yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;47:Plans for the evening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;            &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sit on the chair and flip through channels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;48:Angry at someone at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;           &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;yes very!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;49:Current Mobile Balance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Rs.12.65&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;50.Still bored..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;     Yes.&lt;strong&gt;.:-(  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-4428772787890981993?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4428772787890981993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=4428772787890981993&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/4428772787890981993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/4428772787890981993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-8068115838635422126</id><published>2006-11-01T13:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-01T13:33:19.927+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so bored...gawd save me..i know i should be blogging more useful stuff...but here iam bored outta my mind listening to fools garden's lemon tree...which actually sounds nice....there is no one online..everyones doing something and no ones replying...while i walk around with a nearly broken ankle....i feel soo destroyed.....man i really need to find a bf..no a hobby is much cheaper and more entertaining..so lets see what are the things  i like doing with my self...&lt;br /&gt;      1: Go online and orkut..!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how will i  there is no one online!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      2:Chat on yahoo..!  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duh no ones online there too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3:&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Watch T.v!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the message on screen reads "signal scrambled"beeep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;    &lt;/em&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4:Go Bug my brother and my dog..!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;but i cant walk fast enough to do that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;      &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  5:Read a book..!  read every frigging book that i have..! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;and no mood fer that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 6:hmmm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;       7:............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;       8:Oh man at this very moment i dont feel good about myself...because i dont ever think i have done anything good with my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;      9:Not entirely i have a passtime a favourtie one and that is to blog...and i love it...because i can write total crap blabber in and out and still close the browser with the satisfaction that i have managed to bug someones life for the few minutes that they have spent reading this post and all the other posts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;     10:Though i would put down 10 things last thing plug in my ipod and go to sleep which is exactly what i am going to do now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                  .....So catchya people later...You take care of that leg of yours..&lt;strong&gt;;-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-8068115838635422126?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8068115838635422126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=8068115838635422126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/8068115838635422126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/8068115838635422126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-5544272505103356139</id><published>2006-10-31T22:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-31T23:00:04.401+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quick notice to every one..My last post i had written that i did not feel like going back to college...well now it turns out that i wont be for a week..on my way to college..i fell down from the staircase and well..hurt my ankle..the doc suspects a teeny weeny fracture..so he has prescribed no not the word..ORDERED me to stay in bed...You know its funny,now that i finally dont have to go to college...it doesnt feel all dat nice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-5544272505103356139?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5544272505103356139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=5544272505103356139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/5544272505103356139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/5544272505103356139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/10/quick-notice-to-every-one.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-5147898176791905019</id><published>2006-10-31T11:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-31T11:28:04.898+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I know i have grown up but for as long as i can remember i have always cried..,after my summer vacations to start school ive brawled fought and with great reluctance got my self to college...Even in my 12th i missed a week of school coz i was holidaying in london while my peers were studyin real hard..and i came back i did not feel like starting school with the "jet lag"and shit...i actually sat down and cried..!man...i can be a real kid sometimes..&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/1600/College%20Photo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/320/College%20Photo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and now today the start of my second semester i dont feel like going to college..,feel like crying but the disadvantages of growing up is tears dont run down easily for the fact that i dont like getting my sweet self to college... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-5147898176791905019?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5147898176791905019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=5147898176791905019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/5147898176791905019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/5147898176791905019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-know-i-know-i-have-grown-up-but-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-3809925847800040702</id><published>2006-10-28T18:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-28T18:30:28.257+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;As it rains,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I rack my brians,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so Bored&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing theWindies had scored&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look at my dog run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing I could have some fun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a test&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which i detest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A test on logical ability&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to see if iam pyschological?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why am i writing such a lousy poem?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thats cos iam so sleepy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL...ye this is my latest offering..iam so ashamed of myself for having the guts to post this crap on my blog..well ye what the hell i suffer...its only fair that you guys suffer too..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-3809925847800040702?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3809925847800040702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=3809925847800040702&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/3809925847800040702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/3809925847800040702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/10/as-it-rains-i-rack-my-brians-i-am-so.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-7336746819454933968</id><published>2006-10-28T14:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-28T14:56:35.099+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;                                               When the sky was blue,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                             I ever had  a clue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                               When the sky is dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                            I had a spark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                               Life without you is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                          like walking on a knife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                              Stay with me always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                         and dont leave me hanging sideways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man..this poem keeps me rolling on the floor...i was so jobless i penned this in 3 minutes and sent it as a tester to two of my friends..well one friend responded the way i wanted her to..yup she called me and laughed on my face....MAN i love irritating people with such corny poetry...I am so proud of my newly found talent..so all you people out there will see my blogs with more such corny poetry!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-7336746819454933968?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7336746819454933968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=7336746819454933968&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/7336746819454933968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/7336746819454933968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-sky-was-blue-i-ever-had-clue-when.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-518837197898929483</id><published>2006-10-27T17:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-27T17:49:20.987+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ORKUT...Love the site so much that my scraps have had a steady increse not at a rapid speed...but at a consistent speed....so much easier to keep in touch with my school circles as in my juniors,seniors my college acquaintences blah blah...but trust me there is one draw back..which is its biggest...!!I ve literally tried everything,The about me column  on my profile contains these Exact words:&lt;em&gt;Iam so bored answerin this!!and pls dun add me unless u kno me cos iam not gonna accept it if i dont kno u!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed my relationship status from single to committed to married to open relationship but every time i open my account there atleast a minimum of 10 friend requests..&lt;em&gt;I aint being bitchy here its just that i am not really fond of these unkonwn people..there are a few like people with good blogs,good writing that makes an exception&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following are the exact words people either scrap me or send me messages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hi how r u ? can i be ur friend?&lt;br /&gt; hi i am murali frm kerala. i like 2 add u as my frnd. can i add u as my frnd.plz reply&lt;br /&gt;                                        &lt;em&gt;This is a very common one liner...wait there are more!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i've the luck to be ur friend????&lt;em&gt;  No!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats up ....??? why is ur pic not yet screened in my friendslist? dnt u like me? but i like u ! ..&lt;em&gt;o brother!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai,how r u? wanna 2 b frd ...... &lt;em&gt;so what exactly dows FRD mean??frnd?fraid?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;ok...it doesnt stop here...there are more cheesy corny and more irritating requests!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think u will perfer me on ur frnd list than on ur recent visitors list wht say?..&lt;em&gt; not say!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai me a final yr engg student from anna univ,chennai.... shall we be friends???? tell abt u.. reply.... online??&lt;em&gt;  dude get a grip and go study!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok..following have been taken from my friends scraps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi *****..More then b'lore i feel u rock..\It would be a pleasure to have u as a friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi .. just came across ur profile ... am new to bangalore ...working in a Oracle in whitefiled ... am looking for new frnds in bangalore ... so wanna be my frnd ?? .. basically am from bombay ...my cell number is 988*******..waiting for ur reply..&lt;em&gt; just look how desperate these guys can actually get!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; and  back to my scraps and messages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;join my friendes  &lt;em&gt;what was i sposed to join..??again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un ahotos nalla irukku unna madhri! &lt;strong&gt;(your photos look as good as you do!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The icing on the whole blog is the conversation i had with this ceratain jobless bloke...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;       &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  okokok.enna athu "about me"'la appadi oru comment.OK dont get angry.y do u join in the orkut,if u doesnt need any fiends.instead u can just round the same fiends circle na.why tis.it's not nice.an indian girl will never say like that &lt;strong&gt;(what is that you have written in your about me..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;dude me being a nice indian girl doesnt depend on me making some slezy stranger males as my friend!! I kinda scrapped him back!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;his reply:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hey ennadi thimira.ennadi overa pesura.manasula periya alagi'nu ninaippo.oon kuda mess panna kudatho.seri parthuruvoma.yar kitta vachikurra.velaiya pathukuttu po.un kuda pesi en time'a waste panna virumbala.&lt;strong&gt;(hey wat youve got attitude..talkin too much..you think you are very beautiful..what is it a mistake to message you??shall  i set you right?whom are you keeping all your plays with?go and do your work..i dont wanna waste my time talkin to ya!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;               &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;and i replied back saying ok..cool dont waste your time..!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;his reply:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;podi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my reply:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;poda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my reply:This is getting too kiddish!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His reply:enna kiddish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(what kiddish??)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he goes again:bill gates sonnarun'a nambava pora nee &lt;strong&gt;(even if bill gates tell will you believe??)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; ..and i by this time lost track of the conversation ended up ignoring him really wishing i had done that when he scrapped first...after a lot of swearing i again get back to scrapping my friends!!!..&lt;strong&gt;some things never change!thats the way iam!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-518837197898929483?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/518837197898929483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=518837197898929483&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/518837197898929483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/518837197898929483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/10/orkut.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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satyam.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Are you nuts,,..?all the movies would be full&lt;br /&gt;She:Naw lets try..meet you at the bus stop at 11:15.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Bus stop..?no car..?Auto..?&lt;br /&gt;She:No luxuries..bus is enough,economical&lt;br /&gt;Me:waaahh...fine!&lt;br /&gt;11:20:&lt;br /&gt;she:wat took you so long&lt;br /&gt;me:Had to walk..*sulking*&lt;br /&gt;She:Lazy Bum!&lt;br /&gt;ok..here comes a bus..!&lt;br /&gt;12:05&lt;br /&gt;get down...&lt;br /&gt;Me:WOman its raining...!!!!run to the damn theatre.&lt;br /&gt;At the counter&lt;br /&gt;Me:hey dude..any shows any tickets available??&lt;br /&gt;Ticket Guy:Only open season at 2:45&lt;br /&gt;ME:No other movie?&lt;br /&gt;T.G:no..!&lt;br /&gt;Me:You couldnt posibly squeeze us somewhere??&lt;br /&gt;T.G:*Gives me a once over*&lt;br /&gt;Me:ok..two tickets&lt;br /&gt;She:what will we do till 2:45..??&lt;br /&gt;Me:I know its going to be so boring!&lt;br /&gt;She:Lets return the tickets..!!&lt;br /&gt;Me:good idea..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.G:*Exasperated&lt;br /&gt;She:*sweet looks*&lt;br /&gt;T.G:fine..!!take ur cash!&lt;br /&gt;Me:Thanky you uncle!!&lt;br /&gt;T.G:*rolls his eye balls!*&lt;br /&gt;Then we pitter patter in the rain tread carefully in the rain for god knows what because we are already wet!!!then it becomes colder..for some reason it excites us more...So in the act of acting like responsible 17 yr old girls..we run with a purpose to catch an auto..and haggle with the guy unnecessarily just to get wet..!!!and then have the most non sheltered sheltered drive home..Loads of fun..Todays rainy day was just brilliant!!!!Looking forward to more such rains in chennai!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-554530260536743583?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-8207108380944332261</id><published>2006-10-22T19:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-23T20:31:47.572+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok..,this particular post has taken a lot of courage from me to post it..because this post i dont know weather its just going to be a short one or long one..but i know for sure that its going to mark an end to all my depressing posts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost this post is entirely about me..Please do comment..secondly i dont need advices on this post cos ts bout me and who knows me more than i do..!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me..Darsa Gopalakrishnan...as people say is not the nicest person around..well..truthfully iam no where near nice...and i get confused a lot..i dont know to seperate the good from the bad..and what has that cost me..?its cost me my happiness and most of all my friends...two months back who had the most wonderful set of friends...??Yup me.!!and who lost it all in in the blink of an eye..!?!Yes yours truly herself... and why was that..?a string of wrong decisions..a moment of indecisiveness..a moment of distrust me...and now...i have no where to go no one to turn..well i do have friends..but they arent the people i lost...i lost them..because of my foolishness...this post might indicate that i live on my friends..i partially do..50% of my life revolves around them..no iam not going to go into a self analysis mode and ask where i went wrong..and what mistake i did..because i know the exact mistakes i did so this in short is going to be a huge apology letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly to my soul mate...my partner in crime...the sister i never had....&lt;br /&gt;SINDURI SHYAMSUNDAR:&lt;br /&gt;Firstly very very sorry for whats been happening for the past two months..you've always been forgiving...and i love you for that...you've been my counterpart...and hope this goes on...and thanks for coming in and staying in my life..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varun,Arvind,Shambhavi,Swathy,Lalitha:&lt;br /&gt;I know..i've never been there in times of need..!ive been too busy with myself to stay in touch with you guys..ive been so selfish that i never bothered to pick up the phone and talk to you..even though you guys four individual people..who dont kno each other..always been there for me..no matter what...i promise..i wont ignore you guys ever again! and i hope i keep up this one atleast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..the final and the biggest apology is to a certain friend..who has been there through thich and thin even though its been for a short while ive betrayed you in the worst possible way..dint mean to do it..but did it..no amount of sorry is going to help..nothing can make up for the lost time..but now feeling pretty pathetic cos i put u through one truck of load of crap..while i welled in self pity..so iam very sorry for that,..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of my friends..hooda,bmw,vikas my new bro,bianca,KK..hope i dont eva get into a situation where i put u into such a load of crap..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not the people..extremely sorry to those people either i haven mentioned their names..or forgotten..so very sorry!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-8207108380944332261?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8207108380944332261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=8207108380944332261&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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dont i say?&lt;br /&gt;where have i come from..where am i going to..?&lt;br /&gt;what did i do...why did i do it?&lt;br /&gt;Do i deserve this cold shoulder?&lt;br /&gt;In a way i guess i do..&lt;br /&gt;But it so truly hurts&lt;br /&gt;and if it helps in anyway&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry...&lt;br /&gt;and Ive changed..&lt;br /&gt;and hope that changes all...!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-8112262721029840483?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8112262721029840483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=8112262721029840483&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/8112262721029840483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/8112262721029840483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-do-i-begin.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-1278354823495976571</id><published>2006-10-14T17:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-14T18:10:15.840+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all...!!i know i know ive been ignoring u all..its not that ive forgotten..just that ive been a little busy studyin my ass off..i know its a lil tough to believe but well i did..could risk keepin an arrear and repeatin next year..so its always good to finish it off then and there..anyways..ive been up all night stufyin..literakky cos i slept at 4:30..man neva did i dream of working so &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/1600/liam_ball_1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hard...so me gonna doze away to glory and then well....have loads of fun and party!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-1278354823495976571?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1278354823495976571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=1278354823495976571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/1278354823495976571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/1278354823495976571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey-all.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-6741518718514447743</id><published>2006-10-01T17:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-01T17:20:57.877+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well..what do i say...my blogs have been highly depressing for sometime..but i did get a wake up call on saturday when my brother came and told me our bike's been stolen..my bike that took me places that has a lot of memories associating me and that..so then my brother faithfully when to the cops to file a complaint then the cops came over..btw the damn bike was stolen from my apartment garage..i feel so bummed..well they came over  and had a look at the "scene of crime" and well made my brother short of cash by a few hundreds and told him to come by 4:00 to file an F.I.R. with the proof for the vehicle such as the R.C. book and the insurance ..my bro did go to the police station well guess what??the damn place was empty except for a dog sitting in the middle of the police station!!i mean..well..this is the protection system of India..a place where girls cant walk in safely and lodge a complaint that they need a guy to go with or do it for them as it is potentially not safe..hate this system,hate everything that is as corrupted as this..well atleast it made me realise that life is going to keep throwing shit at me at all times it is not called maturity when maybe you dont cry you just mope around writing really depressing blogs the way i did!its just smiling and trying to make the most of the situation because as i learnt the hard way nothings going to seize to exsist or become better by moping around or lookin depressed but its gonna feel a lot better if you smile and be cheerful like iam now..well as they say every dark cloud has a silver lining..My dads promised me a pink scooty pep..!!:-Dwell..as they say &lt;em&gt;Pinkse panga math lena!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-6741518718514447743?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6741518718514447743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-738594744331598532</id><published>2006-10-01T09:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-01T09:33:15.491+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saraswati Pooja'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/1600/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/320/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey all..&lt;em&gt;happy saraswati pooja&lt;/em&gt;..why am i celebrating this..well brains..out of 365 days 1 day my mom doesn tell me to study and this is the day..coz according to customs..the books are packed(selected ones:i make sure all my main books go in..;-)) and the pooja takes place..and we spend the rest of the day whiling away time!!! And the next day is vijayadashami..where we are initiated into studyin early morning gotta write &lt;em&gt;om shriganapathiye namaha vignam asthu&lt;/em&gt; which basically means&lt;em&gt; iam guessing o!ganapathy give me education&lt;/em&gt; which well he needs to give me in abundance..!!:-D anywyaz this is it for the day catchya folks around..and well for the people who know all this and if i haven included stuff or ive written stuff which are theoretically wrong please feel free to comment and for those people who dont know the picture is of &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;goddess saraswati the goddess of education"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-738594744331598532?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/738594744331598532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=738594744331598532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/738594744331598532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/738594744331598532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-all.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-3654423511438334659</id><published>2006-09-29T21:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-29T21:26:32.928+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm..well..people...ur babe is getting back to form..not there yet completetly..reachin..well starters i am having fun with new people..less complications..learning how relationships are built(NO!not boy frnd girl frnd typos!!gosh!!..look around you morons...brother sister..frnd and frndi!!)...so its nice..me living life the way i wud ideally like too..hmm..well semesters are round the corner i need to start preparin..i will...maybe ill start tomorrow..lets see...!!!basically thats it folks and i got around 85% for one of my papers in my internals and iam pretty my gloating bout it..mind u iam no where near modest!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-3654423511438334659?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3654423511438334659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=3654423511438334659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/3654423511438334659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/3654423511438334659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/09/hmm_29.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-699984980102233732</id><published>2006-09-27T16:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-27T16:40:37.677+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i so wanna shut my traps..but hell i cant...why do i have to keep blabbering soo much...aim neva gonna learn...i feel so bad about myself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-699984980102233732?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-1375305777876895637</id><published>2006-09-26T12:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-26T13:02:02.632+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internaallllss'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm...well i know..i know..i owe you all an explanation about my previous blog..i will give it to u guys..but not now..soon enough..after the air is cleared...after iam clear..iam not as disturbed as i was yesterday...so here goes...sanskrit exam..well..wrote the whole damn paper in english...i know..sanskrit paper should be written in sanskrit vagera vagera...but people..how do u expect me to write in sanskrit when i dont know..well if the teacher likes me she might give me marks enough to pass me..the thing with sanskrit is that you can gab all you want in english..and sanskrit basically contains  5 keywords..you can go on crapping within these words and..they are honest,truth,greed,lust(no pun intended),pride so thats what i did..hopw she rewards me marks generously...and anyways had my management pronciples exam and basically the portions were easy it was basically i had to go through seven articles and write about them.So, well i did well!!commoon i had to obviously do well..so finally one satisfactory exam..and then tomorro i have my accounts paper which i still havent started...have to gear up sometime soon..so all those sweet reader thank you..and ill catch you again tomorrow..with more news about my internals!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-1375305777876895637?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1375305777876895637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=1375305777876895637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/1375305777876895637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/1375305777876895637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-7430887018136187338</id><published>2006-09-25T13:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-25T14:06:54.151+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flippoty dippotty flop..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well..i should be telling you guys about how my exam went..trust me i was planning to do just that...but well..Mr.X &amp;amp; Miss.Y got into my way with some shocking and disturbing news...now iam just too confused to do anything about it...aarrrgghhh...i hate it when i get sucked into things i dont want to..well..how much ever i hate it..i always have this luck of being right in the centre of things!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-7430887018136187338?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7430887018136187338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=7430887018136187338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/7430887018136187338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/7430887018136187338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/09/well_25.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-4963392292385906106</id><published>2006-09-23T14:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-23T15:10:05.755+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who ever invented this crap called communicative english'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well..after i rant about my internals for a whole week..IT finally kick started today..we were told the exam begins at 8:15..so we had to be there at 8:00..well.as always yours truly gets stuck in some shit as problems..!ye well..my language class's attendence was pretty much very low..cos of my stupid stupid classmates dint tell the teacher that i was present and was on duty(all valid mind you)..so she goes like.."blah blah blah"..(well..i was too bored to pay attention to her..so well..i was looking at the guys at the mall nearby through he window)..well..finally when i thought that was enough of bunkin of my english class i told her..blah blah...she said blah blah..so here i ran today morning to submit my note book at 7:45..and she hasnt turned up..iam like..WTF..i stuck around till 8:15..got back to my class to write my exam and what do you kno.??no signs of my teacher..so finally the teacher comes in at 8:45..and she is like watch the tv while i pass your question paper around&lt;em&gt; hey cool..iam gonna watch tv!!yay!!hope they play a good episode of friends or a movie.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOP channel&lt;/strong&gt;!..&lt;em&gt;??aww..man shucks..&lt;/em&gt;well then the HOD starts yapping..and she says listen to the following carefully and enter the answers into your papers..this goes on for about half-an-hour so this was our listening skill put to test..then the usual question papers were passed around..and i slogged through the damn paper..only to realise i forgot to write some important summary &lt;div&gt;after submitting the paper...man thats two screw ups in a week..hope it doesnt get any worse!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/1600/loogg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/1600/loogg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/1600/loogg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/1600/loogg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/1600/loogg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/1600/loogg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/1600/loogg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-4963392292385906106?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4963392292385906106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=4963392292385906106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/4963392292385906106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/4963392292385906106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/09/well_23.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-1149257616813068485</id><published>2006-09-22T11:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-22T11:44:20.415+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TAlly wally whatever crap this is'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/1600/tallylogo.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/320/tallylogo.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not believe this pic...POWER OF SIMPLICITY IT SEEMS...ugh..*beep* this tally..well..ok i had my tally practicals yesterday..not just plain it was my end semesters..it showed I HAD negative stock!!!i mean what can i do &lt;em&gt;if the question was that weird..so dude &lt;strong&gt;dont blame me!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;well..the answers such as the balance sheet tallied and the P&amp;amp;L tallied(Profit and loss),Trial balance was also cool..so iam like yay!!!i got it right...and the teacher man &lt;em&gt;what an actress..no expression on her face whatsoever!!!&lt;strong&gt;and iam like uuurrgghhh!!!!..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;so i come out of the lab like..whooo!!weee..!!ive done it..!!and then my friend walks up to me and asks hey so u got 99something answer...and my brain says &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont eva remember seeing such figures....&lt;/strong&gt;daaammnn....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-7862660490224762959</id><published>2006-09-21T10:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-21T10:34:22.725+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honk...honk..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/1600/Image%28312%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/320/Image%28312%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ye after a nail biting session early in the morning..reason:well people today is my tally end semester exam..and i hope i remember my things!iam sccarrrreedd..well..on a better note..thought i could do something productive and hear iam..look at the pic..what a bloody crowded road every ten cm i had 2 brake..every vehicle drives at a speed of 5 km/per hour..its only that stretch which is sooo crowded..i mean if u hav an accident i wonder how they are gonna rush you out..!!i wish i dun eva end up in such a situtation..so which basically means..iam never going back on that road ever again..i dont care if its the centre of the city,or even if it doesn have my favourite eat outs,my friends live there..and most importantly my college is there..so i guess ive got to shut my traps and get my ass there for the next three years!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-7862660490224762959?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7862660490224762959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=7862660490224762959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/7862660490224762959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/7862660490224762959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/09/ye-after-nail-biting-session-early-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-6542588591343010893</id><published>2006-09-16T21:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-16T21:25:52.311+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/1600/munna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/320/munna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well..i know i should have written something about the movie"lagey raho munnabhai"..but i wasnt very happy with the way it was shapin in my head..so i found this really nice article written by one of my friends so thought you guys could check it out&lt;a href="http://my-career-and-my-thoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/comedy-duo-are-and-they-rock.html"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.personally the movie rocks..i havent seen anyother indian comedy which is also a sequel so good..!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-6542588591343010893?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6542588591343010893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=6542588591343010893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/6542588591343010893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/6542588591343010893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/09/well_16.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-1904809546536693387</id><published>2006-09-16T16:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-16T16:27:05.614+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>walking on a ground so soft,people with smiling faces,people whom you are in perfect sync with,people who make you laugh or you make them laugh.No tension no worries.Just million dollar smiles all over,thats the way i was living all the while,or thats how i was lead to believe.The truth is out life is not always the pretty picture people long to paint about.and one day you snap out of it realising that people no longer need you,if you dont keep up with them they have their own miles to walk and they dont need you,they just need themselves and start walkin it on their own not once turning towards you.And finally when you wake up it then hits you that maybe you are not entirely alone,but nothing lasts forever.there is always an end for everything be it good;be it bad..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-1904809546536693387?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1904809546536693387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=1904809546536693387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Indigo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorblueareyouquiz/indigo.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the shades of blue, you are the most funky, unique, and independent.&lt;br /&gt;Expressing yourself and taking a leap of faith has always been easy for you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorblueareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Blue Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-162630757409725179?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-700737903082623626</id><published>2006-09-12T10:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-12T10:18:12.321+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/1600/collage2.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/320/collage2.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hey people..this is the cover page for my statistics project which was designed by none other than yours truly...!!&lt;em&gt;"between my project was based on nokia's sales"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-700737903082623626?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/700737903082623626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=700737903082623626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/700737903082623626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/700737903082623626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-6103069948914809030</id><published>2006-09-10T13:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-10T14:11:47.745+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10th september sunday 0:00 hours:"darsa get up"..uh..huh..c'mom u need to teach me accounts..ill fail otherwise...Booomm iam sleepin...come on..teach me...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30 hours...iam bored studyin lets go to sleep...zzz...watever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 hours:DARSA wake up..u need to go to the movie at 9..get up and get dressed...!!uh..huh...mom 10 more minutes....zzz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:15:*blink* blink*....shhhiiittt...iam so gonna miss the show... quick shower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:40:a pair of jeans on the bed..GRAB...a t-shirt on the table..WALLETT.....ye...done...*gallops* iam so gonna win the olympics if i run like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:56 hours...stomp...*screech*..cant you see where you are goin..early morning these gals run like lailas!!..uh-huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:58:the other 3 hasnt come yet...wat the hell..i come running and hurryin through the roads for this!!iam goin in for the muvee..!!*steam*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:05:..finally into the theatre...hey!cool the movie hasnt started yet..."&lt;em&gt;Sorry for the inconvineance"&lt;/em&gt;..just our luck..*griiinnn**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:20:MORNING i wake up and come for this..bloodys sneha next time u book tickets for 9 o clock show..ill kill you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:45.Are they even going to play the movie today!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:15..*sqauabble*..* whats happening!?!?wooo hoo...a fight...cmon!!yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;              *scream*..*dishoom*..."ok..people compensation for movie starting                                     late..everyone gets a free pop corn and coffee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo hoo..yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30:*munch* munch*..slurp....i think we are gettin refunds...!!nooo..i wanna watch the movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a lot more munch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:45..    BLah blah producer&lt;br /&gt;                      presents&lt;br /&gt;         "LAGEY RAHO MUNNABHAI"&lt;br /&gt;*whistle*...yay!!way to go!!*whistle**clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from 10:45 onwards till 1:00:*hahah* *hehe**hoo*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;people really angry bout the movie not playin on the screen yet!!(the pic below)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/1600/Image%28292%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/320/Image%28292%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peopl thronging the snack bar for their free coffee and pop corn!!*boy was it crowded*&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/1600/Image%28291%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/320/Image%28291%29.jpg" 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/29638958-6103069948914809030?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6103069948914809030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=6103069948914809030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/6103069948914809030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/6103069948914809030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/09/10th-september-sunday-000-hoursdarsa.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-7112971357907808162</id><published>2006-09-06T23:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-06T23:42:37.174+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well...my last blog..lets not talk about that shall we..somethings in life have to be well..never be mentioned!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..this blog is well..i was typing out some therotical stuff when me and mt friend started talking the conversation will be exactly as said. with a little bit statistical stuff edited out..but the rest is about our department faculty..and my friends name is ishita and she can really abuse without swearin..personally i enjoyed the conversation..hope you guys do too..and..my class faculty is nicknamed "hitler"so..read on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: so wat ya doing&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: intro&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: really?&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: i dropped my mobile down&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: my legs back on d cpu&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: anything else u in the mood 2 break 2day?&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: lol..geetus head&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: hey dnt leave poor little jaysre behind&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: hey u knw wat u shud practice ur punches on?&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: shobha s tummy&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: chi&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: i like shobha&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: hate geetu&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: ya&lt;br /&gt; ishi86: all she s missing is a moustache&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: lol&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: n she wil b a hitler reincarnated&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: iam gonna blog this conversation&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: lol&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: she already is..jus that she needs to wear a pants shirt,mushy and cut her hair&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: everythin her voice to looks gives me d crreeps&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: ah dont get me started on her voice!&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: its like a trumpet of a mouse&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: only really shrill&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: lol..bloody she is so short..&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: i knw its a wonder she didnt get blown away in tht hurricane tht hit sm tm back&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: her eyes?&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: gawd&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: its like the devils luking at me 4m sm where in hell&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: gives me the shivers&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: aww...&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: the way she talks to sneha?&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: why the interogation?&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: 1 after the other&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: jus askin&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: uh huh&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: she goes alll mushy&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: i like d way u describe&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: do that one last time&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: ha ha&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: jus temme how she goes when she talks to sneha&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: k lemme think kinda got otta the mood&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: like.....&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: well hitler just found his long lost daughter&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: rofl!&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: so after he is done with his dictatoring he goes n kuchi coos with her&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: its like&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: k send all the jews(girls) in death camps (assignment after assignment n tests) n then step of the pedestal n thn ohhh wat a cute baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: lol&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: that was gud&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: u done??&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: ya i guess&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: am totally vented&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: nw wat?&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: its goin on blog&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: u serious?&lt;br /&gt;Darsa G: yup&lt;br /&gt;ishi86: wats wrong with u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...i do make a good interrogater...if thats how its prononunced..and..the rest is edited..well i had fun with that conversation!!!and hopefully u guys got a picture of how its in my department!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-7112971357907808162?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7112971357907808162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=7112971357907808162&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/7112971357907808162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/7112971357907808162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/09/well.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-3146864408373729459</id><published>2006-08-31T18:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-31T19:02:02.406+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm..as i told you guys...i went for the rally which was total fun...well..it was like a group outing to be exact..after everyone assembled..the whole rally was kick started by the winner os super singer nikhil mathew and gautham with vijai adhiraj and another singer whom i cant remember the name..as in they did not do the rally they just got a buoquet and stood there..while we were trying to beat the heat by snatching each others dupattas and putting it on our heads as protection,and we started singing kishore kumar songs such as yeh kya hua...kaise hua..kab hua.....oops sorry got side tracked..and so on about a couple more songs,then we were just beginning to have fun when the teacher came and screamed at us saying we were here for a purpose and to not hang around and gossip...and so the rally started..whew..we walked and walked...and surprisingly i wasnt the least bit tired..but man is it hot in chennai at 3 in afternoon wow..did not expect that!!!well..so ive attached a few pictures of my classmates trying to beat the heat..and i know really well..that if any one of them access my blogs i so am going to be killed for posting the photos..but hey they look so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/1600/Swetha%20and%20S.P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/320/Swetha%20and%20S.P.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well..see what did i tell you??right under the dupattas..!!!but trust me it does act as a really good shade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/1600/Soniya%2Ctisha%26sneha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/320/Soniya%2Ctisha%26sneha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they've just been standing in the sun for 10 minutes..and they loook so tanned..man chennai is such a HOT city!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i did try uploading a NCC pic..but iam not able to..chalta hai..ill jus tell you what happened...after the rally they conducted a play on the effects of smoking..why smoking???well..ANTI TOBACCO remember??ye..and the non ciggy tobacco and various stuff like that..which was really good and humourous with a message..all in all i had like loads of fun..got to know people,so it was worth standing in the sun..and really worth the calories i BURNT!! and i really tried puttin the pics together...the space just comes automatically...so forget the lottle mess ups i make with my blog!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-3146864408373729459?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3146864408373729459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=3146864408373729459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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off..??Well..the blog space looks awesome na..?well...thanks to bianca who is vikas's friend..did an amazing job with it..!!and..what else has been happening..there is a anti tobacco rally from anna square to the light house..its on anti tobacco..basically we signed up for it..because we have this community service thing which we have about 30 hours every year..so at the end of 3 years we need to have completed about 90 hours..so one reason was we get two hours of our community service and the other reason is we dont have to go to college tomorro..well..then what else has been happening??oh yea..i forgot well me and my friend ishita were asked to do a paper on heritage tourism and we did india..where notable contributions were made by her..and apparently that paper has been selected..!!yay!!kudos to her!!so..then the next thunder on the head...they wanted a "hard copy" which means they want the file in a cd..they did not want it in a word document they wanted it in a "pdf" format..and being the illiterate i was,happily shaked my head at college and came home and started breakin my head over it..when it became too much of a trouble to figure out..i asked raghav how the hell i was supposed to be doing that..and then he went on and on about the whole software..[hey it wasnt boring..its jus too much to type!!]..and the he did the whole file into pdf with a lot of enhancements which now looks great!!!and after submission we dont even get an intimation on what it was selected for pr what they are going to be doing with it..it was just plain selected..!!Then yesterday evening went for my school annual day...hmm..met a few of my batch mates there all of them are still the same with serious issues and inhibitions in life..man i swear i dont know how i studied with them..i mean its simple u carry a red bag..rrrriiipppp...their eyebrows go tearin into their heads...i mean cooommmmeeee onnn...and out vice principal is still a big pain..but come on you are out of the school..so you give him respect and he will give you back some..so what is the necessity to act like as if you are still scared of him...i mean he need respect not fear...its like "do not talk over your mobile he will scream"bloody who is he to scream at me..my mobile my mouth my balance..then met the teachers who were really happy to see me,then my awesome juniors..some of them really do rock..and they wud keep rocking...well..i still love that school..been a part of it for 10 years..it was a part of me,the school's seen my &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/1600/Hindu.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/302/3618/320/Hindu.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happiness,sadness,first crush,some of my best friends..i mean it still keeps finding a way to connect to me in some way or the other...well..vikas who is a good friend of mine is the bf of shradha who was my senior in hindu...well..as i stepped out maybe i will keep blaming all hindu for all of its short comings but in my heart of hearts i still cherish every moment of my life i spent in hindu..well even if i wanted to get out of the place as soon as possible..i've done everything possible..right from fake leave letters,to faking my way out of college to bunking classes to what not..yes,definitly its so true when people say you will miss school once you finish school,i so truly miss my school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-6313374921937195517?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6313374921937195517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type Is Thoughtful and Considerate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/thoughtful.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a well liked, though underrated, blogger.You have a heart of gold, and are likely to blog for a cause.You're a peaceful blogger - no drama for you!A good listener and friend, you tend to leave thoughtful comments for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Blogging 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/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="%3Ca"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You Right or Left Brained?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-115659942984895734?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' 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should major in:&lt;br /&gt;CounselingEnvironmental studiesLawSocial workPolitical scienceNursing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Should You Major In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-115659927529589814?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115659927529589814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=115659927529589814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/115659927529589814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/115659927529589814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/08/your-scholastic-strength-is-inspiring.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-115651959520215568</id><published>2006-08-25T20:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-26T11:02:29.603+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm..i kno,I kno its been quite some time since i blogged...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well first and foremost...BOY what a two weeks they were...well the first week man..i had fun..jus sitting in my grnaparents home..and eatin well..as they call it in malayalam.."NADAN" food..which basically means village food or home food...and man...no pollution..jus trees birds ants..trust me helluva loat of those tiny deadly creatures came back with loads of boils...and awesomely bitey mosquitoes...no thoughts of college assignments...because my friends were coverin my back..ye..i took quite some pictures...i shall update them pretty soon..!!so well..as all good thing gotta come to an end..IT so did...and i found myself wishing to stay there for longer...well..whats life if its a holiday throughout?!?&lt;br /&gt;... well....the only painful factor during my holiday was the fact that i had to do one big assignment which needed my handwriting which took about 5 hours...ye 5 whole hours...that was a big waste of time according to me...MAN didnt i watch a lot of movies at my granparents place...awesome...my granddads like 85 years old..trust me he has the best movie collection compared to anyone his age...the original version of nearly all the movies released in tamil and malayalam..which is awesome by any standards...!!!and the highlight MY COUSINS...awesome twin brothers Ive got...younger to me..man do they rock..I had loads of fun with them..talking all kinds of crap...them teasing me..which they were really good at...and me teasing them...which iam always good at...!!and also my cousin sister...who is trying for medicine...Yup this is the right example for how god can play weird tricks with genes...But hey..thats that..!!well..got my sweet self back to chennai and ye the first day i am back i go to college late because i had to submit the damn assignment in a file..so had to go file hunting....!!!TRUST me...there is not one stationary shop on the stretch from luz to cathedral road...Of course life saver landmark but man they take an hour to bill 3 files...whew!!that done...!!then of course we planned to go for a movie on sunday..!which we did...four of us..we saw "cheaper by the dozen" well...lets say which was...ye...fine..we dint know the time flying..then went to newyorkers for lunch..man didnt we have a whale of a time..throwing brownies ice creams around...!!then ye me and my friend left on her bike...luz came and went...city centre came..but we dint get past it...ye we hit a cycle..and then its all a blur..i was stuck she was stuck i wriggled out with someones help...then they helped her out..she was in pain..i dunno what came over me..i parked her bike..took her keys helmet and bag..then rushed her to the hospital..she got her skin dressed while i called her parents and paid registration crap...got my TT done which was painful..then called ma bro and he picked me up...BUOY dun i hate hospitals...well..ye drove to globus in the evening...and shopped till i dropped!!then...ye..my friend had a plastic surgery on her  leg..to cover up the loss of skin...man that was a lot of pain she had to grow through..!then days came days went..i saw kank 2 days after the accident..i went like half an hour late for the show praying i wouldnt have missed much,trust me even if u had caught the show after an hour it wouldnt have made much of a differnce..I mean what that  fool of a director was just trying to imply throughout the movie was love is so great...that u can fall in love with someone else's husband being someone elses wife!!DUMB..why couldnt he have made a story that says fall in love with your own spouse??well thats that the movie sucked big time..and how dumb directors can actually get making a movie without even thinking about the story themselves...well 2 days passed...&lt;br /&gt;Yet again it was time for us to submit our statistics record..I had to submit for me and for my friend...whew!!then another friend hadnt completed her stuff...so i gave half my stuff to her..then we ended up meeting before college and we kinda summed it arranged it and finished it with great difficulty and we get to college like 10 minutes late..so whats gotta be the twist in the story?!?!MY STATS TEACHER WAS ABSENT!thats such a very "cliche" irony iam getting so sick of it..!!hey,i soo forgot..on monday its SARI day at MOP...and ye the corridors of college are gonna be so clean and sparkling...the reason!?!of course my sari which is gonna have a tough time stayin on my body will be cleaning the corridors...I know...I know..Iam such a social welfare kinda person...hey thats me i cant really help it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess..ive missed out some parts&lt;br /&gt;but ill do them in my next blog&lt;br /&gt;so till then stay happy&lt;br /&gt;cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-115651959520215568?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115651959520215568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=115651959520215568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/115651959520215568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/115651959520215568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-115511764447168050</id><published>2006-08-09T15:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-09T18:37:46.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.neoncarrot.co.uk/h_gal/traffic_2_rickshaw/ssgtr2_12.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about people that irritates the everything out of me is the way that people condemn their Birth land,which in this case would be India,I mean people i get it for a fact that you guys want to move your asses out and you want to settle in U.S.,U.K,Canada wherever but that doesnt for a moment of your life give you the freedom to talk ill about your country,I mean this is the place that has given you,your food,education,friends love,movies songs what not.I mean in what way is the country disgraceful than the rest??Infact this country has more Culture innumerable heritage what not??and all you people want to do is APE the west!Maybe this country is a little backward than the rest,what are the reasons for that??Illiterate politicians??Nope YOU!!if you want a differnce made in the country try being the difference for once instead of letting your tongues go on and on about the ill effects of this place.Have you seen any of the bikers,auto rickshaws stand anywhere behind the stop lines at the traffic signal all of you are so bent about with yout lines that you are not even bothered to follow the most simple rule.STAND BEFORE THE STOP LINE.Man o man, the way the auto drivers of today drive can have your stomach rumbling with fright and a 100 prayers to all the gods ever to be believed has to be sent heavenwards for you to reach your destination safely!The bikers of today the most arrogant,i-can-conquer-them-all-attitude can leave them skidding away to glory on the roads,landing them at the hospitals fighting for their dear lives wishing they had been slower all the while and not so arrogant.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...as a wise man truly stated &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Be the change you want to be".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this not only applies for the road manners but all the other thing in life as well,somethning is wrong with your life??quit blaming others and start blaming yourself because only your are responsible for it and no bloody person else,If some decision went wrong it is always because you had been the catalyst for that decision somewhere sometime along that your life,leave the rest of the world to their own problem,get over YOURSELF and deal with your problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the wise man who quoted was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-115511764447168050?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-115500622000206442</id><published>2006-08-08T08:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-08T08:33:49.533+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/leader/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Famous Leader Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-115500622000206442?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115500622000206442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=115500622000206442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/115500622000206442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/115500622000206442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-famous-leader-are-you-personality.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-115477592143160551</id><published>2006-08-05T16:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-05T16:38:34.600+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mmm...After days of sleepless nights and countless hours of hardwork and toil...[ok..that is not the entire truth..yeah i did lose a teeny weeny bit of sleep and i did study a teeny weeny bit much].Reason?!?...well dude wake up...!!MOP had its internals going on...hrmmpphh...finally the damn thing is over and i am peacefully longing around in front of the comp with nothing much to do no stress...weee...this is life...and listening to very well tuned songs by ARR..thank god he is back in form..i like his songs in the movie Jillunu Oru...{too lazy to type the whole name:-D}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..as usual...I am thinking dwelling on too many things at a time..then i start thinking of the past..which hasnt been all that great for me..Lets just say..I wasnt like this two years back.In short i was a loser,enroute to loserville.Simple explanation I had friends,friends who supported me and encouraged me to feel small of myself, to make me feel guilty of every damn mistake i committed,O.k from my blogs you guys should have learnt that I am a little weird I commit too many mistakes but i do learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,what changed my life??who changed my life??.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer is simple..MORE mistakes..and i made it a point to keep the things i learnt right where it belongs..My head!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,as i was saying my 11th and 12th was sad,But it did prove to be a great learning experience though not joyous.I met knew friends,took time to realise who was going to stand by me through the mistakes and who wasnt going to stand by me through them.Simple i stuck to those who would stand by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed..Learnt to be bit more pleasent with people..kept meeting new people..made more graver mistakes..and got hurt real real bad,But hell i survived them and now maybe i could proudly some indecisive decisions taken by me to make my life a bit more pleasent are few of the best decisions I have actually had the courage to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,It does bother me that there were times in my life when i did not stand on firm grounds to do actually what i want to do,hey they are just simple mistakes...I ve learnt , Learning and I would continue learning!!![Psst dunno if there is a future tense for learn...so dun bother too much...:-)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-115477592143160551?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-115417777741459353</id><published>2006-07-29T18:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-29T18:26:17.423+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do I long for??&lt;br /&gt;   Whom do I belong to??&lt;br /&gt;    Why do I feel so lonely,&lt;br /&gt;      in the world so phoney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     what do I long for?&lt;br /&gt;        A dozen of friends around me,&lt;br /&gt;         frozen with laughter&lt;br /&gt;        or just a few&lt;br /&gt;           as fresh and shiny as a dew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    What do i long for?&lt;br /&gt;    A guy to lean on?,&lt;br /&gt;           A hand I can relax my grip with?&lt;br /&gt;     A shoulder to rest,&lt;br /&gt;    knowing the rest can be taken care later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     what do I long for?&lt;br /&gt;           what do i long for??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-115417777741459353?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115417777741459353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=115417777741459353&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/115417777741459353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/115417777741459353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-do-i-long-for-whom-do-i-belong-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-115247105398604903</id><published>2006-07-10T00:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-10T00:20:53.993+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok..i am all confused now..i create a new account painstakingly create all the blogs and then i write a blog explaining my position and whola!!the final blog in he new account is recorded in my old link..iam so bloody confused!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-115247105398604903?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-115247039619251362</id><published>2006-07-10T00:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-10T00:09:56.200+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok..the messed up creature i am cannot think straight for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..i had this nice sweet blogs with a lot of comments and i just couldn't be satisfied with it so MISS.BRAINY[dats me]..decided to change the name of her blog and even succeeded..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAS!the fact is that now my old link does not exsist and so does my so called"new link too"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean how more riduculous could i get.so i got a new blog address..and sat and did all the blogs again!devoid of comments!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn!the more older i grow the more worser i seem to be getting in doing things right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAWD SAVE ME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-115247039619251362?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115247039619251362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=115247039619251362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/115247039619251362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/115247039619251362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/07/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-115243698552544306</id><published>2006-07-09T14:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:38:58.036+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>According to me my 4th blog is the one that came truly out of my heart..and i really do like it..and so did a lot of people which iam truly impressed..&lt;br /&gt;well as all of u would have heard a lets say a hero giving a interview after a very successful movie saying"i need to choose my movies carefully now so as to live up to that good name".well lets just say i kinda feel the similar way.i meant after writing these blogs i started thinking.thinking as in really thinking going through my blogs about 80 times made me realise a few things and they are:&lt;br /&gt;1) contrary to what people think &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; am not really a bad writer.&lt;br /&gt;2) seriously could vent out &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; anger writing blogs be it mother,&lt;br /&gt;father,brother,dog,friend,foe,couple next door.just about anyone and &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; just love&lt;br /&gt;this power to express.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;wanted to be this writer who made people laugh and&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; wrote things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;which did not mean anything to me i wanted to be someone i wasnt just &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; though it was cool.Yes it is nice to write stuff which is humourous and makes people smile,but if that is not what your inner thing is then,there is just no point in being like that.&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; am not only saying this in terms of writing iam also saying this in terms of behaviour and attitude,&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; just dont do anything just because &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; think its cool,&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; do it because that is what &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; want to do.So as&lt;strong&gt; I&lt;/strong&gt; was saying &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; realized humourous writing was not my cup of tea by a long shot.&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; write things because thats how&lt;strong&gt; I&lt;/strong&gt; feel and that is exactly what &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;want to express!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4)Another thing &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; learnt was &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; always did things with a fear that whatever &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;did &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;was being asessed by someone,someone or the other was judging &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; hell,why do&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;have to care what some third person who does not even know how to run his or her life judge me?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;run my life..!Its only &lt;strong&gt;ME,I&lt;/strong&gt; have to be bothered about. &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;only have to be bothered about what &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;think of myself as a human being and not by a lousy pig head judging me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so...whoever you are,whatever you are...even if u dont like my blogs i really dont give a crap.but just be brave enough to leave your true comments and something iced and creamy!beacuse i come the &lt;strong&gt;HARD WAY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-115243698552544306?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115243698552544306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=115243698552544306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/115243698552544306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/115243698552544306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/07/according-to-me-my-4th-blog-is-one.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-115157346610440694</id><published>2006-06-29T14:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-01T11:22:06.490+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"What is friendship??"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok..u guys sit together in class, same bench,eat together,study together,hold hands and walk, so basically in short u guys are inseparable..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;well...ye true all friendships start this way...and believe me they dont remain that way forever...from the various example i have seen around me and the friendships that have been going really strong as in seriously strong are those friends who have faced a lot of trials and tribulations between them..because the farther apart you are thrown the more closer you tend to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to the old way of thinking that friendships last only as long as the friends see each other and stay with each other day in and day out...well,true friendships which are born out of bonding towards each other more than friendhips born out of merely doing common things..ok..lets take my example where i cannot sing to save my life..and my friend..who everybody knows without any special mention is a phenominal singer...its just bonding..which has brought us together..this friendship neednt have sparked because of the most notable thing which is i cant sing..people still ask me&lt;em&gt;"so you are her best friend right?so i presume you can sing too??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;well..there is also the other fact that people measure your friendship on the amount of years you have known each other..there are people i know for about 10 years and trust me thats more than half of my life..and i have absolutely no contacts with them.It is not the amount of time you have known each other is important but how well you know each other,and will you be understanding enough to support your friend through all times is what is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i said before,you dont have to be in the same class doing the same course in the same bench to be close friends,I mean youd dont even have to be in the same city,you dont need to see each other just an occassional phone call can do real wonders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         But what is more important is that you should realise that friendship is like a thin thread it breaks with the slightest provocation and is ver very tough to join the threads back again like they were..so dont ever think twice in saying sorry or in sitting down and talking or even asking whether there was any mistake from your side..because you never know the magic it can do to your life,but trust me even after doing all this your "friend" still doesn't care for you.Then truly with conviction i can say your friend doesn't really deserve you..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-115157346610440694?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115157346610440694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=115157346610440694&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/115157346610440694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/115157346610440694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-is-friendship-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-115112181629237325</id><published>2006-06-24T09:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-24T09:33:36.303+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A phone conversation that takes place on Monday morning at bout 00:30 hours..&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;            "Hell man..I dun wanna go to college 2morro..all d gals in my courses are   like big time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; bitches and snobs..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;               &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                     &lt;strong&gt;  "ya man..i dun feel like going either...my course gals are all nerds...so its gonna be one hell of a 3 years we are gonna go through..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another phone conversation that took place the friday of the same week&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;              &lt;strong&gt; "hmm..how was your week??!??"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    "Nice..and cool...guarenteed bitches around...but iam having fun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;               &lt;strong&gt;"hmm..ya me too...loads of fun in my class..these gals i sit with are good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   we keep crapping the whole while..life is finally looking up in college!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   "ya man..not a great place not a lousy place...we can actually have some kinda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; fun and live with it!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..so that was two very extreme conversations that took place in a period of one week..so what changed the opinion of the two people??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   well..as i learnt..how ever extrovert you are first day of college is always lousy..because people arent willing enough to vome out of their school circle and make new friends...because every one is new in meeting bout 70 new people..70 strangers put in one room..cannot spark instant chemistry...It takes time..people need time their own time to get outta their shells and talk out..you cannot force anyone to do by making a forced conversation..once people start getting used to you..automatically the situation changes..there is a lot more comfort and chemistry in the atmosphere...and of course u need to find the right people at the right time to make sure your classes durin college is pretty much bearable...but everything comes with patience...Patience with a capital P...because initially people find the company of their mobile much more fascinating than an actual person...so ya for me it took a day of sitting in class...to figure out who is willing to talk and who is not..!then you start talking pulling in people like you to get talking..then when other people around you notice how much fun you are actually having...also wanna join...so all iam saying is never make the mistake of writing anyone off too early..dont write anyone off..cos u neva know they might jus b'come ur best friend...and last but not the least Neva assess others unless and until you know them thouroughly!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ok....now fer the most boring weekend..where i cant run of to college and have fun...what a pain man life is without attending college!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-115112181629237325?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115112181629237325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=115112181629237325&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/115112181629237325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/115112181629237325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/06/phone-conversation-that-takes-place-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-115057345394752750</id><published>2006-06-18T00:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-18T01:14:14.010+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok..lets hear it.."how was ur first day in college"&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;   Man wad a day it was...totally rockin..wad a college...sexy college..wad faculty...wad FUN its gonna be there...&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;           well utter bull shit..my first day in college was soooo pathetic...can u believe it.. my orientation started at 10 past 1..and went on till 45 past 5...i mean the times not unbelievable..the fact that they started lamenting about the college's pride fer 3 and a half hours is a little unnervin man..!&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;          well..ok..mayb i was exaggerating a teeny weeny bit..it wasnt all dat bad...the colleges doucmentary was good...the yatra song copyrighted to the college was good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...the part which actually bugged me real hard..as in really really hard was&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;                well..the principal got hold of the mike..and this is wad she starts of with.."Iam so sorry iam late..i was refusin all those adamant parents that i cannot give their child an admit in this college..iam infact trying to convince them of other colleges&lt;em&gt;...and i am like yea rite...the biggest mistakes parents can do is put their kids here"..&lt;/em&gt;..and the fun doesn stop there she then says mm...board exams,marks and academics are not always wad are important in life..i find that a gal who got 60%in boards is doing very well..and iam like..&lt;em&gt;ok..so if u r not that keen on marks..why the hell did she make me walk up and down on the corridors of the college saying my marks were low..and my marks were much higher than wad she cites as &lt;strong&gt;"the barest minimum"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;well after that she goes on about how every student has to score only about 60%and not a percent mpre..so lets jus wait n see what she actually says when people score just around that much..ok..so iam not degrading her completely..she has done a great big deal with the college making it a rockin and a die hard campus to study..and making it a place to have loads of fun and finding the location right at the heart of the city[for those who are bad in topography..my college is in nungambakam..right behind ispahani centre...wad more can i ask fer??]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           And then we had our FRESHERS PARTY on saturday...ok..no offence to anybody..but how the hell can we actually have fun when we dont know just about anyone..a freshers part the very next day of college..where i cant just about recognize my own class mates..how more disgraceful can it be...ok...negativities apart...it was fun...loads of great music...great dance..great spirit by every one...and not to mention the great food that was served...what more could a fresher ask for eh??well...i guess more time...maybe..just so maybe..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;non judgemental freshers!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   well...figuring ive covered the events pertaining to the last two days..I have to sign off..just to report back next week...:-D..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                          &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                           HAVE fun GUYS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29638958-115057345394752750?l=ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115057345394752750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29638958&amp;postID=115057345394752750&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/115057345394752750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29638958/posts/default/115057345394752750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ive-gotta-start-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/06/ok_17.html' title=''/><author><name>ME..ME..and Only Me!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929903498470167093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29638958.post-115018640852220285</id><published>2006-06-13T12:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-13T13:56:18.190+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok...after days of restlessness...countless hours of pondering and thinking...ive come up with a fair way to mark the begining of my blog life...[ok..iam jus tryin to be good..so i can be excused fer a while u kno..!!dun get to assessive!!]...hmm...so keepin it simple iam jus gonna be startin with a few introductions...&lt;br /&gt;    ok...before i get into then main writing..first and foremost thanks to  &lt;em&gt;Raghav &lt;/em&gt;for actually helping me to stand on firm grounds to start publishing blogs.So putting it simple his reassurances were something short of inspirational..[and raghav iam not always so nice...so enjoy the moment]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..so as i mentioned before...time for the introductions in no particular order of preferences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; SINDU:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;               &lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;where do i start....we met two years back...hit it of instantly...because we had one main shared intrest and that was FOOD...and we still share it..we are happy we eat..we are sad we eat...we are angry we eat..we are scared we eat...and thus started our bond.Different people come waltz in and outta our lives..so maybe i could proudly say we've jus remained the same way..hey doesn mean we don have our tifts we have them as frequently as eva..but we don give it much thought and we are already planning what to do next being selecting a restaurant or hitting the cinemas we are in together...!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SWATHY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                      &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my cousin younger than my by 6 months..which gives me a sorta upper hand.ok..very nerdy loves studyin she is actually trying for medical...hmm.. god plays such weird games with the genes..ye but i guess she is more of my friend than my sister so it makes the nerdiness much more bearable&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt;.!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..2 girls done so lets do some guys now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAI VARUN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                           &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm..i know he hates this full name of his but hey thats his name not mine..so varun my not so called best friend..but hell he is fun to talk to..jus bout everything..and we disagree jus bout everything..argue on every small thing but hey at the end of the day i jus hope he knows me as well as i do bout him..though i can bet he is gonna argue bout da knowin well part..but i guess i should let u all kno that he is one jerk who thinks dat science stream students have more brains than commerce students..&lt;strong&gt;BULL CRAP!!!&lt;/strong&gt; jus like he is!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUDARSHAN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                         ok...great dude..who has been educating one of my friends on d fun side of life while she has been tryin to teach him the good side of life..its fun watchin those two standing right at the centre..and ya he is one of my very good friends who has vowed to make me cry..so i&lt;/em&gt; guess u get a good picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so following the only order i am trying to keep up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHRUTHI:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                       &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm...what do i write bout shruthi well..from being  just my senior..she has become one of my very good friends..some one who has been a support through those endless "i-dunno-which college-i-will -be-joining-days"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok..so i guess...the mentionable people have been mentioned and now to start some "seriousl Writing" as people called it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;      &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seri browser mooda munnadi thank u fer sitting thru my so called blog..which looks like a big time blade fer me..i pity u guys fer actually havin 2 read thru shit...and all the best cos there is a lot more to come...so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                            &lt;strong&gt;      " KEEP WATCHIN THIS  SPACE FER MORE"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                    enna pa...i was jus tryin to give the effect like they do in the news papers fer all da"innovative style of    advertising as they call it"...so bear with me people!!!!!!:-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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