<?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-33762775</id><updated>2012-02-09T11:54:06.655+05:30</updated><category term='P.o.C'/><category term='random'/><category term='m.D.q'/><category term='wishYlist'/><category term='song'/><category term='rants'/><category term='brilliant plans'/><category term='budday'/><category term='brilliant theories'/><category term='jaded'/><category term='artistic skills'/><category term='w.m.m.w.t'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='unnamed feeling'/><category term='life as I know it'/><category term='tp'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='landmark days'/><category term='St.Anger'/><category term='cartoon strip'/><category term='philosophizing'/><category term='fun'/><category term='subtle humour'/><category term='crapp'/><category term='i am v.v.pissed'/><category term='happYness'/><category term='blues'/><category term='verse'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='dance'/><category term='unknown forces'/><category term='others share credit'/><title type='text'>wHiMsiCaL</title><subtitle type='html'>That's what my blogs are gonna be!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-8689510381239578344</id><published>2009-12-01T15:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:40:07.712+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Update :)</title><content type='html'>Mumbai Anthem released .. watch it &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OLDiSGWbags"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-8689510381239578344?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8689510381239578344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=8689510381239578344&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/8689510381239578344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/8689510381239578344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2009/12/update.html' title='Update :)'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-8273112267946060414</id><published>2009-11-26T00:28:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:59:13.220+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landmark days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St.Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am v.v.pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as I know it'/><title type='text'>Salaam Mumbai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A year has passed by since the 26/11 attacks took place and Mumbai still stands tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I just finished watching a piece on 'News 24' channel (didn't know this channel existed) and they were showing a video-taped Kasaab being interrogated by a police officer. And here are his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5gsndXcSG4"&gt;confessions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Another thing I just found out is about a song that Sonu Nigam is coming out with. They call it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.beviga.com/1653/anthem-for-2611/"&gt;The Mumbai Anthem&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It releases on the fateful day of 26/11, ie, today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I heard parts of it on the news channel and it's absolutely amazing. Do check it out whenever you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For all the mumbaikars, the anthem is going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;launch exclusively on Big 92.7 FM today. Be sure to catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Till today, I didn't know what to write here and I didn't know why I was suffering from the Writer's Block. I guess I didn't have any strong emotions all this while that could make me write.&lt;br /&gt;But watching Kasaab confess on tv brought about such myriad of emotions that I was unable to contain myself and just had to share what I saw with everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened was highly disgraceful and this is one of the things I wish could be undone (where are time machines when you really really need them :( )&lt;br /&gt;But I must salute each and every person who was involved, in whatever little way possible, in rescuing and building back the Mumbai of his/her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the souls of all martyrs rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-8273112267946060414?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8273112267946060414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=8273112267946060414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/8273112267946060414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/8273112267946060414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2009/11/salaam-mumbai.html' title='Salaam Mumbai!'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-3256680442954906072</id><published>2009-04-24T21:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:40:48.492+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landmark days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happYness'/><title type='text'>By the power vested in me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAY….. 23 April 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.30am: &lt;/b&gt; woke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12.30pm: Mission: VOTE! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;onto the net to search for my voting  booth address that I had seen days before on Jaagore.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12.30  – 2.30pm:&lt;/b&gt; tried EVERY possible search combo to find out my record  but no luck. (I was damn sure I had seen it a few days earlier but had  forgotten to save it :| )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.30  – 4.00pm: &lt;/b&gt;gave up .. did some tp .. had lunch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.00pm:&lt;/b&gt; back onto the net for  comix and stuff :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.15pm:&lt;/b&gt; found a new site to  search for voter’s record (&lt;a href="http://punecongress.com/html/votersearch.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;http://punecongress.com/html/&lt;wbr&gt;votersearch.aspx&lt;/a&gt;)  .. meanwhile entered one more search combo onto jaagore’s search app&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;Voila! My record appeared on both search  apps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;But yeh kya .. where the hell is this  booth now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.15  – 4.30pm:&lt;/b&gt; frantic calls to everyone I know to ask for the directions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.35pm: &lt;/b&gt; BINGO! Last name on my list gave me the directions. Ran out of the house  while still on call .. no rick available and it’s a 15 min walk :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.37pm:&lt;/b&gt; start to walk .. saw  a friend coming back home on the bike .. frantic calls to him .. three  words uttered .. ‘Need to Vote!’ .. one Q asked .. ‘where’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;Guided him all the way to there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.43pm:&lt;/b&gt; at the gates of my voting  booth. 17 min left .. still time! Aah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.45  – 4.50: &lt;/b&gt;searched all possible lists lying on the table (while  fighting the crowd that wasn’t cooperating). Couldn’t find my name  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;Arrey aise kaise .. I am NOT gonna  give up .. asked the mamu to look if any more lists were remaining ..  and voila .. one last list comes  out from under the table! And  there it is! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.52  – 4.55pm:&lt;/b&gt; note down the number .. run to find the room I have  to vote in .. oh man .. just realized it’s the last one! Ran like  crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.55pm:&lt;/b&gt; there I am .. 1 more  person ahead of me .. show my number .. show my identity card .. get  the ink mark on my left hand’s finger .. the person ahead of me is  done voting .. I am asked to go ahead and cast mine too .. wow .. there  are soooo many goddamn parties with weirdest of symbols .. spot the  candidate I want to vote for .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.57pm:&lt;/b&gt; cast my maiden vote  as a responsible citizen of India! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;Dunno about you all but it was exhilarating  .. was proud to have exercised my right! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt; And I’d like to think, that with  that last vote, I probably tipped the vote scale thereby making my chosen  candidate win! ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-3256680442954906072?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3256680442954906072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=3256680442954906072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/3256680442954906072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/3256680442954906072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2009/04/by-power-vested-in-me.html' title='By the power vested in me!'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-1827842396936245601</id><published>2008-11-06T21:14:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:32:07.948+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landmark days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishYlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brilliant plans'/><title type='text'>Places to visit before I die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I have finally decided to put down all the cities/countries that I want to visit around the world before I die. And they are as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;1. Paris (make that entire France)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;2. London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;3. Berlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;4. parts of Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;5. Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;6. Goa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;7. Poland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;8. Amsterdam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;9. Brazil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;10. Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;11. Sweden (only to meet &lt;a href="http://thetabetazeta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gau&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;12. Venezuela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;13. entire England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;14. okay .. make that the ENTIRE world!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;but 1st I want to start off with backpacking across Europe! Gau .. let's do it before we get married da .. who knows whom we're gonna land up with!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-1827842396936245601?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1827842396936245601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=1827842396936245601&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/1827842396936245601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/1827842396936245601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/11/places-to-visit-before-i-die.html' title='Places to visit before I die'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-5804384339000691774</id><published>2008-10-26T18:29:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:53:30.685+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brilliant theories'/><title type='text'>Intro to cyanide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I totally forgot to mention in the previous 2 comic strip posts that they have been inspired by the comic strip - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/1442/"&gt;Cyanide and Happiness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. I did not realize that many people might know about it. (check Bhushan's comments on my chatbox! No Bhushan, I am not going crazy!! I just happen to be a Cyanide fan :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyanide_and_Happiness"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; what Wikipedia has to say about this kinda humour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The style of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cyanide and Happiness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; is best described as dark, cynical, often offensive, and exceedingly irreverent. Frequent topics of humor include &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" class="mw-redirect" &gt;disabilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;, rape, cancer, murder, suicide, necrophilia, pedophilia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" class="mw-redirect" &gt;sexual deviancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" class="mw-redirect" &gt;sexually transmitted diseases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" class="mw-redirect" &gt;self-mutilation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;, nihilism and violence. The comic does not always have a definite punchline in each strip, or may have several panels of "awkward silence" after (or instead of) the punchline, with characters simply staring at each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Try reading the comic. It seems that very few people enjoy it and hence are unable to appreciate the humor present. I personally find it hilarious :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A big thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://fairmaidenintrouble.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arnold&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; for introducing me to Cyanide :) My dream of making at least one comic strip has already been realized :D and yes, I will try to think of my very own comic strip with my very characters :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anyone interested is most welcome to collaborate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-5804384339000691774?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5804384339000691774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=5804384339000691774&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/5804384339000691774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/5804384339000691774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/10/intro-to-cyanide.html' title='Intro to cyanide'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-587936101485538765</id><published>2008-10-24T02:10:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-24T02:17:52.156+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon strip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='others share credit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artistic skills'/><title type='text'>Smoky Cyanide</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here's what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fairmaidenintrouble.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Arnold's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Cyanide idea and my artistic skills result in :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Enjoy madi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUsYZ9aiTNg/SQDinDMYFtI/AAAAAAAAAXM/SGu_Hgqgr64/s1600-h/smoking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUsYZ9aiTNg/SQDinDMYFtI/AAAAAAAAAXM/SGu_Hgqgr64/s400/smoking.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260453525268731602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-587936101485538765?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/587936101485538765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=587936101485538765&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/587936101485538765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/587936101485538765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/10/cyanide.html' title='Smoky Cyanide'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUsYZ9aiTNg/SQDinDMYFtI/AAAAAAAAAXM/SGu_Hgqgr64/s72-c/smoking.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-4329936728531920595</id><published>2008-10-23T03:09:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-23T03:18:23.548+05:30</updated><title type='text'>bah!!</title><content type='html'>why is no one commenting on my new comic strip?? :(&lt;br /&gt;people are no longer reading my blog!! :(  readers o readers! where art thou??&lt;br /&gt;Arnoldo! No one understands Cyanide like we do! :(&lt;br /&gt;To hell with the majority! We love Cyanide :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: yes yes .. i will do your Cyanide ideas too!! not "do them" but doodle them :P alrighty Arnoldo? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-4329936728531920595?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4329936728531920595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=4329936728531920595&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/4329936728531920595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/4329936728531920595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/10/bah.html' title='bah!!'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-8906143436252386326</id><published>2008-10-16T01:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-16T01:31:54.262+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jaded'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon strip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artistic skills'/><title type='text'>Cyanide and Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUsYZ9aiTNg/SPZMFqJ8PJI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Zg8KODun_pU/s1600-h/CnH_ruchi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUsYZ9aiTNg/SPZMFqJ8PJI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Zg8KODun_pU/s400/CnH_ruchi.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257473275100675218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kindly click on the picture to maximize! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-8906143436252386326?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8906143436252386326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=8906143436252386326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/8906143436252386326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/8906143436252386326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/10/cyanide-and-me.html' title='Cyanide and Me!'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUsYZ9aiTNg/SPZMFqJ8PJI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Zg8KODun_pU/s72-c/CnH_ruchi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-7133118833494387233</id><published>2008-10-04T00:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:39:52.732+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jaded'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blues'/><title type='text'>Taggy tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was tagged loooong back .. but felt like doing it only today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So here goes.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1. Last movie seen in a theatre: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;21 -- all about blackjack and mon-eigh! i love mo-neighhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2. What book are you reading?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;50 companies that changed the world - damn ..i had to return it to the library today :| &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3. Favourite board game: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;chinese checkers and monopoly - i told u .. i love mo-neigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;4. Favourite magazine: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;that's easy .. Reader's Digest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;5. Favourite smells: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I like aromas! not smells! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;6. Favourite sound: the thump in hip hop music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;7. Worst feeling in the world: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;to know that he/she is never coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; (and no .. its not all about boyfriends or girlfriends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;8. What is the first thing you think of when you wake up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;need sleep :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;9. Favourite fast food place: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mommy's Kitchen .. she cooks up soooper fast!! and soooooper tasty! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;10. Future child’s name: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I think I will just call the kid "specimen A" .. and then when the kid's 16, will let him/her choose what he/she wants .. how's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;11. Finish this statement, “If I had a lot of money I’d…” : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Travel. Read. Eat. Write. Photograph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;12. Do you drive fast? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mum thinks yes, dad says m too slow .. i think m just fine people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;13. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;14. Do you eat the stems on broccoli? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i dont eat broccoli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;15. Storms - Cool or Scary? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;16. If you could dye your hair any colour, what would be your choice? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;streaks of blue, then purple, then burgundy .. and when i have no excitement in life, I shall get some shocking pink too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;17. Name all the different cities/towns you have lived in: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Delhi, Gurgaon, Nasik, Indore, Pune, Mysore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;18. Favourite sports to watch: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;figure skating, skate boarding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;19. One nice thing about the person who sent this to you: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pragmatic...... wayyyyyyyy tooooooooo pragmatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;20. What’s under your bed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;nothing .. i think there's a folding bed tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;21. Would you like to be born as yourself again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yes indeed! Just wid a different course to take in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;22. Morning person or night owl? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;me be an Afternoon person!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Afternoon people rule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;23. Over easy or sunny side up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sunny side up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;24. Favorite place to relax: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;25. Favorite ice cream flavor: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Chocolate. But I would like to maintain that I like every flavor ice cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;26. You pass this tag to – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;whoever is willing to take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;27. Among people you tag, who do you think is going to respond the fastest? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;let's see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-7133118833494387233?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7133118833494387233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=7133118833494387233&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/7133118833494387233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/7133118833494387233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/10/taggy-tagged.html' title='Taggy tagged!'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-676243183805322801</id><published>2008-10-03T23:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:48:31.421+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unknown forces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am v.v.pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as I know it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blues'/><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;They say you cry when you are full of joy.&lt;br /&gt;But today I cry in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;                                                              - RT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a really frustrating day. I didn't know Fridays could screw you like it did today.&lt;br /&gt;I thought Fridays were everyone's friend! But its been a fiend to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost .. feel a loss .. a loss far greater than it seems to others.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fabulous appraisal today, I feel I have failed somewhere. This was not supposed to happen.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to live a very fulfilling and fruitful life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I am not dead yet. But someday I will be. And on that day, just moments before I head to the other world, I don't want to regret this loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Someone snatched my drug away,&lt;br /&gt;And now its price I have to pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;                                                  - RT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-676243183805322801?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/676243183805322801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=676243183805322801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/676243183805322801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/676243183805322801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/10/they-say-you-cry-when-you-are-full-of.html' title=':('/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-6255049372146890726</id><published>2008-01-12T00:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:14:30.918+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subtle humour'/><title type='text'>It's not that hard to imagine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154302679293255314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUsYZ9aiTNg/R4fC-mgeXpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/sKj76Rmyrb8/s400/19860621.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am .. standing at the bus stop .. waiting for the uncomfortable vehicle to come pick me up for work at 7.30 am .. my colleague Craig starts talking about one of his projects .. and about his onsite manager .. the work relates to Bank of Switzerland .. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Craig:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know why I always end up calling it Bank of Scotland instead of Bank of Switzerland!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; maybe coz deep down u can feel scotland calling u..... &lt;i&gt;bagpipes start playing .. scottish bagpipers in kilts surround the scene&lt;/i&gt; .. the scottish winds blow all the way to you and coo softly in ur ears only to entice u into flying away with them ..... to the faaaaar away land of Scots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Craig:&lt;/strong&gt; er .. its coz the onsite manager is scottish and my name is of scottish origin .. atleast that's what she said!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;i&gt;phew...&lt;/i&gt; That was deep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Craig:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;i&gt;stares at the long road behind us .. as though lost in reverie .. scottish reverie?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know ...... here comes the bus &lt;i&gt;da&lt;/i&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we both climb into the damned and massive container .. heady from the all the &lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morning talk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and not &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enigma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; playing on our iPods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; For those who didn't understand the connection between the comic strip and the above episode .. well .. I am not explaining it!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-6255049372146890726?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6255049372146890726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=6255049372146890726&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/6255049372146890726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/6255049372146890726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-not-that-hard-to-imagine.html' title='It&apos;s not that hard to imagine.'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUsYZ9aiTNg/R4fC-mgeXpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/sKj76Rmyrb8/s72-c/19860621.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-7346058385691943888</id><published>2007-08-16T00:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-16T00:52:21.638+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jaded'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am v.v.pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as I know it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Being serious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yesterday was the Independence Day. How is one supposed to feel? Liberated? Free-spirited? Unconstrained? Footloose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel wasted .. useless and wasted .. and no, I am NOT drunk :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no sense of purpose and have still not found my calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 2 weeks from now  I will be 2 days into the training on my new job. There is seemingly a lot to do. But I just don't feel like doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, most of my time is devoted to the net, movies and music. And to say that I am done being idle and with nothing serious to do would be an understatement. Just how many movies can a person watch for   sixty eight consecutive days??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My energy reserves are not being utilized in ways I would appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a restless person. I always need something or the other to keep me occupied. And satisfaction is what I have related to the phrase being serious. As long as I am serious about whatever I do, I have felt content. But ever since the last of engineering exams was over I stopped caring about anything. I have had the same pathetic routine to be followed religiously every single day of my pre-work break. I do nothing I can call worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically, my vacation is really getting to me! I have lost all seriousness in whatever I do. :| and its NOT a nice feeling. Even though I have been subjected to so many changes lately, it seems like nothing would motivate me. I just wouldn't charge into action any longer and give it all I have. Or maybe dealing with my changed status quo is the cause for all this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I do not like it. Maybe I do need that round of drinks I am always being offered. And I would like to be serious again. Seriously! :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-7346058385691943888?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7346058385691943888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=7346058385691943888&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/7346058385691943888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/7346058385691943888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/08/being-serious.html' title='Being serious.'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-1763229844951023490</id><published>2007-07-23T02:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-23T02:59:08.344+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landmark days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='budday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happYness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brilliant plans'/><title type='text'>Little Miss Innocent turns 22 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today, I am looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. painting the town &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. getting drunk&lt;br /&gt;3. dancing all night&lt;br /&gt;4. being asked "&lt;i&gt;you and me babe .. how about it?&lt;/i&gt; ;)"&lt;br /&gt;5. Eating chocolate cake with ice cream :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, I look forward to many many things which never materialize when I want them to :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hell with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-1763229844951023490?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1763229844951023490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=1763229844951023490&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/1763229844951023490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/1763229844951023490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-miss-innocent-turns-22.html' title='Little Miss Innocent turns 22 :)'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-7236757147059543707</id><published>2007-07-19T00:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-19T13:26:17.742+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landmark days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as I know it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happYness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brilliant plans'/><title type='text'>Here comes the hot-stepper!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Time and again I have been proved wrong in thinking one thing .. that I might actually be able to dance! :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you scan my playlists on media player you will find one dedicated to dance music (mainly club, techno, a lil bit of reggae, hip-hop and salsa mixes) .. brimming with (I cannot guarantee the latest but) some really groovy tunes you can shake your booty to. Many have been surprised/shocked by this revelation. Getting jiggy may be encoded in my gray cells but somehow my body fails to decipher and execute it. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the initial stages of growing up I used to be forced to dance with everyone at the weddings and birthday parties. The main, nay, the &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; force behind all this was me mums (who loves to dance and is the life of every party). Well, this is one case where daughter unlike mother. (Oye! That was only for the dancing part, you jerk! I still am the life of the &lt;i&gt;parteh&lt;/i&gt; in my own unique way :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that era passed and I entered the teeny bopper stage, where I would be nagged again, by my contemporaries this time. But it proved to be more difficult. No amount of persuasion was going to make me put even my little foot finger on the dance floor. Not even the convincing look in the eyes of the cutest guy around .. not even when he tried to pull me up from where I was seated towards himself. (okay .. it was &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; like that :P) And I guess if &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; could not make me dance, nothing else ever would. But I suspect that happened only because it was much later that I realized the guy was totally hot. And yes, I regret that moment till this day :( If I meet him any day now, I definitely want a dance with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving ahead, it was a dormant period and nobody tried any stunts with me until the end-of-teens. By this time I had &lt;i&gt;started&lt;/i&gt; to become a little open to the idea of shaking one’s body alongside total strangers united together for their common passion for dance (or whatever). And hence had quite a few groovy sessions. My favorite would be a particular rain dance and a phase of craziness at 2 am on a certain night (which i shall delve into later) ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really like to move to the sounds of bolly and most Punjabi remixes. But it so happens that whenever I gather courage to show my in-ability, the DJ will promptly start belting out one of the many Punjabi remixes :| and now that I’m on the floor I can’t just move away and hence have to utilize my non-existent skills to gyrate to something I detest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d really like to learn salsa .. that’s one of the things on my &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;to-do-before-I-die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; list. I’ve been made an offer for the same by two different individuals on two different occasions. And this time, I am seriously going to consider them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve heard of bathroom singers. But I am a bathroom (actually, just my room) dancer. The status has actually risen from the mute spectator to “room” dancer to the &lt;i&gt;courageous&lt;/i&gt; one trying to move on the dance floor. But hey, atleast now I am &lt;i&gt;trying&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think two/two-and-a-half drinks ought to prepare me to unleash the &lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;factor in DANCE (that’s right .. no R in dance hence I don’t think I can ever unleash that non-existent power of mine :|)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, wherever he might be, I’d like that afore-mentioned guy to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You broke my heart,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I couldn't dance.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't even want me around,&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm back, to let you know,&lt;br /&gt;I can really shake 'em down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can mash-potato,&lt;br /&gt;And I can do the twist.&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me baby,&lt;br /&gt;Do you like it like this? &lt;/i&gt;   ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Watch the whole thing &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=RD_jpPkrXbE"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I think it is time I brought the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;factor into dance. Period.&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/33762775-7236757147059543707?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7236757147059543707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=7236757147059543707&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/7236757147059543707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/7236757147059543707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/07/here-comes-hot-stepper.html' title='Here comes the hot-stepper!'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-5207918315765406884</id><published>2007-07-10T16:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-10T16:11:36.692+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jaded'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am v.v.pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>je vous déteste :x</title><content type='html'>I hate you o zukaam.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you make me feel.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to affect me so??&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what's the deal?! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I cannot stand you&lt;br /&gt;and I certainly cannot sleep,&lt;br /&gt;when all you do is trouble my nose&lt;br /&gt;and cause sneezes that make me weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could find another prey&lt;br /&gt;and leave me all alone,&lt;br /&gt;so I can have all the frozen delights&lt;br /&gt;and my favourite ice-cream cone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-5207918315765406884?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5207918315765406884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=5207918315765406884&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/5207918315765406884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/5207918315765406884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/07/je-vous-dteste-x.html' title='je vous déteste :x'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-595209302369239254</id><published>2007-07-01T14:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:17:07.564+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jaded'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='w.m.m.w.t'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P.o.C'/><title type='text'>My name is .. uh .. never mind :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have a lovely name .. Ruchi. Its short and sweet. The reason my mom chose a short name was that no one is ever able to mar the same, thereby, saving me from any embarrassments that might arise from twisted nicks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life was not to stop at that. Today, handful of people are just NOT ready to address me by my name. :| .. and this thankfully happens mostly on g&lt;i&gt;talk&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us begin with &lt;a href="http://p0isondoux.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gayatri&lt;/a&gt;, a.k.a, Pinky (:P :P). To her I am either &lt;i&gt;bitch&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;biyatch&lt;/i&gt;. If she uses my name I instantly know something’s wrong with her.&lt;br /&gt;So it’s always: &lt;i&gt;bitch! Send me d pix! ; bitch! Wotcha doin? ; u bitch! How could you do that?!&lt;/i&gt; and this doesn’t stop at just g&lt;i&gt;talk&lt;/i&gt; .. it very well continues in real life also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, one fine evening, I am christened &lt;i&gt;kinksta&lt;/i&gt; (origin: kinky) by gayatri and shruti .. don't ask me for any dirty details :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;a href="http://thetabetazeta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gauri&lt;/a&gt; or miss G has this weird syndrome of nicknaming every individual she knows, never once calling them by their names. I call this the &lt;i&gt;G syndrome&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So amongst both of us we have a range of nicks we use for others.&lt;br /&gt;However, G loves being G and so she will not leave &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; out either!&lt;br /&gt;So for her I am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;auntyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;uncleeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;jaanu&lt;br /&gt;abbeyyyy&lt;br /&gt;Oye!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, &lt;i&gt;kinky&lt;/i&gt; :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also drama queens .. big ones at that. So our chosen form of addressing also includes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;karamjali&lt;br /&gt;kalmuhi&lt;br /&gt;behaya&lt;br /&gt;besharam&lt;br /&gt;badtameez!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this she uses for both the sexes &lt;i&gt;sans&lt;/i&gt; any transformation. (yes abhijit, I know what you’re going through!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For a dearest friend I am her &lt;em&gt;bhawra &lt;/em&gt;while she is my &lt;em&gt;philower &lt;/em&gt;:| (it was totally her idea to take our relationship of best friends to another &lt;em&gt;level&lt;/em&gt;  :| )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There are some others who get a little out of hand and try their luck with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;babyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;honeyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;lowwe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dahling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chweetie pie&lt;br /&gt;doll&lt;/em&gt; (egawds!)&lt;br /&gt;what’s with you guys?! They’re meant to irritate me of course .. and well, I do it to people for the same reason! :D anyway, they are passé now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few others would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kudiye&lt;br /&gt;sohniye &lt;/em&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;bum&lt;br /&gt;Picky fish!&lt;/i&gt; (courtesy my stat msg and my own temperament)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff that I have been called is, well, not appropriate to be disclosed here in public! :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all of the above I’d pick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Picky fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; to be my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best I have been called is .....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;N&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;arcotic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; because, apparently, I’m addictive! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-595209302369239254?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/595209302369239254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=595209302369239254&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/595209302369239254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/595209302369239254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-name-is-uh-never-mind.html' title='My name is .. uh .. never mind :|'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-5225602408331790999</id><published>2007-06-28T02:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-28T02:29:49.577+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='w.m.m.w.t'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crapp'/><title type='text'>So beta .. what is it that you do? ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Okay .. so I never intended to do this post but I have nothing better to do and  miss G has been pushing me to blog about something/anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ever since I was a little kid I have loved huge gatherings .. be it weddings (the kind you have in Delhi), dinners, lunches/brunches. The idea is to have, great food of course, and a lot of people around who know how to have a good time :) However, times change and suddenly you are not a little kid anymore. You realize that you are nearing that dreadful stage .. the marriageable age (or THE age).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then you also realize that such family gatherings serve other not-so-nice purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now picture this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A lavish affair going on somewhere in the suburbs of Delhi (yes I love that place and cannot stop mentioning it in almost every post of mine!!) lets make it a dinner  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;parteh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt; .. I love dinners :D .. and its someone’s wedding anniversary. So there are a lot of people present .. most know each other .. and those of you who don’t need not fret .. by the end of the evening you will have gotten acquainted with atleast 5 couples .. the number might increase if you have kids of THE age. However, the number is also subject to availability. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You will find several groups of women .. lets call them “The Social Butterflies” (TSB).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now enter a young eligible bachelor. He’s just an average guy .. not a stunner and definitely not the don’t-show-me-your-face kinds. Just a normal guy called Kabir (no I don’t know any Kabir .. I just happen to like the name)And one of the TSBs mentions that Kabir is an engineer (hmm .. an engineer! I wonder what’s his package…) Every lady within the radius of 10feet will start inching closer to hear what more she has to say.And so, before the night ends EVERY lady in the house will know:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;His name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;His parents' name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;His profession &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;His parents' profession &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Rest of his family members &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Clandestine affairs, if applicable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And what are some mums thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum 1&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;i&gt;(has a daughter in 2nd year)&lt;/i&gt;: Kabir makes it to her list of bachelors-to-be-considered-after-some-time-has-passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum 2&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;i&gt;(has a daughter in final year)&lt;/i&gt;: aaahh! She tries to get introduced to him and his parents and before they know it they have been invited to dinner the very next day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum 3&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;i&gt;(has a daughter older to Kabir)&lt;/i&gt;: enquires if he has eligible AND older brothers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And dads are normally not bothered about all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The same goes for a gal (of THE age) .. let’s call her Ria .. an average girl .. but since this is a gala dinner she has taken special care in dressing herself up .. so basically she is one of the many showstoppers treading the grounds. The same situation repeats (as was with Kabir). Additionally, the ladies will also scrutinize her: walk, talk, expressions, ensemble, make-up, accessories, hair, footwear .. everything to the last detail! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And don’t you HATE it when women do that? They'll do it everywhere .. at parties, on morning/evening walks, in restrooms at a multiplexes/malls .. Literally check you out! Ugghh .. I’d rather be checked out by a stunner with brains and etiquettes! And this I speak on behalf of both the sexes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;All this while when you met new people and your parents got you introduced to some kids it was  just so that you could have some company and leave them to have a great time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;  sans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt; you. But NOW (THE age) when they introduce you to someone (read guy/girl .. and mums will do that only if she approves of him/her) you know where its heading! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well, if you’re interested you’ve hit jackpot, else, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-5225602408331790999?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5225602408331790999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=5225602408331790999&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/5225602408331790999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/5225602408331790999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-beta-what-is-it-that-you-do.html' title='So beta .. what is it that you do? ;)'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-341552222284663338</id><published>2007-06-24T13:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-24T22:26:49.941+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crapp'/><title type='text'>1 AM and lack of entertainment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;An excerpt of a text chat with &lt;a href="http://thetabetazeta.blogspot.com/"&gt;my lowwe!&lt;/a&gt; ;)&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Gau baby .. we have elevated from pardners in crime to poets in rhyme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt; kya kar rahi hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/i&gt;intezaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;GP:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kiska?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;me:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ki kab aayega mera sapno ka rajkumar&lt;br /&gt;jis se karti hoon main pyaar&lt;br /&gt;aur mujhe abhi chalani hai meri car&lt;br /&gt;so that i can drive upto the nearesht bar&lt;br /&gt;called "highway shtar"&lt;br /&gt;and order an apple martini baar baar&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GP:&lt;/strong&gt; and then teri maa kar degi tere liye band tere ghar ka dwaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; agar main pahunchi wapas subah baj ke chaar&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;GP:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tu reh jayegi fir life mein banke bekaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt; haan .. waise bhi bekaar ban ne ke bahane hain hazaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;GP:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; baat to hain dumdaar&lt;br /&gt;aur tumko bhi hain ikraar&lt;br /&gt;kya tumhare dil aur dimaag GPin ho rahi hain takraar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;me:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; haan .. kyunki main hu sun ne ko bekaraar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GP:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt; fikar na karo... hum bhi hain dildaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;me:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; toh kya tumse kar lu main aankhen chaar?&lt;br /&gt;and forget the rajkumar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;GP:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pehle jaa ke aau...jamna paar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;me:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yeh shame kyu yaar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GP:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt; aur proove karke batao ki P = I square R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;me:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kya hoga agar main gayi haar?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GP:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt; tum nahi harogi...tum to ho samajhdaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;me:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shayad yahi hai geeta ka saar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GP:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt; ab maan jaao humari baat... na karo inkaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;me:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; uthao apne hathyar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GP:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt; ho jaao tayyaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;GP:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kyunki shayad tumhe finally ho gaya hai pyaar&lt;br /&gt;ab kaun hai woh yaar...jise tumne banaya dildaar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt; uske paas toh hai daaru ka bhandaar&lt;br /&gt;jis se main kamei hu pyaar&lt;br /&gt;par khabardaar!&lt;br /&gt;mat koshish karna humare beech dalne ko deewaar!&lt;br /&gt;nahi toh bhej denge tumhe to a land which is faaaaaaaar&lt;br /&gt;jahan milega khaane ko bas pyaaz aur achaar :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GP:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt; issse pehle ki tum humein kahi bhejo... hum ho jayenge faraar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;toh goodnite, shubhratri, shabba khair mere yaar!&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-341552222284663338?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/341552222284663338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=341552222284663338&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/341552222284663338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/341552222284663338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/06/1-am-and-lack-of-entertainment.html' title='1 AM and lack of entertainment!'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-1634911049675779169</id><published>2007-06-16T23:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:47:22.556+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landmark days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happYness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brilliant plans'/><title type='text'>CUT LOOOOOOOOOOOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Finished with the lasht theory paper of my engineering course today!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yayyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a few laughs with the gang in college after the paper .. had a few rolls on my way home .. some new roll house has opened up near my place .. but the rolls weren't upto the mark .. some pals planned a club night tonight .. and guess who didn't go?? hmph!&lt;br /&gt;so much for finishing off the 39th written exam of engineering!!!!! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway .. came home .. saw Bheja Fry (its a movie .. for all u ignorant bachhas) .. really really awesome movie!! i lowwwed it :D&lt;br /&gt;then hogged like a pig .. then here i am .. online .. just finished sending daddy a budday e-card AND a father's day e-card .. his budday's tomorrow and for the phusht time he isn't here with us :( .. i am missing him  :( ................ couldn't even get through to him on his cell ..... i think he isn't back from the museum yet ..... ohh he's in Germany btw and he went to the &lt;a href="http://www.museum-mercedes-benz.com/"&gt;Mercedes benz museum&lt;/a&gt; in Stuttgart today!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway .. i already have a lotta blog drafts lined up .. let us see how many get to see the light of your eyes ;)&lt;br /&gt;and i have 6 paperbacks lined up for me to read .. and some more online books .. and lotsa movies to be seen&lt;br /&gt;BUTTT .. phusht and foremost i need to go SHOPPING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i need everything new!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't u think i deserve it?? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-1634911049675779169?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1634911049675779169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=1634911049675779169&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/1634911049675779169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/1634911049675779169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/06/cut-looooooooooose-d.html' title='CUT LOOOOOOOOOOOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;D'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-2091045916159431573</id><published>2007-05-31T22:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-05T23:54:59.904+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am v.v.pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brilliant theories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Gtalk is a BITCH!! :x</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It makes you an addict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It makes you lose your sanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It keeps you online for hours together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It makes you change your display pic @ of 4 pix per 10 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It tricks you in every possible way there is!! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It blinds you completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That's Gtalk for you people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;How to know you're a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;addict?? (I "discovered" it today .. and I won't call it serendipity : for it wasn't, in the least, pleasant!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So I was online and a pal had the following status message displayed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;glisten glisten!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now for the test. How would you read it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Normal people will read it as .. yes yes .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;glisten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;as in shine like a wet or polished surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Thank the heavens if THAT'S how you read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gtalk addicts will, however, beg to differ .. they view the above as: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yes .... you got that right ..... I was the one who saw the un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;able..... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;PS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If any of you visiting this page are gtalk addicts .. please say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;aye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; .. 'coz I feel ostracized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-2091045916159431573?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2091045916159431573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=2091045916159431573&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/2091045916159431573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/2091045916159431573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/05/gtalk-is-bitch-x.html' title='Gtalk is a BITCH!! :x'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-4501383156782401258</id><published>2007-05-26T01:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T12:27:38.258+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unnamed feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unknown forces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St.Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P.o.C'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am v.v.pissed'/><title type='text'>From worse to verse.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ask me not why this piece has been put into writing ..... Truth is, I do not know myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is a shaky ground where she stands,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;The road ahead is not one less travelled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet a panic grips her so tight.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unsure of all the vigour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;that every mortal thought she was blessed with,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;that effervescence, that confidence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;which had kept her alive,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;All sublimed like it never existed.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her soul curses her heart, her whole self.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes! Her soul curses her today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;The little voice in her head &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;implores her to let go,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it is not easy to do so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;With no will of her own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;she seems to be possessed by an unknown force.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palpitations of the heart and her ceasing breath,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;The answer, it seems, lies in her death.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Letting her die, I wish, hard it wouldn't be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;But at the end of the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am her, she is me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/33762775-4501383156782401258?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4501383156782401258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=4501383156782401258&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/4501383156782401258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/4501383156782401258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/05/from-worse-to-verse.html' title='From worse to verse.....'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-8192352643557577594</id><published>2007-05-22T20:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-23T13:11:19.057+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happYness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blues'/><title type='text'>Of Small Hours and Little Wonders!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We will only just remember how it feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Our lives are made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In these small hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;These little wonders,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;These twists &amp; turns of fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Time falls away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But these small hours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;These small hours still remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its pretty ironical that I came across &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=f1ra4OAYKeM"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; song exactly the day I was reminiscing about the days gone by .. leaving me with a weirdly nice kind of feeling which is inexplicable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It’s a track sung by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/”http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rob_Thomas_(musician)”"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Rob Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; (of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/”http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matchbox_20”"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Matchbox 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; fame) for the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/”http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meet_The_Robinsons”"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Meet the Robinsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; (an animation).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;small hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;” and the “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;little wonders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;” that Rob croons about are what constituted of happ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ness for me in the past week. These were the hours I spent with my friends, both old and new. And my "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;life was made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;" in "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;those twists and turns of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;". ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In retrospect last week was probably the best week of my life in the past few months. I spent quality time with 3 of the most amazing conversationalists I have ever come across (with 2 of them being extremely close friends of mine). And these well spent “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;small hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;” will probably see me through tough times that I may have to face in a few days. It’s always nice to know that there are people out there who genuinely care for you and would go to any lengths to help you out in distress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;They will lecture you about what a shitpiece of a wimp you are, how naïve you are, how unreasonable you are being and the very next moment they will be churning out master plans to bail you out of any dire straits that arise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I just want to thank these people (you know who you are) who were kind enough to grant me my very own “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;small hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;” and “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;little wonders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;”. I love you guys! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;PS: the link to the song stands corrected!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/33762775-8192352643557577594?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8192352643557577594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=8192352643557577594&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/8192352643557577594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/8192352643557577594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/05/of-small-hours-and-little-wonders.html' title='Of Small Hours and Little Wonders!'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-5863020551841961785</id><published>2007-05-14T13:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:17:15.594+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='m.D.q'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crapp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P.o.C'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brilliant theories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophizing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brilliant plans'/><title type='text'>Fate strikes back! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Referring to &lt;a href="http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/04/fate-or-something-like-it.html"&gt;a couple of posts&lt;/a&gt; back I'd like to let everyone know .. fate DOES exist!! I had my proof yesterday! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many plans you make OR alternatively avoid making any plans .. if something has to happen it sure as hell happens!&lt;br /&gt;Fate is pretty adjustable you see .. it will fit perfectly with your day's schedule .. any time, any place .. any where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are instances when it has a screwed up sense of timing!! Just like yesterday   :|&lt;br /&gt;Everything was PERFECT! Yet a minor detail had been overlooked! So it wasn't quite like I had anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Q now is .. if fate DID bring things together but not to the extent you would have liked .. do YOU then take the next steps?? or do you wait for fate to strike .. again?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-5863020551841961785?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5863020551841961785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=5863020551841961785&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/5863020551841961785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/5863020551841961785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/05/referring-to-couple-of-posts-back-id.html' title='Fate strikes back! ;)'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-3341202541274141766</id><published>2007-05-08T23:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:32:59.239+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Calling you.....</title><content type='html'>You guys HAVE TO hear &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=OsvoTkx1mQY&amp;mode=related&amp;search="&gt;this!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across the song accidentally and it's amongst my favourite ones at this moment! :-)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy people! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-3341202541274141766?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3341202541274141766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=3341202541274141766&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/3341202541274141766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/3341202541274141766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/05/calling-you_08.html' title='Calling you.....'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-1785579865834953656</id><published>2007-05-07T16:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:14:31.611+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Murphy's law personified!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUsYZ9aiTNg/Rj8IYKpJt2I/AAAAAAAAABE/sc0NZJq22QE/s1600-h/b32.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;"Anything that can go wrong, will—at the worst possible moment"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUsYZ9aiTNg/Rj8GOKpJt1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/XzuKF-HpplQ/s1600-h/b5.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061771346632619858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUsYZ9aiTNg/Rj8GOKpJt1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/XzuKF-HpplQ/s400/b5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The blown up version of the incurable gash:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUsYZ9aiTNg/Rj8ED6pJtzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hjz3qLCjRKY/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061768971515705138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUsYZ9aiTNg/Rj8ED6pJtzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hjz3qLCjRKY/s400/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Why me God?? Why???!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-1785579865834953656?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1785579865834953656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=1785579865834953656&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/1785579865834953656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/1785579865834953656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/05/murphys-law-personified.html' title='Murphy&apos;s law personified!!'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUsYZ9aiTNg/Rj8GOKpJt1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/XzuKF-HpplQ/s72-c/b5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-357539306391102311</id><published>2007-05-04T00:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:43:11.115+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blues'/><title type='text'>What in the world .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;..... can make a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-eyed girl turn &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;At the moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. fate (She'll find out soon if it does or not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. things taking too long to get over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. the months of May and June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. not being able to read enough good books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. not being able to write in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. not being able to go where she wants to (at the moment: Delhi and Germany)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. not being able to meet whom she wants to (at the moment: her best mate Kabu whom she hasn't seen for over a year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. not being able to do what she wants to (at the moment: finish writing an incomplete piece ; going on a long drive all by herself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. the unbearable heat and sudden power cuts = no AC, no TV, no &lt;em&gt;moozheek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. the society roads (make riding a bike hell .. its like taking part in one of those quarry races : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. the &lt;em&gt;gol-guppe&lt;/em&gt; she had round the corner of her block (makes her think of Dilli again and again :(( )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. movies she cannot find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. CDs/DVDs she's lost in the mess that surrounds her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. her boring boring (atleast according to her) wardrobe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p p="" div="" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-357539306391102311?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/357539306391102311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=357539306391102311&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/357539306391102311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/357539306391102311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-in-world.html' title='What in the world .....'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-5956877310428969338</id><published>2007-04-27T22:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:17:24.225+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophizing'/><title type='text'>Fate ..... or something like it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hmmmm ..... I am waiting ..... waiting to know what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; has in store for me ..... that is, if it does infact exist! Just like it did in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serendipity_(film)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Serendipity&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;And for my first proof of fate's existence I need to wait for approx. 12 days more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Will let you all know if it DOES exist or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;PS:&lt;em&gt; If you havn't followed the above lines .. that's okay .. you were not meant to understand them anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you DID understand what I have just been saying .. pls pls pls don't kill me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/33762775-5956877310428969338?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5956877310428969338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=5956877310428969338&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/5956877310428969338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/5956877310428969338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/04/fate-or-something-like-it.html' title='Fate ..... or something like it.'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-8005023012928559687</id><published>2007-04-26T01:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-26T01:23:03.844+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brilliant plans'/><title type='text'>Of men, professions and tequila.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;So one evening I was sitting at the pool side with a couple of girl friends I'd met after a long long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Amidst all the updates on each of us the conversation drifted towards .. yes that's right .. guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It all started with who was seeing who and where and how they'd met them and why in the world did they then break up?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anyway, my pal was thinking of various sorta-unconventional professions each of us would like our men(yes men .. NOT boys :P) to be in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;AND for some reason all IIT, IIM, MIT, Stanford, HBS (and the likes of these) grads were strictly ruled out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;So we came up with a small list of our own:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt; A struggling artist (they make a cute sight!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt; An author  (no comments)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt; A Clock/WatchMaker (I'm sure you won't mind if his business house happens to be a Tag Heuer or a Fossil ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt; A fashion designer (no more wardrobe problems although one can't guarantee no wardrobe malfunctions!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt; An exotic chef/chef-cooking-exotic dishes in exotic places (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt; yummy in the tummy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dope peddlar (stoned already, eh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt; A bartender (shake, stir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;shot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;swirl?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt; A masseur (aaahhhhh, oooohhhh, awesome!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt; Kiss-and-tell prof.(who has also authored a bestseller named "The Know-how/art of kissing" AND has workshops spread across the globe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt; A pole dancer/stripper (anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well .. that's all we could come up with before the conversation drifted away into yet another direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;My personal favourite is a  combination of two of the above:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A masseur by day and a bartender by night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Got anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-8005023012928559687?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8005023012928559687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=8005023012928559687&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/8005023012928559687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/8005023012928559687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-men-professions-and-tequila.html' title='Of men, professions and tequila.....'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-2488610439407660267</id><published>2007-04-06T01:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-21T17:39:53.313+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brilliant plans'/><title type='text'>Caught in the act .. well .. almost! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Every time I hear anyone say the phrase “birthday party” I am reminded of my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;The word &lt;i&gt;birthday&lt;/i&gt; brings back several memories but the choicest of the lot is the one associated with this one party that happened in Gwalior a long, long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were 3rd graders then, my cousin and I. I had been packed off to Gwalior for the very first holiday on my own, where my &lt;i&gt;chachu-chachi&lt;/i&gt; were residing at that time.&lt;br /&gt;Early age to be holidaying around, don’t you think? Hehhe … but we had plenty of supervision over us so that we didn’t go astray. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However on one occasion we DID get away from the constant supervision of this maid my &lt;i&gt;chachi&lt;/i&gt; had employed to look over us kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time we had ventured outside the house, unattended. It was also the first time we had ever gate-crashed a party! ;) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we didn’t know that was what it was called!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was this birthday party going on in the neighbourhood. We’d been seeing all the preparations being made since noon. &lt;i&gt;Chachi&lt;/i&gt; was out to work as usual. So it was just the maid, my cuz (Neha) and I at home. We even gave her a hard time while she was trying to get us to take our usual siesta. But we simply refused to be put off to sleep. Not while we could see the house diagonally opposite to ours being decorated with balloons. (did I mention we used to luuuuuuurve balloons so much that we could die to have them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was around 5pm, our play time, and the maid was pretty tired as it is. She didn’t even take a second look at us when we popped in the kitchen to say that we were just going around the block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, over the years we have learnt that in order to gatecrash and NOT get caught one must be dressed for the occasion. However we’ve never had any such problems as we’ve always been well dressed kids. :)&lt;br /&gt;Hence it served doule purpose. We didn’t need to change, nor did anyone doubt our activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 5 minutes later we reached the targeted venue. The first thing we did was to make way towards the cake … funny how as kids we always know WHERE the cake’s going to be! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we just went inside … looking our best … no one still doubting us.&lt;br /&gt;There would be an occasional aunty/uncle pulling Neha’s or my own cheeks while uttering something as preposterous as &lt;i&gt;“hai!!!!! Kitne cute bachhe hain!!!!!”&lt;/i&gt; (oh!!what cute kids!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were just about to near the aunty serving the yummy mountain of &lt;i&gt;chocolat&lt;/i&gt; that lay before us. (I am leching already … albeit in my mind :( ;) )&lt;br /&gt;And then it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hand pulled me back. And my cousin, who was in front of me, had a shocked look on her face. I turned to take a look at the “shocker” and it was … no not the maid but my dearest &lt;i&gt;chachi&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No chance of getting the cake now! :|&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A=cake aunty ;)&lt;br /&gt;C=chachi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Oh hello Mrs.Tandon! How wonderful to see you! You look like you have just returned from work!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Yes indeed!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(me thinking … now toh we’re dead … no one can save us)&lt;br /&gt;Shit … hum log itna darr gaye thhey uss din … and we thought ki ab daant padegi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still no sign of cake. :|&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C to A:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;i&gt;arrey the kids had left Pooja’s birthday gift at home. I saw them leaving without it and so came in to hand it over.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you gonna give us the f***** cake or not??! :x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C to me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;i&gt;you should’ve waited  for me beta … and how careless you kids are becoming day by day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I remembered … we had actually been called for that party!&lt;br /&gt;Imagine … gatecrashing a party you’ve been invited to! :|  Dumb thing we forgot. The kid had just moved in. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still leching at the cake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt; arrey the gift isn’t running away … Mrs.Tandon please help yourself with the refreshments. You look tired and hungry! Meanwhile I will serve the kids with cake.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D  &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Our prayers were answered as we dug into the humongous pieces of cake we each got which I think was owing to the huge, fat package my aunt had brought in with her ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we DID meet Pooja and wished her … hogged, played, and danced … the works.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, quite an interesting evening! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-2488610439407660267?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2488610439407660267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=2488610439407660267&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/2488610439407660267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/2488610439407660267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/04/caught-in-act-well-almost.html' title='Caught in the act .. well .. almost! ;)'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-7619851669217539552</id><published>2007-03-28T22:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:32:54.746+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>The Blackout! (ver.2.0.3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NOTE: Another of my co-authored works .. this time with my dearest dearest mate :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://aplacecalledearth.blogspot.com/2007/03/blackout-ver-10.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is her version .. while the following is mine :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY READING! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sunny afternoon on my way to the lab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two strangers, A and G, towards their respective destinations, completely unaware of the shock fate had in store for them. And then it happened.... the lights went off... the elevator stopped mid-way with a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G,A in synch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;ohhhh shittt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;G:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; * after few seconds of silence and after their pupils adjusted to the dark * &lt;em&gt;Ok!! Do you have someone's number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;No... I really have to go.. I am feeling so suffocated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;G:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;K wait... I'll call someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; * on phone with Chandu, her project partner *....&lt;em&gt;Yaar hum lift mein atak gaye hai.. please call someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Chandu to Sh sir:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sir lift....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sh Sir(SS):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;चलो बचाने चलो ...!!&lt;/em&gt; (lets go help!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;SS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;helloooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;G:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;hellooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;I am really scared. I have to go jaldi se. I can't live in a suffocating environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;G:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (and I can!!) &lt;em&gt;Its ok... they're here. Wont take too long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Thank god you're with me... I dont know what I'd have done without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;G:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (yea yea....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Chandu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;कौनसे फलोर पे अटके हो ?&lt;/em&gt; (which floor are you guys stuck on?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;yaar... how the hell will I know???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Meanwhile... G and A getting introduced. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Didi, I am never gonna travel in this lift again. I hate suffocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(yea... like I'm loving it!) hmm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* SS meanwhile trying his best to open the door stuck between 3rd and 4th floor *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;SS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(screaming): कितने लोग हैं अन्दर ?? (how many of you inside the lift??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;अब्बे उस से तुमको क्या बे .. lift को खोलो !!&lt;/em&gt; (what the f*** do you care .. just open the damn lift!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;excuse me! this is sh sir .. who was that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chandu thinking to herself .. what the f*** was G thinking ..  साली खुद तो मरेगी , मुझेभी मरवाएगी .. how can she talk to sir like that?! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G to A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;listen .. u dont wanna die na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (sounding anxious) : &lt;em&gt;no didi .. i hate suffocation .. (screaming) please heeelllllppppppp someone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;SS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;how many of you???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(almost crying): &lt;em&gt;sir its two of us in here.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* meanwhile G shuts A's mouth lest she says anything further *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;G to A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(muffled voices): &lt;em&gt;listen .. and listen carefully .. i will not repeat this .. by the way .. which branch are u in??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* G loosens the fingers around A's mouth *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*sob sob*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Info Tech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* A's mouth sealed again *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;darna mat bacchon .. everything will be fine .. we are trying our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(muffled voice .. A's mouth still sealed): &lt;em&gt;good .. listen now .. if sir asks again who it was then you say you were the one .&lt;br /&gt;He is my project guide and never going to cross paths with you because you are not from his department .. badle mein i will treat you at the new pizza corner that has opened near the college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you decline this proposal AND if we happen to get out of this godforsaken lift i will as it is skin you alive .. or you will anyways die of suffocation and probably so will I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* meanwhile a bright light shone into their eyes .. the lights were back .. the fact that A didn't die after seeing G's bloodshot eyes was a miracle .. she quietly agreed to obey G's orders .. the lift arrived exactly two seconds later on the 4th floor .. the door opened and G ran for her life .. away from that maddening lift and the maddening girl .. SS arrived 3 seconds later on the scene *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;SS to A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;are you alright??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(still recovering from the shock): &lt;em&gt;huh-uh .. yes .. i th-think so .. &lt;/em&gt;(zapped look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;SS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;where's the other girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;uh-huh .. sir .. what sir .. which other girl??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;the other one .. there were two of you no??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;n-n-no sir .. there was only me in there .. you must have heard me talking .. i have a&lt;br /&gt;habit of talking to myself when stuck in enclosed spaces.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;hmm .. i thought i heard two different voices ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:&lt;em&gt; sir .. i dont know .. it was only me in there &lt;/em&gt;..... &lt;strong&gt;* faints *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;SS to Chandu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(who had followed SS to meet G): &lt;em&gt;just help me pls .. who had called u up?? do you know this girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Chandu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;uh-uh .. yes sir .. she is my distant cousin .. she had only called me up .. sorry sir but she has a little mental problem ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(before SS can open his mouth) ..... &lt;em&gt;sir pls dont ask about it .. we in our family do not like to talk about it ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* meanwhile Chandu spots G(who has caught her breath and looks like she's been hunting for someone) *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chandu to G:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;G.....where were you .. give me a hand, will you .. she has fainted again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ohh My God .. sure ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;girls u need any help??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G &amp; Chandu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (in unison): &lt;em&gt;NO SIR!! we'll take her from here ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chandu:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;thank you sir .. thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;SS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;no problem girls .. my doors are always open to you ..... * pause * ..... you may take&lt;br /&gt;the day off for today .. get back to me with the project updates tomorrow morning .. and take care of her&lt;/em&gt; (pointing suspiciously at A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G &amp;amp; Chandu:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;yes sir .. thank you sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* a few moments pass *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chandu:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; man G .. your neck was saved!! all thanks to this woman!!&lt;/em&gt; (looking adorably at her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;yeah .. damn .. Chandu I'll need to borrow some money for tomorrow if she becomes conscious again .. although she looks like she's in coma.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chandu:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(opens one eye): &lt;em&gt;no ..... she's not in coma .. she's with the drama club (a smirk on her face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chandu and G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(in unison): &lt;em&gt;WHAT??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A to G: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that treat better be good&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(stands up .. brushes off the dust from her salwar kameez .. picks up her bag and walks away gracefully .. Chandu and G looking at her with their eyes wide open and jaws dropped down)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/33762775-7619851669217539552?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7619851669217539552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=7619851669217539552&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/7619851669217539552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/7619851669217539552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/03/blackout-ver203.html' title='The Blackout! (ver.2.0.3)'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-234502139682295059</id><published>2007-03-24T18:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-24T20:36:37.973+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Heaven don't hear me :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;   When I read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://aplacecalledearth.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-day-10-years-ago.html"&gt;&lt;span&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;, nostalgia crept back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been more than 13 yrs since I parted with my beloved Del, my birthplace.&lt;br /&gt;We've been to approx. 3 cities post leaving Delhi and each time I was actually pretty excited at the prospect of discovering something new. And not for one moment I ever thought about going back to Del. Maybe I was too young to realize anything.&lt;br /&gt;But since the past 1.5 years the feeling of “going back” is getting stronger. This is both surprising and heart-wrenching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising because I have spent only 1st seven yrs of my life there and the visits back home have considerably reduced for me, reason being my studies and exams which always find way into days when there are functions like नाना नानी की golden anniversary being celebrated or one of my cousin bros getting married. So I am the ONLY one who stays back while everyone else makes their presence felt in दिल्ली।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last trip to Del was approx. 4 yrs back. The 3 weeks there consisted of meeting known and unknown relatives, finding out my 12th board marks, getting my 1st ever सलवार कमीज़s stitched in 3 different styles (churidar, patiala, parallels .. never wearing them more than once each .. not too fond of them .. they take away a certain part of me and I’m not too comfortable with that), going to CP (Connaught Place for the uninitiated) and other places. And ofcourse नानी&lt;i&gt;s&lt;/i&gt; place was awesome as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also met my 1st ever childhood friend. We’ve been catching up a lot lately. Listening to my rants about Del she has resolved to find me a nice पंजाबी मुंडा residing over there. She made me list down my specifications and she is on the lookout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not too sure if I ever want to live the rest of my life there.&lt;br /&gt;However, I DO know what I want to do/not do the next time I visit Del.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to meet unknown/long-lost relatives (unless there are some cute cousin bros) … only the closest family. I don’t want to sit at home watching TV … I don’t want people to say everytime they look at me "हाय! कितनी बड़ी हो गयी है !" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to visit every nook and corner of the city … from the ढाबाs to the discs to the smallest दुकान to the malls alike. I want to SEE Delhi. I want to FEEL Delhi. I want Delhi to treat me like her own … a Delhite! I want to see the night sky in Del … to me it will certainly look different. I want to experience Del to the  last drop of my blood so that I never ever forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I have been feeling so strongly about going back considering I haven’t really spent much time there. And it’s a heart-wrenching feeling. I feel pathetic thinking about it. All I know is that the harder I try to make my trip a reality the harder it is to realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for the day I will get to go back … go back to look at the house where I was born (the place has been sold now) … and I don’t even have a photograph…………..Go back to meet my friends ... see the city on my own … probably make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delhi beckons me and I am desperate to stand on that ground again that I once called home… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&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/33762775-234502139682295059?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/234502139682295059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=234502139682295059&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/234502139682295059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/234502139682295059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='Heaven don&apos;t hear me :('/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-6114903498823524295</id><published>2007-03-14T00:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-14T16:21:50.945+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='m.D.q'/><title type='text'>Million dollar Q.!</title><content type='html'>The million dollar Q. that I'd like to be answered right now is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How does one judge a man?? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-6114903498823524295?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6114903498823524295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=6114903498823524295&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/6114903498823524295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/6114903498823524295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/03/miilion-dollar-q.html' title='Million dollar Q.!'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-8914640555129070947</id><published>2007-03-06T22:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-06T22:55:57.083+05:30</updated><title type='text'>:x</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That's it!! I am NOT going to blog for ..... let's see how long I last!&lt;br/&gt;Such a hectic time .. project suddenly stopped working  &lt;i&gt;* waaaaaaaaannhhhhh *&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;This happens ONLY when the project competitions are a day too close!! :((&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;And 14 hours per day outside the house .. that's just getting to me .. not to mention .. the travelling even more so!! &lt;br/&gt;And I'd like to kick a few people in the arse.   :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-8914640555129070947?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8914640555129070947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=8914640555129070947&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/8914640555129070947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/8914640555129070947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/03/x.html' title=':x'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-5891598153555373458</id><published>2007-03-05T19:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-05T19:43:11.541+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ohh I loved it! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/03/05/fashion/shows/05FASHION.html"&gt;I'm looking and I'm liking! ;)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I just loved &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Galliano"&gt;John Galliano's&lt;/a&gt; theme!&lt;br/&gt;The first British designer to head a French haute couture house &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/LVMH"&gt;LMVH&lt;/a&gt;, he loves theatre and feminity and states:  "My role is to seduce!"&lt;br/&gt;Till date i wasn't aware of the designer .. my ignorance, I accept.&lt;br/&gt;And I just landed on this page because of meaningless navigation. But I liked what I saw and just wanted to put it up for all to see! :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And now that my cable provider is no longer airing Fashion TV I will have to satisfy myself with the pix from various creative shows on the net :(&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;And in case u're thinking I am an  fashion freak, the answer is NO!&lt;br/&gt;I am just an  ardent admirer of art in any form :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-5891598153555373458?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5891598153555373458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=5891598153555373458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/5891598153555373458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/5891598153555373458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/03/ohh-i-loved-it-d.html' title='Ohh I loved it! :D'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-7316673722310908712</id><published>2007-03-05T18:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-05T19:17:33.783+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This is down right ridiculous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://technology.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/tech_and_web/article1464355.ece"&gt;Trapped in a pop-up haze.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Read the above article  and you'll know why!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It is highly preposterous to know that some people &lt;i&gt;choose&lt;/i&gt; to remain ignorant in  today's world. Even when specialists belonging to the field come forward to testify! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyone who uses the Internet fairly regularly has, on more than one occasion, had the unfortunate opportunity to be bothered by the innumerable &lt;br/&gt;popups. &lt;br/&gt;Even more so on a machine that is NOT guarded by a firewall!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And in this case the institution DID NOT have a firewall (because apparently they hadn't paid the bill!!). And it all started with two kids visiting a harmless hairstyle site and were redirected to the  porn sites and the pop-up shower followed. And so the teacher (who was not even present there) was to be blamed!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ofcourse the teacher could have switched off the comp .. but while panicking she didn't.&lt;br/&gt;But does a 40 yrs in jail for this supposed "offence" sound fair enough??&lt;br/&gt;Jeez .. they can't even prove whether it was a deliberate mouse-click or a mere redirection to the porn site!! And they claim to be law makers who provide justice!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I say .. innocent until proven guilty!! And shame on that ignorant sect of body of law!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-7316673722310908712?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7316673722310908712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=7316673722310908712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/7316673722310908712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/7316673722310908712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-down-right-ridiculous.html' title='This is down right ridiculous!'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-8853536736976626715</id><published>2007-03-04T00:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-04T11:27:36.766+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P.o.C'/><title type='text'>Saure Gaure .. to keep you waiting! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Okay .. so I didn't want to write anything at all. But with the pestering  I was showered upon by my dearest dearest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;jaan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(its not what you think!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I just had to ..... :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So I was thinking what I would like to write about. And I thought that listing out my options here would be a  better idea instead. So in case my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;jaan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;anyone else for that matter would like to pester me for writing in the future, they would also have an option of choosing a topic! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A new fiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lovey-dovey convos with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;jaan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(aight .. I know you will hate that gau, won't you? or do you secretly wish for me to do that? :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Why I am pissed nowadays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The dude who proposes and me who opposes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My amazing taste in music, movies, food and absolutely everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My recent loss in appetite :| (very shocking indeed!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My daily hectic schedule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The prof who gave us a re-do for our ppt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Strawberries and passion or vice-versa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Serendipity - the movie and how it applies to real life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The old uncle I've seen roaming around in my locality every single day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My new found love - my laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My arguments   for why  I need more clothes, shoes,  accessories etc. but sadly my mom doesn't read blogs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That's it man .. I don't think I can come up with any more topics other than these at the moment! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And hey, Happy Holi to you all! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-8853536736976626715?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8853536736976626715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=8853536736976626715&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/8853536736976626715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/8853536736976626715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay.html' title='Saure Gaure .. to keep you waiting! ;)'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-6131130319314512889</id><published>2007-02-25T02:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-25T14:40:55.495+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crapp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P.o.C'/><title type='text'>Kill me if you have to!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just finished with what I would like to call an "overdose of mushy crap  with no plot at all". That is what is Mills and Boon all about!!&lt;br/&gt;This was my second attempt at painstakingly figuring out what the hype was all about. The first attempt being made in 8th grade when I was bored to the end of my wits after reading the first page and threw the book in the waste-bin, literally. That my cousin promptly fetched it out and cradled it with so much fondness and chided me with "you're-too-young-to-understand" crapp is another story.&lt;br/&gt;And this time I decided I was old enough, actually way too old, to attempt a second go at a catastrophic event like this!!&lt;br/&gt;I want to apologize to someone I told about my engrossment with M&amp;amp;B. "Why are you insulting your own intelligence?", I was warned but didn't heed the warning.&lt;br/&gt; And so, post-reading the P.o.C (Piece of Crapp), I vow never to let these     eyes wander upon another one of its likes. If I am spotted with any such P.o.C I should instantly be separated  from it. Kill me if you have to but don't let me read it again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-6131130319314512889?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6131130319314512889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=6131130319314512889&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/6131130319314512889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/6131130319314512889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/02/kill-me-if-you-have-to.html' title='Kill me if you have to!!'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-7188367194582661077</id><published>2007-02-24T16:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-24T17:09:01.498+05:30</updated><title type='text'>what would you have done?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If your status read "single" would you hook-up with absolutely anyone coming your way (read 'you are on a holiday and so &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; for the duration you are there you want a "partner" ') or would you rather wait to start a meaningful relationship?&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/33762775-7188367194582661077?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7188367194582661077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=7188367194582661077&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/7188367194582661077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/7188367194582661077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-would-you-have-done.html' title='what would you have done?'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-8769599824288921759</id><published>2007-02-22T21:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-22T21:57:05.090+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tp'/><title type='text'>I won, I won, I won!! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;okay .. however lame it may sound .. I won the inter-year word building competition at college today!! :D and I am down right excited about it!! :D&lt;br/&gt;yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!! :D &lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;* jumping up and down with the widest grin you've ever seen *&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-8769599824288921759?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8769599824288921759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=8769599824288921759&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/8769599824288921759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/8769599824288921759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-won-i-won-i-won-d.html' title='I won, I won, I won!! :D'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-4119139354724609176</id><published>2007-02-17T14:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-17T16:48:35.848+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tp'/><title type='text'>I can't think of a title! :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Alright! I am just back from watching Blood Diamond and I MUST say that Mr.Leonardo DiCaprio is a fantastic piece of work!! ;) :D&lt;br/&gt;The first movie of his I've seen on big screen .. apart from maybe umm .. Titanic .. but man .. this dude is something, alright! He's changed so much! Right from  titanic to catch me if u can to gangs of new york to blood diamond!! And I am certainly NOT complaining! ;)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But I am wondering about something .. two things actually.&lt;br/&gt;Why do most girls cry while watching movies and why don't most girls like action flicks?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The reason I am pondering over these two questions is that I was flanked on either side with one specimen of both kinds today, at the multiplex . So I am sitting there .. engrossed in the movie for most part .. turning only when this piece of crapp would start kicking my seat in the back. &lt;br/&gt;It was during one such head-turning moment I happened to spot this girl on my right crying away to glory. And I tried to analyze what could have possibly made her cry. And then it occured to me .. it was the sight of Leo nearing his end. He was on phone with Jennifer and I am sure she must have guessed that he was dying. But she never shed a tear .. and yet this girl .. half a world away .. is shedding her "precious drops of pearl" over a character that doesn't even exist!!&lt;br/&gt;Ok .. I am sick already .. so I'll just stop wondering about it this instant.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Another head-turning moment caused me to find the girl sitting on my left trying to cope with the heavy doze of violence being inflicted upon her, courtesy ....... ME!&lt;br/&gt;Had I known she doesn't like violent/action flicks I would have never dragged her for blood diamond. But c'mon .. if a Merc or an Audi isn't blown off to pieces, or bullet shots and firing taking place, or bikes zooming off .. with the riders displaying their stunts .. all within the 1st 15 seconds of the movie .. it seems like the movie isn't really going anywhere.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Now now .. I am not a hater of non-violent/non-action flicks .. its just that I'd prefer an MI:3 or a Tokyo Drift any day to a KANK or Titanic or any movie featuring Aishwarya Rai for that matter. &lt;br/&gt;But I can watch ANY movie (barring all of Aishwarya's) as long as I am watching it on big screen! :D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Okay .. I can't really talk about movies either so I'll just stop writing here!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-4119139354724609176?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4119139354724609176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=4119139354724609176&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/4119139354724609176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/4119139354724609176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-cant-think-of-title.html' title='I can&apos;t think of a title! :('/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-6689165235262221169</id><published>2007-02-16T00:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-16T01:12:19.585+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crapp'/><title type='text'>Don't ask me what I was thinking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;This is the  &lt;i&gt;(pls insert appropriate word/phrase)&lt;/i&gt; Q. of a lifetime .. MY lifetime atleast ;)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Q. What was it that the high school pass-out ask at the engineering desk put up at the edu.fair?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ans. To B.E. or not to B.E.??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;ok .. now over here .. you're supposed to throw back your heads and laugh .. or atleast pretend to do so :|&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;PS: this is the  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;i&gt;(pls insert appropriate word/phrase) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Q. of MY lifetime coz  I promise NEVER again 2 come up with such fundoo &lt;i&gt;sawaal  &lt;/i&gt;and equally fundoo&lt;i&gt; jawab &lt;/i&gt;;) .. ohh and btw .. this be an original one! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-6689165235262221169?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6689165235262221169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=6689165235262221169&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/6689165235262221169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/6689165235262221169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/02/dont-ask-me-what-i-was-thinking.html' title='Don&apos;t ask me what I was thinking!'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-2592741553434944846</id><published>2007-02-14T00:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-14T00:52:00.745+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tp'/><title type='text'>A Toast!</title><content type='html'>Today .. &lt;i&gt;* hic * ..&lt;/i&gt; I would like to raise a toast .. &lt;i&gt;* hic * .. &lt;/i&gt; to all the singles in this world .. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;May they not lose their heads anytime soon!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cheers!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;* hic *&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;PS: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;:D&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-2592741553434944846?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2592741553434944846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=2592741553434944846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/2592741553434944846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/2592741553434944846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/02/toast.html' title='A Toast!'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-1518115834037544169</id><published>2007-02-06T00:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:56:57.637+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tp'/><title type='text'>Sitting here wasted and wounded .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After the 4 day trip to the beaches I've been &lt;i&gt;vela/lukkha&lt;/i&gt; (idle) for over a week now .. I've been feeling wasted and empty .. and frankly .. today it finally got to me!&lt;br/&gt;Its killing me now .. I never thought I'd say that about being idle! But there .. I've said it!&lt;br/&gt;And I discovered something else today .. just reading one paragraph from Business Today suddenly made me feel sensible and worthy and that I wasn't wasting my life!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I feel I should continue reading it .. atleast read it occasionally to remind myself that I'm not a wasted being!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-1518115834037544169?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1518115834037544169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=1518115834037544169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/1518115834037544169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/1518115834037544169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/02/sitting-here-wasted-and-wounded.html' title='Sitting here wasted and wounded .....'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-7674377501193533209</id><published>2007-02-03T23:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:56:07.167+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>I'm not feeling so lucky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Why why why?????&lt;br/&gt;Why do I have to mess up Qs that I can answer articulately &lt;br/&gt;after a little thinking?????&lt;br/&gt;That too when the interviewer is from Google??!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is how it should be:&lt;br/&gt;you give the test -- you clear the test -- you proceed for a short round of HR interview -- you clear that -- you proceed to the technical round -- and after a long gruelling session of bombardments you screw up&lt;br/&gt;Now that's okay!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;and not:&lt;br/&gt;you give the test -- you clear the test -- you proceed for a short round of HR interview -- you    screw up a simple Q. like "What brings you here?" with a twisted answer .. something you never intended to say in the first place!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;talk about your interest in web and how crawlers work and how page rank works .. and the fact that why your blogpage is not being crawled even if it has been on the net for quite a few months now .. and maybe you could find an answer to that and deploy some techniques to finally have it figured in the search results!! (even though that would mean going in the direction they're trying to prevent .. but you have to think like a criminal to know the criminal)&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;So even if you're actually    not v.happy with the job profile and no career growth in the area you eventually desire and them not disclosing the package and it not being Google Engg. itself and  just completed 2 years of its existence and relocation being a problem for a year or two ("because that's a big concern for us" .. "of course sir!") and no transfers being allowed between Google's SQE operations and Google Engg.&lt;br/&gt; that doesn't mean you can screw up like that!! :(&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well ofcourse I'm not expecting a call anyways .. mostly due to relocation problem .. but you know what .. Google Engg. , they said, is hiring in a big way and we can apply to it .. its a  great piece of news  .. but I'm still not feeling lucky!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-7674377501193533209?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7674377501193533209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=7674377501193533209&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/7674377501193533209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/7674377501193533209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-not-feeling-so-lucky.html' title='I&apos;m not feeling so lucky!'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-6540608245712359517</id><published>2007-02-02T18:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-02T18:17:22.045+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Inane conversations with the nagging voice in my head!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I saw him again today .. and yesterday .. in someone else's face .....&lt;br/&gt;Its been long since he's gone from here and since  I last met him or saw him .. &lt;i&gt;what does he look like now??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; .. and  I thought that after much effort I had finally forgotten him .. but maybe I was wrong ..&lt;br/&gt;And so I'm wondering .. actually I'm more of curious about what he's upto nowadays.&lt;br/&gt;I have the number and even if its changed I can always get it from my resources .. but I'm wondering whether I should call.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;will&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh just why should you??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;won't&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;Atleast let me ask how he's been!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;will&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well .. he could've done that too, alright!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;won't&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh ok .. just this time .....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;will&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why do YOU always have to be the first o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;ne??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;won't&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;He did call last time you know .. on his own ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;will&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;When was the last time??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;won't&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;couple of months back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;will?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;6 to be precise!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;won't!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;He must be busy with the work load.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;will&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;SO ARE YOU!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;won't&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;But this way we'll lose touch forever.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;will&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh goddammit .. don't tell me you have feelings for him!! :O&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt; won't&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeez no!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;will?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then why??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;won't&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just want to stay in touch! He was like a best friend!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;will&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, he sure has forgotten THAT!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Hmph! Alright then! Its a won't!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-6540608245712359517?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6540608245712359517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=6540608245712359517&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/6540608245712359517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/6540608245712359517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/02/inane-conversations-with-nagging-voice_02.html' title='Inane conversations with the nagging voice in my head!'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-2301485481782828883</id><published>2007-01-19T00:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-19T19:47:54.303+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Hatred, UnInterrupted .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I just hate everything and everyone around me right now .. truly,madly,deeply!! I am weary, tired and injured from mind, body and soul alike.&lt;br/&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!!!!!!!! * pulling out my hair *&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What I want at the moment is to run away to some place where no one knows me!!And just wander aimlessly in the lesser known parts of the town .. with maybe an occasional passer-by giving me a much wanted smile .. a really nice one at that .. coz &lt;i&gt;I've got too much life running through my veins, going to waste.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Why can't everything go my way for min. 24 hrs??&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Like if I have to pick up one out of the toner and the cleanser (in bottles that look alike) why will the toner come into my hand BEFORE the cleanser even though it is to be used AFTER?? WHY??&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And why cant people just take one stand??Why do they have to always divert u to some other person saying "Whatever he/she says"?? WHY??&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And why do people have to be insanely sarcastic about everything??and why do people have to display their "gadget-ical" knowledge when actually they should realize you are just not interested in what they're saying, esp.when u know more than them on that particular subject and dont give a shit about whether they own it or not!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And why do people suggest that you go in for a new (read 'shit expensive') piece of  crap when you are doing just fine with what you have?? They will never get it themselves but scorn at you if you appear satisfied with what you have!! What hypocrites!! yucks!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Why do people want to subject you to constant bantering??&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And why do lectures have to take place??and why does everywhere you wanna go have to be so over-crowded??and the friggin traffic on the roads, the damn public transport, the maniacs flocking the streets at rush hour ..... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And the damn NeoWORX premium trial expiring today .. that means losing a lot of important information!!why cant I be their 1 millionth customer and they may just let it continue forever??&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Why do things close to my heart have to remain unfinished?? &lt;br/&gt;Why does it feel like what you ever wanted in your life will never materialize??&lt;br/&gt;Sometimes, why cant you do things that you really really want to?? &lt;br/&gt;Why does a certain phobia grip you when you are thinking about  extremely important decisions of your life??&lt;br/&gt;And why are you sometimes being pulled in 22 different directions while your heart wants to follow the 23rd one??&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What hellish cruelty!! A burning inferno!! &lt;br/&gt;And the damn blogger is also giving problems!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And NO, I don't hate the way my life is turning out. But it could certainly have turned out a wee bit better had certain events (that were totally uncalled for)  not taken place!! But &lt;i&gt;there's a hole in my soul, you can see it in my face.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Phew .. signing off for the day. I still hate most of the things around me. But in words of Scarlett O'Hara : &lt;i&gt;"Tomorrow is another day ....."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-2301485481782828883?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2301485481782828883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=2301485481782828883&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/2301485481782828883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/2301485481782828883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2007/01/hatred-uninterrupted.html' title='Hatred, UnInterrupted .....'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-8428557309901985341</id><published>2006-12-26T03:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-11T15:04:29.144+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>The Anniversary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTE: This work has been co-authored with a friend hence credit will duly be shared. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Also, the narrator/protagonist of the story is a man .. just so you keep it in mind while reading it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I happened to be at a mall last weekend trying to figure out what to buy for my fiancée Ruma. This had to be a fantastic present for she was really special .. meant the world to me. And it would be our third anniversary tomorrow .. 23rd of December '06.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So I was at this giant of a mall .. trying to pick something for someone who has a keen eye for things! Makes one tense and panicky, doesn't it? For the first time I was going decide upon buying her something to wear on our special day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So there I was, trying to decide, swimming through the kaleidoscopic whirlpool of evening wear. I took a break and looked around at the sea blue and bottle green shades of the interiors of the shop and just as I was about to dive right in, my tired eyes met those bewildered ones as though crying out loud "&lt;i&gt;Gods must be crazy to send this man hunting for a dress!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She glided towards me .. smoothly. There was an indistinguishable aura around her. “What seems to be the problem? I feel you could do with some advice.”, she spoke in a mellifluous voice. Perplexed as I was I welcomed the proposal and vomited out the words in a fluster, trying to describe the situation. She merely nodded her head, a smile spread over her flawlessly chiseled visage. Her sharp eyes turned towards the myriad that lay before us, her perfectly manicured fingers maneuvering through it all. And her hand stopped at a little black number, lying discreetly amongst the vibrancy. With anticipation she looked at me for approval. Her eyes gleamed, blinding the shimmer of the swarovski work on the dress. I gave her a naive nod while wondering how she would look in it. I cleared the bills at the cash counter and offered to take her to lunch .. the least I could do to repay her. She refused politely .. her eyes never leaving mine. I persuaded her enough to settle for a hot cup of cappuccino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And so we moved to one of those lesser known exclusive cafes where the ambience is just right for a nice warm private conversation. We placed the order, waiting for the coffee to arrive. She lit a smoke .. I liked that. There she was .. suave .. smooth .. sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The coffee arrived but soon turned cold since we were engrossed .. talking incessantly. We talked about her, me, and the whole goddamn world we had to be a part of. Time flew by and before we knew it, the cafe manager came up to us with a closing time notice. Hence, we finally plunged into the wilderness of the world once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The biting cold winds, after the warmth of the café, reminded us of the chilly winter that the world was blessed with at that time of the year. We quickly got into the car and just as I was about to put the key into the ignition she turned to me and said "&lt;i&gt;Why don't you let me take the wheel. I really feel like letting my hair down tonight.&lt;/i&gt;" So there I was, sitting besides her and watching this gorgeous lady take it out on the wide winding empty roads .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She was a masterful driver .. the sudden rush of blood to the head .. the ultimate thrill that speed induces .. all amounting to my growing affection towards the lady beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But it came to pass, as we neared her place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And there it stood, her house .. nothing fancy on the outside .. lying in the solitude that sometimes shone in her own eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She parked right outside the main gate and we got out ... still recovering from the after-effects of the speed ... still laughing and giggling from a joke that lingered on in our heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So here was the awkward moment of parting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We both fell silent for a moment and I realized that we hadn't even introduced ourselves as yet.. So to fill that embarrassing void I introduced myself and learned her name .. Rahel .. it was Rahel .. as charismatic as her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anyways .. we just stood there looking .. into each other's eyes. Deep within lay a mutual understanding and appreciation for each other. We had just known each other for just a few hours and had hit it off surprisingly, totally, mind-fucking-bogglingly well!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Something told me that we'd been looking intently at each others for quite a while now .. I suddenly snapped out of it and, shy as I was, started with a goodbye. She put her hand on my lips and before I knew it .. I was being led toward her doorstep. She opened the door and lo .. there was the most dazzling house I'd ever set foot in, all white, silver and glass .. so pure and chaste .. just like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I loved it, her even more so... she lead me up the stairs to one of the bedrooms and put on the lights .. dimmed and some music .. Iris .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Coz I know that you feel me somehow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I don't wanna go home right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And all I could taste is this moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And all I can breathe is your life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cause sooner or later it's over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I just don't wanna miss you tonight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The lissome beauty stood there, her long black hair now open and her curves perfect. I found myself moving towards her in spite of my shyness .. gradually pulling her towards me. She didn't make any attempts to break free. We stood there .. caressing .. the fires within risen .. forgetting what was around us .. losing ourselves to each other .. slowly, passionately, completely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What came to pass during that night and between those white sheets of silk is all a haze now ... wild yet gentle. What I clearly remember is of waking up with a start .. finding myself in some one else's bed .. my chronograph showing 7am .. Especially THAT morning made me feel weird .. leaving me with a vague feeling of uneasiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then all the things came rushing back to me .. the beautiful girl .. the quiet evening .. the lonely lanes of the late night city and the climax .. all this overpowered with the horrid feeling of the sin I had committed &lt;i&gt;ON MY ANNIVERSARY!!!&lt;/i&gt; I didn't know how I would face Ruma's eyes when she would learn of the betrayal. I decided I would be honest with her. After all, I was her criminal and she had every right to take any stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Buried in shame I started on my way out of the burning inferno that housed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The place was not quite the same .. the pureness missing, everything somewhat dulled .. infact quite downtrodden .. as if in a state of disuse .. the silk sheets were gone and so was she!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Things white and silver were now yellow and rusty .. I couldn’t figure what in the hell's name happened to the place .. all in a night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Rahel was no where to be seen .. and I was now starting to worry despite the humiliation drowning me. I started to look for the smoothness of her curves, that beautiful smile (flashing in front of me now and then), those capturing eyes I had bared my soul to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I decided to look outside, making my way amongst the clutter and the cobwebs towards the door. I opened it in the hope of finding her standing outside and right in the middle of the ground lay a stone that read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Rahel D'Souza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;14 June 1984 - 23 Dec 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;R.I.P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;You shall not taste of death &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For there is no death for you.&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I passed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-8428557309901985341?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8428557309901985341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=8428557309901985341&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/8428557309901985341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/8428557309901985341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/12/anniversary.html' title='The Anniversary.'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-841009300353092341</id><published>2006-12-17T13:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-24T03:30:40.224+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Survival at its best!! :D</title><content type='html'>The word &lt;i&gt;survive&lt;/i&gt; by dictionary meanings is described as &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;continue to live or exist in spite of (a danger,accident etc)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I would however like to emphasize upon the almost un-noticeable and elusive &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I feel ALL of us here in this world are survivors .. living life full size with all the malice and cruelty around us!! I'm talking about things that happen in everyday-mundane-life of ours .. the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;etc&lt;/i&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; of our lives .. ok ok .. mine!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Like .. what about that 1st fall I had while trying to ride my new bicycle sans supporting wheels?!  I survived that!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And the time they just wouldn't accept me into the play back in middle school? I think I survived that too!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When I was the laughing stock of the entire school as I proceeded suavely to slip into the yucky mucky puddle while dodging this militant of a playa from the rival basketball team!! I'd had to survive that too! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And ohh .. doesn't every one remember those ultra-bitchy,backstabbing girls and the gossip-loving guys(ALL d guys LUUURVE 2 gossip) in high school?? &lt;br/&gt;I'm not saying they targetted me head-on .. but yeah .. I had some pretty nasty experiences .. But I guess I survived those days alrite-ly (well how i did that .. ask them friggin pieces of crap .. they're unlikely 2 4get!! * snigger *)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And what about when parents laid down the rules firmly .. did we survive that too?? (*trying to remember* .. or was THAT the time we sneaked out .. k drop it .. its immaterial!! period!)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And yeah .. the driver's license test .. a killer with a breeze .. just HAD to survive THAT one .. innit?? the need of one's own wheels is greater than anything in this world! :D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And my first job interview .. I survived THAT .. I know coz they took me in! :D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And these final year engineering exams going on at the moment .. we ought to survive these too like we've done for tha last 3 yrs now.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And yes .. ohh yes .. how about those long heartaches and sudden heartbreaks?? Hell .. I'm still recovering from one .. and in a few days' time I'll survive!! :D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;and so dear readers .. from a crazy pom called Whisky chasing me down the lane(I bet he was drunk!) to swallowing what were supposed to be choco cookies baked by a friend(I swear they tasted more like choco-soap!!) to my chaddi buddy and I not being on talking-terms for two whole weeks .. its my right to say .. I'm a survivor! :D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-841009300353092341?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/841009300353092341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=841009300353092341&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/841009300353092341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/841009300353092341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/12/survival-at-its-best-d.html' title='Survival at its best!! :D'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-8849558168179715875</id><published>2006-12-03T21:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-03T21:49:15.353+05:30</updated><title type='text'>yucks!!</title><content type='html'>aaaaaaaaaargh!!!!!!!!!! damn these exams!! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-8849558168179715875?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8849558168179715875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=8849558168179715875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/8849558168179715875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/8849558168179715875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/12/yucks.html' title='yucks!!'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-126288356091263855</id><published>2006-12-03T21:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-03T21:35:39.223+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An ode to GAY!! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gurudware mein jaa kar ye&lt;br/&gt;banaati hai roti&lt;br/&gt;lekin khud bhi kha kha kar&lt;br/&gt;ho rahi hai moti!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;iss ko kuchh kehne ka matlab&lt;br/&gt;bhains ke aage bajaana been&lt;br/&gt;iss ko ye bhi nahi pataa ki&lt;br/&gt;gandhiji ke bandar thhey teen&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;kyonki aankhen isski wide open&lt;br/&gt;kaan khule hardam&lt;br/&gt;aur mooh itna khula &lt;br/&gt;issliye baatein naa karti kum!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ha-ha ho-ho club ki founder&lt;br/&gt;doosron pe hasna issko bhaata&lt;br/&gt;iss se zyada bas iss ko&lt;br/&gt;aur kuchh nahi aata!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;iss ka scrap number toh dekho&lt;br/&gt;yeh hai orkut queen&lt;br/&gt;oye "cummini", orkutting se sanyas le&lt;br/&gt;aur hoja dhyaan mein leen!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;kyon gay .. kaisi rahi??  :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-126288356091263855?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/126288356091263855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=126288356091263855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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waste!!&lt;br/&gt;yahaan main logon se yachna kar rahi hoon ki&lt;br/&gt;pls people pls, loosen ur poetic side!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hey u all out thr .. i dont care if u've never written 2 rhyming lines in ur entire life .. now's the time ppl ..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it needn't make sense &lt;br/&gt;hell it need not even rhyme &lt;br/&gt;u may pull sumone's leg&lt;br/&gt;or go back in time&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;but, pray, all u people&lt;br/&gt;pls post sumthin original&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;no matter how whacky&lt;br/&gt;no matter how crude&lt;br/&gt;i dont even mind &lt;br/&gt;if u rite sumthin lewd  :P &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;jus make it seem aesthetic&lt;br/&gt;for other people's sake&lt;br/&gt;so get jiggy wid those brain cells&lt;br/&gt;hey!! now its your take!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-501314169045730669</id><published>2006-11-26T18:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:26:04.935+05:30</updated><title type='text'>nothing more left to be said!!</title><content type='html'>gay said it perfectly over here!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://p0isondoux.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html "&gt;Gay's thoughts match mine!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-501314169045730669?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-diwali-junta.html' title='Happy Diwali junta! :)'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-4192704191457736190</id><published>2006-10-15T20:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-24T14:00:51.610+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gauri .. my PIC .. here's ur reply ..</title><content type='html'>Firstly my PIC .. the last article wasnt written to show my maturity levels!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;just my POV and i am not expecting the rest of the junta to think on the same lines as moi! infact on this opinion of mine i know ALL of the junta wud disagree .. pardon me .. i was never, am not, will never be the "rest of the junta"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Whats the big deal??? two of the most popular celebrities on the planet!! thats the big deal!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Excuse me but who made them so popular?? &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"the rest of the junta"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;who'd die so much as to catch a glimpse of them or maybe an autograph??&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"the rest of the junta"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;who'd do anything to take 1 pic of theirs??&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"the rest of the junta"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;who'd want to see those pics makin headlines in the country's leading newspaper??&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"the rest of the junta"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;who'd fulfill their desire?? people belonging to&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"the rest of the junta"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;They're just normal people doing their job .. and that is to entertain us .. and they get paid enormous figures for that!! That's outrageous!! but why go all crazy about them??&lt;br/&gt;Though i must confess i wudnt mind earning that much!! lol ..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But i'd be glad to hear your side .. yea we shud probably meet up .. even if to discuss a trivial issue like this!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"you talk like some school kid, too busy in her dreamy world and expects the rest of the junta to be the same. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Isnt it that the school kids are more excited upon meeting a celebrity?? Aren't they the ones lost in their own dreamy li'l world expecting the rest of the junta to be as fanatic as they are?? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There was a time when even i'd become excited on the prospects of "the stars" being IN the city/country.&lt;br/&gt;But now .. frankly my dear, I don't give a damn!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;PS: If u were doubtful about my maturity levels .. this shud clear it all up.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And I don't hate the fact that they are so goddamned popular .. i just hate the fact that I AM NOT!! and this will cease d day m featured on PAGE 1 of d country's leading paper .. in gud lite ofcourse!! really .. wudnt mind that minus d paparazzi and &lt;span&gt;"the rest of the junta"&lt;/span&gt; harrasing me!! hehhe &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And "Lukkha ppl said" option is jus 4 people like u .. who give me the pleasure to engage in what might seem as insipid activities to others .. but I alone know .. no matter hw imp.something else may be .. how much i enjoy it .. i shall not remain behind from getting involved in such meaningless debates coz I myself am so lukkha!! :D  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-4192704191457736190?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4192704191457736190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=4192704191457736190&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/4192704191457736190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/4192704191457736190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/10/gauri-my-pic-heres-ur-reply.html' title='Gauri .. my PIC .. here&apos;s ur reply ..'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-8552874510647832097</id><published>2006-10-11T21:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-12T02:57:38.301+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No PITT stops in this JOLIE good ride!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3543/4121/1600/getimage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3543/4121/320/getimage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jolie, li'l maddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3543/4121/1600/getimage.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; and pitt in camp,pune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever wondered why these celebrities get undue attention??And what more .. they even claim that they do not want it!! * bamboozling look on my pretty face * Why doesn't this friggin world turn its attention towards much more valuable beings .. for example .. ME!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously .. even wayyy before the arrival of "brangelina" the newspapers have been flashing stories (or rumours to be precise) about what's gonna happen once the "star" couple lands in our very own &lt;i&gt;punya nagri&lt;/i&gt; Its just sickening/annoying (take your pick or insert any other synonym of your choice!) to note that the above shown picture actually made it as the cover picture on the front page of TOI dated 9 October, 2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, c'mon .. what's the big deal after all .. aren't they just mortals at the end of the day?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well .. I am sure the entire city is bustling with news about the couple. However there is one place in pune where this topic has not even remotely been touched upon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wondering where?? Its the engineering colleges in the city .. well ok .. MY engineering college to be precise and well final years to be even more precise!! I cannot talk on behalf of other colleges but .. in mine you would hardly find anyone even thinking about anything else other than the coming up submissions!! Even my friends from other engg.colleges never talk about anything but &lt;i&gt;"how many submissions done ?" "did you ask him/her for the project/program/write-up?" "yaar dat prof is gonna screw us royally tomorrow morn!"&lt;/i&gt; interjected with lots of sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day i was neck deep into searching for IEEE papers to do my dissertation upon. And a friend from Singapore messages &lt;i&gt;"Hey!! Brangelina are in town!! Why dont you go try and catch a glimpse of them!!"&lt;/i&gt; Like that's going to help me finish my dissertation in half the time I've got!! But well .. was so tied up with work that i had only enough time to reply back &lt;i&gt;"Frankly my dear .. I don't give a damn!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: If you are an ardent fan of brangelina, or someone who goes all nuts about some celebrity being in town or even brangelina themselves .. and don't agree with what i've penned .. don't waste your time here .. it was never written for you!! or maybe it was!! But whatever the case .. I REALLY DO NOT GIVE A DAMN!!!!! Go waste someone else's time!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, this article's under constant updation .. I'm gonna add more n more stuff here .. just as I get in the mood! so long fellas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-8552874510647832097?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8552874510647832097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=8552874510647832097&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/8552874510647832097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/8552874510647832097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-pitt-stops-in-this-jolie-good-ride.html' title='No PITT stops in this JOLIE good ride!! :)'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-115843339218051840</id><published>2006-09-17T00:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-17T00:33:12.190+05:30</updated><title type='text'>jUdGe mE All U wAnT .. jUsT kEeP tHe vErdiCt to yOurSelF !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yall! dis is me! I'm a different being&lt;br/&gt;from all of u here! Confused?!Oh well,just listen 2 ma scene..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;U look around,u c those faces so sweet&lt;br/&gt;I look around nd i c dem full of deceit!&lt;br/&gt;And on ur sides u c people so happy nd free&lt;br/&gt;From side 2 side its de invisible walls closin in on me..&lt;br/&gt;Your world is white,so pure,so full of delight&lt;br/&gt;Darkness covers mine nd there's no respite..&lt;br/&gt;And do u take out tym 2 smell those flowers en route??&lt;br/&gt;Well!don't raise ur brow! I do dat too! :P&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But dang!sum1 comes ur way nd breaks ur trust&lt;br/&gt;nd then sum1 else pushes u wid such a thrust&lt;br/&gt;dat u're lying down nd out on de street&lt;br/&gt;wid every1 else jus walkin away fast on their feet.&lt;br/&gt;U look around nd u're choking now..&lt;br/&gt;u try 2 speak but de words won't come out!&lt;br/&gt;U look at me to c wots up wid ma scene..&lt;br/&gt;I'm not affected! Well dat is ma regular routine!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;U're back in ur cocooned,secure li'l world feelin so screwed&lt;br/&gt;All dat really shook u deep down 2 de roots ??!&lt;br/&gt;"Its all good",u say,"Its jus a diffrent ball game"&lt;br/&gt;That's not how it is..u gotta fight back nd not take all dat pain!&lt;br/&gt;U sit 2 write abt it &amp;amp; think "rappin' ain't ma game"&lt;br/&gt;I sit 2 write..screw up..quit..nd den try again.&lt;br/&gt;Dat duznt mean m a f***** rappin' machine!&lt;br/&gt;Yall! This is me! I'm just a different being!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-115843339218051840?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115843339218051840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=115843339218051840&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/115843339218051840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/115843339218051840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/09/judge-me-all-u-want-just-keep-verdict.html' title='jUdGe mE All U wAnT .. jUsT kEeP tHe vErdiCt to yOurSelF !!!!!'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-115779128770566617</id><published>2006-09-09T14:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:59:24.532+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Lost in the ashes of time .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;My &lt;i&gt;phusht&lt;/i&gt; poem everrrr ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt; remember those days and those clear blue skies&lt;br /&gt;Though I never said a word I thought you saw it  in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember that day when you first held my hand&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t show my nervousness but my breathing was scant&lt;br /&gt;As you reached for my hair pin and saw me eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;That was one moment when I thought I would die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the pin came off and so could’ve other things&lt;br /&gt;But that was when the door-bell began to ring&lt;br /&gt;* laugh * it was our mums back from the shopping game&lt;br /&gt;And we never got a moment all by ourselves again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I stand here and everything’s gray&lt;br /&gt;This crazy wind just blows my hair away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never told you how I felt&lt;br /&gt;I had loads of chances till today&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll have more&lt;br /&gt;But I really don’t know how to say&lt;br /&gt;That I’m caught up in you&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know how to break away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that’s what I’ll always feel … bereaved&lt;br /&gt;You just went away and though you never said you’d leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that you were gone never to return&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside of me the fire still burns&lt;br /&gt;My heart screams loudly … I want to wash away this pain&lt;br /&gt;Oh! How I wish it would rain!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-115779128770566617?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115779128770566617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=115779128770566617&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/115779128770566617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/115779128770566617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/09/lost-in-ashes-of-time.html' title='Lost in the ashes of time .....'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-115769983531418180</id><published>2006-09-08T12:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-12T01:14:14.116+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To "cell" or not to "cell" is the question!!</title><content type='html'> Recently I’ve caught myself rhapsodizing about cell phones with camera. Never have I fantasized anything, or for that matter, anyone more than these wonderful little gadgets!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The requirements were simple:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. A minimum 2 MP camera … for the most stunning shots one can take from a cell phone&lt;br/&gt;2. An mp3 playback … for those times when you have this urge to listen to a particular song at that very moment&lt;br/&gt;3. A Bluetooth device and a Bluetooth headset … for obvious reasons!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So obviously I wanted one and the only way out was to ask mum and dad for it … Dad not being here, mum was the only one I could try my luck on.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Blackmailing has never worked in our household. So armed with a pre-calculated shoe-string budget I decided to approach my “World Bank” with complete honesty … no frills, no nonsense.&lt;br/&gt;The first attempt was a disastrous one … a flat &lt;i&gt;“NO”&lt;/i&gt; with no particular reasons was offered for an answer.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Needless to say, I was dejected and disheartened but further attempts continued … as catastrophic as the first one. This &lt;i&gt;silsila&lt;/i&gt; continued for a few days while I kept searching for various nokia models … of course mum had no idea about this … I guess she was at peace with me not ranting and raving about a new cell phone.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Now I was stuck between Nokia 6233, 3235, 6265 … I’m not even thinking about the N-series … too far fetched unless your parents regularly feature on page 3!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So one day we were just quietly sitting and doing nothing in particular ... so i decided to implore mum once again to get me the love of my life ...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;me: what a boring day!!&lt;br/&gt;mum: totally!&lt;br/&gt;me: let's do sumthing interesting!!&lt;br/&gt;mum: what do u have in mind??&lt;br/&gt;me: i dunno ... let's try out sum new eating place!!&lt;br/&gt; mum: hmmm&lt;br/&gt;me: or roam on the streets ... listenin to gr8 music ... take sum whacky pics on our way ...&lt;br/&gt;                   * silence *&lt;br/&gt;mum: but the cam's gone for a six!!&lt;br/&gt;                    * more silence *&lt;br/&gt;me: then let's just go out and shop for one .....&lt;br/&gt;                   * if silence cud kill ... this was it!! *&lt;br/&gt;me: tell u wot ... lets get out and luk for sumthin chic ... forget d cam ... we can luk for sumthing which has an integrated camera, mp3 playback ... and bluetooth ofcourse ... so dad and i can share all the whacky stuff we shoot!! i've got some great ideas about .....&lt;br/&gt;mum: * visibly angry * Whatever they are, just don't "cell" them to me!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well ... so I guess I can't ask her again now, can I?? So I guess i'll just wait for me to start earning sum bucks next year and then get one ... &lt;br/&gt;damn!! why me God?? why me??&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;PS: Saw a Sony Ericsson K-750i today ... 3 MP camera ... u think I should give one more shot at asking her?? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-115769983531418180?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115769983531418180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=115769983531418180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/115769983531418180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/115769983531418180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-cell-or-not-to-cell-is-question.html' title='To &quot;cell&quot; or not to &quot;cell&quot; is the question!!'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-115761894919116691</id><published>2006-09-07T14:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-12T01:15:38.590+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A morning well spent!! :)</title><content type='html'>The first day in months when I woke up at 6 in the morn … and for what u ask?? Free downloading of songs and music videos!! Lolz&lt;br/&gt;2 hours of downloading on my dearest comp (which is a very sensitive being) and then hours and hours of pure ecstasy listening to the freshly downloaded stock!! :D &lt;br/&gt;Needless to say how happy I am!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyways, after the downloading I thought I must do something meaningful. But the idiot box is where I got stuck!! Watching Oliver (of Oliver’s Twist) churning out such delectable delicacies on screen made my breakfast of bread and eggs such a bore and uh … well … just repulsive.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So I just downed my “scrumptious”  meal somehow and was back to my alma mater (my comp … it has taught me so much including something which no one ever succeeded at teaching me … being patient … for all those times when it hangs and restarts … at a frequency of  5 restarts per 7 minutes!!!!!)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Checking out new music gives me such a high that no one, absolutely no one, can pull me away from my comp!! I can do this forever and ever and ever …&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;However there is ONE thing which CAN drive me away from anything and that is … DRIVING … just can’t get enough of that!! Mum wanted me to rush to the nearest store to get something urgently and I promptly responded by jumping out of my chair and into the driver’s seat, revving up the engine and roaring off to glory … :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And then I arrived at the doorstep exactly in 45 min (for a journey that would’ve taken less than 15 min under normal circumstances), pleased and content … *sigh* … of course my mum had feelings otherwise … so I was back to music!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel it in my fingers&lt;br/&gt;I feel it in my toes&lt;br/&gt;Christmas (read love) is all around me&lt;br/&gt;And so the feeling grows&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;That’s a track from the movie &lt;i&gt;Love, Actually&lt;/i&gt; … lovely movie … a must-see … and so is &lt;i&gt;Serendipity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And so its been  8 hours now since I woke up … and I can hear Sean Paul screaming in my ears &lt;i&gt;Get busy …..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;PS: I can’t believe I’ve written so much just about this morn!! Blogging CAN get addictive!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-115761894919116691?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115761894919116691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=115761894919116691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/115761894919116691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/115761894919116691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/09/morning-well-spent.html' title='A morning well spent!! :)'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-115747647394479884</id><published>2006-09-05T22:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:44:33.953+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Heavens called today … Finally!!</title><content type='html'>A happy day, today!  Got the offer letter of my fist job ever … finally! :D&lt;br /&gt;Had been waiting for more than 2 months now … and then the prayers were finally answered … feels AWESOME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Can’t write more than this … it’s one of those moments which are best understood when seen rather than heard or read about!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33762775-115747647394479884?l=lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115747647394479884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33762775&amp;postID=115747647394479884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/115747647394479884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33762775/posts/default/115747647394479884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-in-the-ashes-of-time.blogspot.com/2006/09/heavens-called-today-finally.html' title='Heavens called today … Finally!!'/><author><name>RT .. hXc?LqD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10955849083773313575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3556/3711/1600/rainchild.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33762775.post-115722380080953960</id><published>2006-09-03T00:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-12T01:16:59.176+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Raconteur ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;“Multistar schema is a combination of star schema and snowflake schema but not advisable to be used.” &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is my first attempt at blogging. I’ve been meaning to do this since the past year but it seems the heavenly bodies were not in favour of this plan materializing!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I wonder lots of times that what is it that draws people towards blogging in particular... and writing, in general. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Is it the love for formulation of words into sentences or intense feelings which one may want to mitigate in a less violent way (since words too can act like knives!) or simply an exceptionally boring lecture where the droning voice of the professor forces the not-so-sleepy students into thinking deeply about life???!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;“These are some differences between ERP and DWH …”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have so much to be put down into words yet there’s nothing to write! How ironical! Right now I’m not even attempting to write anything of significance yet the words are just taking shape of sentences. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;“Any queries so far?”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yeah! Loads! Like ... why am I attending this lecture on this bright sunny Saturday with 14 other students?? Was it destined long back or just a chance of fate that brought me here instead of at the movies?? This I do not know … and never will! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;“I have lots in store for you today but the attendance seems to be low.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yeah true! Hence I’ve made plans today to roam around the city streets with a friend. &lt;br/&gt;Guess we’ll just rove around and do some street shopping. Should be fun! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;“People don’t seem to be interested. Maybe I’ll stop here for today.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;About time! 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