<?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-36543384</id><updated>2012-01-24T09:21:03.727+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Through</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>itzme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ6Pq777-mE/SsMlOLQuz0I/AAAAAAAABIM/W7t2CmhLvF4/S220/pic0001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36543384.post-4056705873551830748</id><published>2009-07-12T15:28:00.017+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:45:03.387+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ROTFL!!!</title><content type='html'>It's been over a month since my final sem exams got over n here i am, jobless, swatting flies with nothing to do but wonder where i'll be a few years down the lane. Probably still be sitting here in the same position with nothing better to do but blog, n still be talking about how jobless and bored and lazier i've become. Sigh! &lt;br /&gt;
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Anyways all the senti stuff apart (the above was just a personal update :P) , I recently happened to hear this really funny (funny would be an understatement) or rather a side splitting incident which actually made me think a bit on the situation of our so called 'engineers' today.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not so long ago, there were just a few count-on-your-fingers Engineering colleges in kerala where only the creme de la creme or the elite students would go to. Dad wanted to become an engineer and even got admission to one of the colleges but due to financial problems at home he couldn't fulfill his dream (instead made up for it by turning both his daughters into not-so-bad engineers :P)&lt;br /&gt;
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Neighbour: Engineering kayinjille..free aayallo..ini entha paripaadi?Kalyanam okke alochichu thodangiyo? &lt;em&gt;(Engineering course's over right..so you must be free..what do u plan to do next..did your parents start looking for a suitable groom!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Milkman: Molke ippo college onnum illalle..course kayinju alle..ini entha paripaadi?&lt;br /&gt;
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Cousin: Lucky chechi..course kayinjallo..aduthathe entha paripaadi?&lt;br /&gt;
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Dad: What next? We need to sit and discuss a few things soon..(ok this is what totally takes the hell out of me, discussions with dad never end on a very nice note)&lt;br /&gt;
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N so i've totally retreated into my room for fear of having to face such a situation again. I never had an answer to the above questions until i discovered the one answer that'd save me for maybe a month more.."i'm awaiting the results" :D..phew..that does the trick..but then i got peace of mind only till the day the results came out..and then i get a new set of questions:&lt;br /&gt;
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Neighbour: What's your aggregate?&lt;br /&gt;
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Dad: Applying for jobs is gonna be tough with an aggregate like this..what do u think you were doing all these 4 years?! I think we need to discuss.&lt;br /&gt;
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N the questions don't end..people in trivandrum love minding other people's business so much that they forget theirs..whatever!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok now i'm going off track about what i really wanted to post here (this is what happens when i blog after such a long time, i have a million things to write about n i HAVE to include it in the same post :D)&lt;br /&gt;
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A few months back we had the BSNL JTO exam, which i'm sure whoever reading this post wrote it too coz &lt;br /&gt;
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1. If what i heard is right) around 40k or more students applied for the exam in Kerala alone n i'm even more sure BSNL made a huge amount out of the poor students charging 750 per head. Around 3 crores..woah! Debatable i guess.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Every other person i talked to that evening, had just one thing to say-"Never in my life am i gonna write this damn thing again-F*** BSNL-F*** JTO-To hell with them :P" You know what i mean :) I even had a friend saying "I'm never gonna 'APPLY' for a gov service exam until i'm prepared to 'APPEAR' for it :))..that was the best comment i've heard so far :D&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyways 'Confused (C)' (read my previous post to know who 'confused' is :D) , 'Atomic Kitten (AK)' and 1 other gal were heading to their Examination centres early that day. It was a government HS school located in the heart of the city. &lt;br /&gt;
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Another day as usual for C and AK. Nothing to worry about (coz anyways we aren't prepared..i mean who is? :P), the only concern being the fact that they aren't allowed to leave the halls until the exam is over ;) (we are so used to doing this at college, leaving an hour and 45 mins before the exam is over i.e for a 2 hour paper :P that we think it should be something applicable to all exams whatsoever :D..c'mon we have better things to do..text people..catch up on PD's..what's cooking at the canteen..etc).&lt;br /&gt;
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So there they are, making their way to the centre, mocking people who bury their heads in textbooks; "ivarkonnum vere pani ille..cheh" (don't these guys have any other job); "nammale kandu padikku, book um illa, paper um illa, pen um illa" :P (learn from us, we neither have books nor papers or pens).&lt;br /&gt;
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Now this school happened to have a map of India drawn somewhere near the entrance (or so i heard). This catches C's attention and she calls out to AK and the 2 other gals to take a look at it. There was ample time left for the exam to begin and so the 3 book-less, paper-less beings need to kill time and so make a stop there. C as usual is happy, excited and bubbly (her usual self) and this is how the conversation goes:&lt;br /&gt;
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C: (Taking a good look at the map, witha serious look on her face asks) "India il ethra states ondennu aarkenkilum ariyao?" (&lt;em&gt;Does anyone know how many states there are in India?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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AK, and the other gal seem clueless.&lt;br /&gt;
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Other Gal: "Why don't we take a count?"&lt;br /&gt;
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And so the 3 of them start counting on their own, squinting, careful not to miss out on any of the states. &lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly C seems to be doubtful about something. She looks at the map again to make sure she isn't dreaming. Making up her mind she looks at the other 2 and asks (in a dead serious tone),&lt;br /&gt;
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C: "Enthade ee 'Bangladesh" maathram India de veliyil kidakunne???"&lt;br /&gt;
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AK looks like she'll faint and the other gal is on the verge of a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, jokes apart, C now works at a software firm where she got in recently while i rant on about stuff, jobless. Now you know (or rather i know), GK and wordly affairs are not all that matter. It's all about _____..it's left to you :)&lt;br /&gt;
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PS: This post was just another 'oh-i'm-so-bored-that-i-decided-to-blog' crap. I've exaggerated a bit, but the incidents are real. :D C's never read my blog, not even once i'm sure, so i guess i'm safe ;) And if u do, C, your still the sweetest person ever :D ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The past 4 years has simply been the best years of my life till date, and it’s only going to be memories that I’m gonna take back. The suppli’s (my Hutch dog :p), the under sessionals, the awful PTA meetings dad used to attend (one of my “favorite” teacher even complained I didn’t draw the diagrams neatly in my assignment!..so much for taking the pains to draw even a few :D), RSM’s chori, Undakanni’s theppu, PN junction’s soapiffication, Orkut spyings n the list goes on…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;What I’ll miss most is the 8 awesome friends that made college worth going to, each of them special in their own way. Think of them and a million incidents come to mind which I don’t intend to lose as I grow older and get diognised with alcheimers :D. So I’ve decided to put them here so that a few years down the lane I can come back and cherish all those wonderful days :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But before I begin it is necessary that I give a short intro on the Royal 9 (including me), so I’m gonna use a façade over their names (and mine :D) just to make things more interesting (and to save face :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; : That used to be the usual expression on her face since I met her in S3, thought it’d be permanent but fortunately it’s changed (a little) now, but traces still remain :P..always happy, bubbly and giggly, makes her the sweetest person in our group :), but her laughing genes seems to have grown a bit extra than the usual which makes her fall prey to most of our lecturers..crack a joke by mistake during class hour n she’ll be the only one laughing head over heels for more time than necessary..and if she’s sitting next to Unicorn (the humor queen), pinne parayanda!..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Unicorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; : Wondering where that name came from?..well that’s what she calls a rhinoceros with a single horn..guess she actually thought it existed :P..the humor queen as I said, even I find it hard to not laugh during class.(And she has this wonderful capability of making all of us laugh while she sits with a straight face so innocently like nothing’s happened when the lecturer’s catch us)..Always upto some mischief (hides people’s mobiles, purses and other valuable stuff)..a very convincing prankster n sometimes a total gunda..excellent problem solver, usually the one who re-unites friends after a silly fight and that’s what I like best about her :)..her favourite line “shiksha neridan thayyarayiko” (get ready to face your punishment) ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Chinthabharam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;: She thinks she carries the problems of the whole world on her shoulders :P..her fate (as all of us agree): tension adichu chaakan (to die getting tensed)..”ayyo I didn’t get a sign on my assignment”..”ayyo did teacher take the attendance, I didn’t give my number”..”ayyo I didn’t do the homework”..by fortune if all’s well and there’s nothing left to get tensed about, that would be a reason enough for her :P..usually find her deep in serious thought with a frown on her face (God alone knows what she’s thinking about)..she’s cool otherwise, very loyal n you can trust her with anything :) except asking her to reach somewhere on time (punctuality not being her cup of tea, she can actually make you wait for around 2 hours and turn up like nothing’s happened) n yea the only person who actually bothers to listen to the lecture in class, take down notes and do problems..very convenient as we all copy from her :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Day dreamer”(DD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;: She’s not just the day dreamer alone, but the morning, afternoon, evening and night dreamer too :P..the only married person among us, well you obviously know by now why she dreams so much ;)..usually find her looking outside the big window in our class lost in thought..the only time she’s in the present is when she’s hungry ;P, but even then what’s most surprising is she manages to get through all the subjects every sem (wonder where she gets all the time to study from after she’s done dreaming :P..stays at the hostel so if she gets even a half day break, packs her bag and runs home..and never gets back until a few days :)..and the only person who laughs at her out of the ordinary jokes is HP 50 ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;”Putchi”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;: A permanent expression of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;“putcham” (contempt) on her face, not much of a change even in pics be it the passport size one’s, the class photos or the ones with us, its not hard to point her out ;)..very talented and creative when it comes to painting, blogging, photography and other stuff :)..not interested in lectures, you’ll find her head down immersed in her mobily, acknowledging our presence around her once in a while or cracking chalus n the one thing that makes her odd among us is her ultra shiny ultra glam ultra straight hair which the rest of us dream of owning one day :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;”HP 10”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The name comes from “Hence Proved (HP) mandi”..and she’s version 10 (because there’s another HP in the group who’s far worse than her)..she’s the one who thought people made PVC inner wear and actually searched google for it to give us proof :P..she thought people planted apple trees on the beach sand..and once she even frantically pointed out the drainage on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the side of a road saying “ayyo karamana river alle”..=))..well you can imagine the rest..but all this aside, she’s a heap of ‘concept’, survives solely on that and the certified bhuji among us :P..if we are the 6 point people when it comes to GPA’s she’s the only 7 point in the lot!..n yea you’ll usually find her giggling when she’s sitting right next to unicorn :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;”Atomic kitten”(AK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; : She’s the tiniest and the cutest in our group and even looks like a kitten :)..you wanna convey something to her, you’ll have to tap and shake her to catch attention cos she’s a little too less sensitive..call her from a distance of a few metres, every other person in the vicinity would respond but her :P (truly speaking..very absent minded..yelling and screaming seriously has no effect on the gal)..usually lost in thought during class hours, she’d probably be thinking about eating potato chips at home ;)..easily the most helpful gal among us, she’d draw block diagrams and figures for our records and assignments without any fuss :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;”HP 50”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;: The name was a unanimous and easy decision by the 8 above :D..a caption saying “version updated every week” was also attached :P..This gal is such a mandi, one would wonder how she’d survive in this highly competitive highly complicated planet earth..If HP 10 can say stuff like given above, this one’s of a totally different level, pretty hard to explain..very gullible and she’d laugh at anything anyone says, unicorn as usual being the devil :P..that aside she loves dancing, she’s really friendly, very approachable..despise listening to boring lectures so whiles away her time playing on EP’s or AK’s mobile or messaging gf’s in other colleges :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So there you go..the 9 extraordinary last benchers in my class :)..the incidents in the following posts are gonna be even more interesting as all the above come into action :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;For once I think I’m gonna find blogging more fun to do starting today ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;See you all for now :)&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/36543384-2757637102878420540?l=itzmeshal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/feeds/2757637102878420540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36543384&amp;postID=2757637102878420540' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default/2757637102878420540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default/2757637102878420540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/2009/04/royal-9.html' title='The 8 &apos;Babes&apos; (Back Benchers) :P'/><author><name>itzme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ6Pq777-mE/SsMlOLQuz0I/AAAAAAAABIM/W7t2CmhLvF4/S220/pic0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36543384.post-539727879923911127</id><published>2008-10-05T11:35:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:43:07.599+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Another Tag</title><content type='html'>Now this one's going to be pretty difficult. I was actually dreading i'd get a tag like this someday which i really didn't want to do, but i've been given no choice so here i go:) &lt;br /&gt;
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Rules of the tag: RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves. &lt;br /&gt;
RULE #2 Tag 6 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is necessary that I include a 'disclaimer' too:D &lt;br /&gt;
Answers to any of the questions below is not intended to hurt anyone's sentiments.If by chance it does, it is purely unintentional. Here goes, &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you what would your reaction be?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Well first of all i'd look for a reason as to why he would betray me. If the reason is genuine and true enough i would just forgive and forget:) If not, i'd only be happy that i'm no longer with the guy, he's really not worth being with ;) &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;2.What is it that you see in an ideal partner?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I'm only 20 and i still have a long way to go so my views keep changing every other day :D. &lt;br /&gt;
When i was 10 years old my ideal guy was Sharukh Khan:) At 12 it was the boy i kept seeing at the bus stop every other day while going to school:D &lt;br /&gt;
At 15 it was the really cute waiter at some resturant:D At 17 it was my first major crush at tuition:p (plus all the other crushes i lost count of&amp;nbsp; :D) &lt;br /&gt;
At 19 I thought I was done with the search but then again it was only a teenage infatuation. &lt;br /&gt;
Right now if you ask me what an ideal partner should be like i would say: &lt;br /&gt;
1)someone who i can laugh over with on the silliest of stuff and not find it wierd :) &lt;br /&gt;
2)someone who i can call up in the middle of the night when i think i need to talk to them :) &lt;br /&gt;
3)someone who'd give me my 'space' to do things i like and not be too possessive (i am very posessive, so i'll let the guy compensate for it: p) &lt;br /&gt;
4)now most importantly:D, to be frank, he has to be good looking:p(very essential) and he should speak good english too(even more essential)..:)&amp;nbsp;I know i'm asking for too much coz guys of this kind are close to extinction(ok even girls are, i'm not being partial), but let's see, i'm still hoping. &lt;br /&gt;
Well finally when i find the right person, i'm sure he's not going be to any of the above :p (so why really bother right) &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;3.What according to you is the perfect date? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For me everytime i get to see him and spend some quality time (even if it's 5 minutes) is a perfect date, be it anyplace anytime, not an issue :) &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;4. Would you like to have children soon enough? Or would you wait till your mid-thirties for the first child?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I wouldn't wait till my mid-thirties, but i wouldn't want them soon enough either. I need to spend a few years romancing my guy and maybe when we get bored with each other, we'll think about having children :p.(Now this is the first thing whoever i'm getting married to has to agree with :D) &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Hmm..maybe. But i'll never make it known unless i'm sure he feels the same way too, i really fear losing the friendship for something stupid on my part. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;6. Which is more blessed: loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
That can't be compared, i would go by both. Being blessed is when you really love someone and it is reciprocated too. You gotta be really lucky for that :) &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I don't intend to wait for long. Once i'm sure he has no feelings for me, why waste my time? But if he does, well maybe i'd wait for him to come and tell me, i'll never take the first step, that's definite :p &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is attached, what will you do?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
I would leave him alone for sure. It's really none of my business to interfere, i'll just consider it my bad luck and move on :) &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;9. If you could root for one social cause, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Free education for all :) &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;10. Do you lie?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Unfortunately yes. If i've reached so far unscathed, it was only because i lied, and that is the only thing i regret doing. But someone always finds out, so i've never really been able to achieve anything out of it :d &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;11. Where do you see yourself 10 years from now?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
I can't even see myself 10 days from now, so talk about 10 years! Clueless really! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;12. What’s your fear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hmm, interesting question. I don't know why, but i do not fear anything but coakroaches. It's not funny but that's how it is. What worries mom most is that i don't fear people, i am not scared of the night, i do not fear failing an exam, i am not scared about crossing the road etc. Maybe i'll fear something when i actually go through a very scary situation. I hope i don't. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Excellent writer and a really good friend :) &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
I can't see the connection here, can i be married and rich? :p Ok, right now i wanna be single, i'll tell you if i'm rich or poor when i find a job and start earning :d &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;15. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously who will you pick?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
:)) wow! That's the silliest question i've ever come across! How in the world can you fall in love with 2 people simultaneously?! I guess you'll really have to be stupid for that. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Definitely :) I would do anything (i mean it, anything at all) for the person i love. There is just no reasoning when it comes to love. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;17. Would you forgive and forget someone no matter how horrible a thing he has done?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Yes. I hate keeping grudges. It just makes me regret not forgiving them later on. Anyways, you don't achieve anything on keeping a grudge, so why should you? &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;18. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Right now, single! I have way better things to do than get myself committed right now. I'm going to be comitted to someone for the rest of my life in a few years time anyways so why make it early ;). Lemme enjoy till then:p &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;19. Your all time favourite song. Only ONE. And why?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Ennum ninne poojikkam...&lt;/em&gt; from the movie 'Aniyathipraavu'. I've loved that song since i was 10 i guess and i still do:). No reason really. I'm not tagging anyone this time (breaking a rule:D), instead i leave it open to anyone who thinks its worth a try :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36543384-539727879923911127?l=itzmeshal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/feeds/539727879923911127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36543384&amp;postID=539727879923911127' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default/539727879923911127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default/539727879923911127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-tag.html' title='Another Tag'/><author><name>itzme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ6Pq777-mE/SsMlOLQuz0I/AAAAAAAABIM/W7t2CmhLvF4/S220/pic0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36543384.post-70481287955242030</id><published>2008-09-14T15:34:00.016+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:43:25.635+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect</title><content type='html'>Photography has always interested me and I've always wanted to post some ofthe pics i click when i go places:).Either i never found them good enough or there weren't much of them to post.
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday i happened to go to Veli with Mom and Dad as a part of our onam outings:D, and i actually went clicking while Mom and Dad talked about boring stuff(as usual), it was a good time-killer really, and i thought i should post some them here:).Pardon me, but i've edited the pics as a part of the 'beautification' process:D&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245820868818580162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="230" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ6Pq777-mE/SMzmSWFDMsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VnfeP26e-1o/s400/Veli+006.jpg" width="327" border="0" /&gt;
 After all, what is Veli without the big white 'shell':D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245821715178706290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="318" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ6Pq777-mE/SMznDnBB1XI/AAAAAAAAAA4/KIIgyEHc2Rk/s400/Veli+014.jpg" width="408" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Some kind of 'reflection', i wanted to get that reflected tower actually:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245827206069220770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="177" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ6Pq777-mE/SMzsDOLV9aI/AAAAAAAAABA/IS2xDczs11c/s400/Veli+016.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt; Flowers beside the pond:D

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245828692528252018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ6Pq777-mE/SMztZvqyxHI/AAAAAAAAABI/DoELPGL-UeM/s400/Veli+021.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt; More flowers:D

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245829338486144514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="130" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ6Pq777-mE/SMzt_WDJ_gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/74vb8vNK_z0/s400/Veli+018.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;What is this supposed to be actually?..Ram standing against a wall?:D&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245830552143527794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="128" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ6Pq777-mE/SMzvF_Rn_3I/AAAAAAAAABY/ljhR31PvxyE/s400/Veli+024.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Just a random shot..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245831011769354354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="156" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ6Pq777-mE/SMzvgvg9iHI/AAAAAAAAABg/IqQoDx_FR5s/s400/Veli+029.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never seen a sunflower for real, this was my favourite among all:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245831698890968642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ6Pq777-mE/SMzwIvPhTkI/AAAAAAAAABo/j_Vl7tzdsqE/s400/Veli+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245834530210147586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ6Pq777-mE/SMzytiunbQI/AAAAAAAAABw/jfySn9_QCLo/s400/Veli+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245834847640200162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ6Pq777-mE/SMzzABP1o-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/45OK663wMeA/s400/Veli+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sunset through different angles, i must have got about 20 of them and had a hard time choosing which one to post..couldn't resist 3:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what to do..Comment!:)
&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/36543384-70481287955242030?l=itzmeshal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/feeds/70481287955242030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36543384&amp;postID=70481287955242030' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default/70481287955242030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default/70481287955242030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/2008/09/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture Perfect'/><author><name>itzme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ6Pq777-mE/SsMlOLQuz0I/AAAAAAAABIM/W7t2CmhLvF4/S220/pic0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ6Pq777-mE/SMzmSWFDMsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VnfeP26e-1o/s72-c/Veli+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36543384.post-4104263612990036615</id><published>2008-08-28T14:47:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:49:03.714+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>I have been actually 'tagged'..for the very first time..though i've been stealing them off peoples blogs in my previous posts:D..thanks &lt;a href="http://harishanker.net/"&gt;Hari&lt;/a&gt;..i desperately needed this :)(i would have stolen it otherwise :p) &lt;br /&gt;
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The tag's like this: Jot down 5 of your favorite quotes from the various books you’ve read/movies you've seen. If you don’t have the books with you now, Googling (Wikiquotes and the like) can be used to find them. Tag five people and acknowledge the person who tagged you. Now I changed the tag a little and made it 7 quotes..lucky number:)..and pardon me it's all movies:D&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Here goes :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;1)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Red&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;: [narrating] I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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This one's from the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shawshank_redemption"&gt;'Shawshank Redemption'&lt;/a&gt;, a movie that i was inspired by very recently.The best i've watched so far..the entire movie is worth quoting actually..had a tough time choosing 1 memorable quote :D &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;2)Michael: Kimmy says if you love someone you say it, you say it right then, out loud. Otherwise the moment just...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Julianne: Passes you by... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Michael: Passes you by...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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One of the sweetest movies i've seen,&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Best_Friend"&gt;'My Best Friends Wedding'&lt;/a&gt;..i could watch it over and again and not get bored:)..unexpected ending though :D &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;3)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;: Hey there, Mr. Grumpy Gills. When life gets you down do you wanna know what you've gotta do? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Marlin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;: No I don't wanna know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;: [singing] Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming. What do we do? We swim, swim. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Marlin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;: Dory, no singing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;: [continuing] Ha, ha, ha, ha, ho. I love to swim. When you want to swim you want to swim. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Marlin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;: Now I'm stuck with that song... Now it's in my head. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Dory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;: Sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Marlin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;: I can't afford any more delays and you're one of those fish that causes delays. Sometimes it's a good thing. There's a whole group of fish . They're delay fish. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;: You mean... [whimpers] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;: . You mean you don't like me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marlin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;: No, of course I like you. It's because I like you I don't want to be with you. It's a complicated emotion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This one's from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finding_nemo"&gt;'Finding Nemo'&lt;/a&gt;..couldn't help putting in 2 of the conversations :D&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;4)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gabe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;: Love is an ugly, terrible business practiced by fools. It'll trample your heart and leave you bleeding on the floor. And what does it really get you in the end? Nothing but a few incredible memories that you can't ever shake. The truth is, there's gonna be other girls out there. I mean, I hope. But I'm never gonna get another first love. That one is always gonna be her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This one's from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_Manhattan"&gt;'Little Manhattan'&lt;/a&gt;..truly amazing movie about a 10 year old boy(Gabe) and a 11 year old girl(Rosemary)..how he finds his first love in her..the conflicting yet mature thoughts of the kid..a must watch :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;5)Young Simba: Dad? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mufasa: Hmm? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Young Simba: We're pals, right? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mufasa: Right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Young Simba: And we'll always be together, right? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mufasa: Simba, let me tell you something my father told me. Look at the stars. The great kings of the past are up there, watching over us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Young Simba: Really? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mufasa: Yes. So whenever you feel alone, just remember that those kings will always be there to guide you. And so will I.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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'The Lion King'..used to be my favourite when i was a kid..must have watched it over 20 times :)..but never gave a thought to the conversations until today :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;6)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alicia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;: How big is the universe? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;:Infinite. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alicia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;: How do you know? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;: I know because all the data indicates it's infinite. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alicia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;: But it hasn't been proven yet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;: No. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alicia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;: You haven't seen it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;: No. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alicia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;: How do you know for sure? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;: I don't, I just believe it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alicia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;: It's the same with love I guess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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From the Oscar Award Winning &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Beautiful_Mind_(film)"&gt;'A Beautiful Mind'&lt;/a&gt;..i don't have to comment on this :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;7)Jack Swigert: I've been going over the numbers again. Have they called up with a re-entry plan yet? 'Cause we're coming in too shallow, we're coming in too damn fast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jim Lovell: We're working on something, Jack, just hold on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jack Swigert: Listen, listen, they gave us too much delta vee, they had us burn too long. At this rate, we're going to skip right out of the atmosphere and we're never going to get home. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fred Haise, Sr.: What are you talking about? How'd you figure that? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jack Swigert: I can add. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jim Lovell: Jack, they've got half the Ph.D.'s on the planet working on it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fred Haise, Sr.: Houston says we're right on the money. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jack Swigert: And what if they had made a mistake, all right? And there was no way to reverse it, you think they would tell us? There's no reason for them to tell us! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fred Haise, Sr.: What do you mean they're not going to tell us? That's bullshit! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jim Lovell: All right, there's a thousand things that have to happen in order. We are on number eight. You're talking about number six hundred and ninety-two. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jack Swigert: And in the meantime, I'm trying to tell you we're coming in too fast. I think they know it, and I think that's why we don't have a God-damned re-entry plan. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jim Lovell: That's duly noted, thank you Jack.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apollo_13"&gt;Apollo 13&lt;/a&gt;'..about 3 astronauts on a mission to the moon, but never made it and was forced to come back half way through the journey..it was called a 'successful failure'..true story&lt;br /&gt;
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I tag:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1)&lt;a href="http://cloudcanvas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Megha&lt;/a&gt;:Been a long time since she's updated..this should help:D&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2)&lt;a href="http://cutzlikeaknife.blogspot.com/"&gt;KP&lt;/a&gt;:I'm sure you'll like this one:)..i just hope you do it soon:D&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3)&lt;a href="http://ravingsofaboredboredmind.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ganesh&lt;/a&gt;:Surprise:D&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4)&lt;a href="http://ithinkhenceiblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beckham&lt;/a&gt;:No escaping alryt:p&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5)Anyone who thinks this one's worth a try:)&lt;br /&gt;
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Don't worry!..I am NOT going to bore you with how we got our independance or how our heroes strived for it or how many people laid down their lives so that we could sit here and blog in peace:D..well i leave that to our history books which you can find in your libraries or on wikipedia or wherever i.e..even if i wanted to write about our 61 years of freedom i wouldn't have been able to do justice to it coz i myself would have had to look up somewhere, make a study and then blog on it..as i'm really really bad at indian history or for that matter any kind of history!:

Weird as it may seem..i happen to have 2 I-days a year..well one of them obviously on August 15th i.e yesterday and the other on February 14th:D:D..valentines day:)
Freedom was one among my various "things-i-cannot-live-without"..actually it topped the list and i just couldn't do without it..i need absolute freedom when it comes to..lets see..My personal space..i can get really irritated if people become too intrusive about me or my personal matters..i just feel its none of their business..sounds really rude i know..but i can't help it.


Ok..now i'm venturing out of what i was supposed to blog about..yeah my 2 I'Days:)
Well first about my I-day yesterday..it was the most embaressing i ever had..we had this small sports meet at our association with kids and adults alike..and there were just 4 gals in my age group..and we had various games like 'lemon and spoon', 'sack race' and 'shot put'..i took part in it with complete enthusiasm..and to my horror came out 4th in all the events:..i guess even the 10 year old kids would have done better than me..i was just so pathetic i don't want to talk about it anymore:..Let's move on to more relevant topics:D

Feb 14th this year was pretty eventful..good and bad really..for a whole lot of reasons..anyways..
A few friends and i decided to celebrate it as our Independance Day(that's how i got the idea for this blog)..I-day coz we were all single:p. Let's name my single friends 'mac' and 'hope'.So mac, hope and I decided to hang out that day..maybe go to the zoo or to ccd or wherever just to celebrate being 'single' and feel good about it(didn't feel really good actually..but we refused to accept it:p..we pretended we were happy:D)..much to the frustration of our committed pals who we at no cost would let them join us &gt;:)..we thought it was an insult to the singles gang:D. We never went out though coz we had college that day and we couldn't cut the afternoons as we had to attend our labs:(..but we still cherished the fact that we were free in a sense..free to talk to anyone..free from the worries involved in an affair..well that's why i restrained myself from involving in one all those years:)

I've seen so many of my friends being involved and i never really agreed to the idea..it was like someone having a constant watch over you..24*7..where you are..what you are doing precisely every other second..and for the freedom lover that i am, i wouldn't have tolerated such a situation..be it my parents either..

Thankfully as i realized my parents aren't so..they've given me all the freedom in the world(except for a few necessary restrictions)..but what's interesting is, they know absolutely everything about what goes on in my life without me having to utter a word at home:..i don't know '&lt;strong&gt;HOW&lt;/strong&gt;' but sometimes i really get this feeling they've hired a spy just to know about my whereabouts..but i don't complain as long as i get my freedom and mom and dad aren't worried about me:)
Anyways things changed, for good or bad i don't really know..but my views changed completely after that..drastically or for that matter.I didn't mind not having that much cherished freedom any longer..I didn't mind someone worrying about me 24*7..I indeed loved the attention i got..This was in fact a turning point in my life..in all sense..

But as i believe now all of a sudden since 2 days.."Everything that has a beginning has an end"(courtesy:The Matrix Revolutions:D)..and so i'm back at square one if you would have rightly guessed:..luckily or unluckily i don't know.

What i know is..i've never felt worse in my entire life..i still feel so every now and then..it just refuses to go away..though i'm still trying to (as everyone advises)..'move on'!
I literally lost 2 best friends in the process..and i felt like a total idiot(sensless, gullible and stupid too) and regret can gnaw at your happiness pretty quickly(now beckhams gonna be impressed with this line:p)

But frankly speaking i don't 'TOTALLY' regret what happened to me..it was like Andrew Dufresne in the 'Shawshank Redemption" who swam through sh1t and came out clean at the other end:)..(people who've seen the movie will understand..best ever i've seen till date:)..free again..yeah i was free all over again but in a different sense altogether..my views and perspectives on people, friends and myself changed..and on what freedom actually means to me.

I learnt so much when i look back..i miss a hell lot of things..but at the same time i cherish a whole lot of moments even more:)..so it wasn't bad altogether..as everyone said i moved on..i mean still trying to actually..i know i'll come out clean at the other end anyways;)..someday:)

Whatever i went through..at the end of the day i also realized it finally somes down to just 2 people who would give a damn about you.Mom and Dad.If anything like unconditional love exists, its only from them an no one else.&lt;strong&gt;NO ONE&lt;/strong&gt;!


So now, as it's back to square one, i had to actually apply what i learnt..like all engineering students have to:p..and so the first step was to make a pledge:D..like all indians have to:p
Oh no..not the 'all indians are my brothers and sisters'..(i'd never pledge that..its just so complicated:D)..but pretty different.

And since matters have changed..i really wonder how i'm gonna spend my next I-day..14th feb 2009..it'll probably be with Z..if both of us keep up with the pledge i.e.:D
So i guess that's it..now i hate ending a post because i really don't know how to conclude properly..i just leave stuff hanging in the air:D..but since everything that has a beginning has an end(ok now i'm obsessed with this line)..this is my end..o sorry not my end..the end of the post i mean:D(sorry..couldn't help the pj)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36543384-9174120911487662036?l=itzmeshal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/feeds/9174120911487662036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36543384&amp;postID=9174120911487662036' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default/9174120911487662036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default/9174120911487662036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-2-independance-days.html' title='My 2 Independance Days'/><author><name>itzme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ6Pq777-mE/SsMlOLQuz0I/AAAAAAAABIM/W7t2CmhLvF4/S220/pic0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36543384.post-6365044246285209679</id><published>2008-02-16T17:19:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:10:17.410+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The year that was...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Long time since the last post again..i never learn and i'll always be as lazy as i've always been::D..ok whatever..&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally i've turned 20 after 20 long years..i thought i'd never get through such a day coz 19 seemed to be too long..and i was having enough of it..i've never had a more disastrous year in my life..everything that ever happened to me..i dont even want to look back or cherish it like most people would want to cherish their last teenage year..anyways i thought it was quite a break since my last post and now it would be a good time to actually look back and see what went wrong..where and why..though i'm not going to write down details here..just a superficial recap of how 2007 was and how i want 2008 to be..&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;2007 started on a really bad note..things went completely out of hand with a friend..i messed up my 3rd sem exams big time..donno what got into me that i was almost broken..it took some while to get over it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our 4th sem kicked off..going to college was for the first time a relief and a much wanted distraction..subjects as usual were really kewl;)..we gave our juniors an awesome freshers day..while we actually regretted the fact that we didn't have a proper one:D..(hopefully none of our seniors read this bit)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next worst thing to happen was our college day..it was raining cats and dogs and we didnt even have proper shelter for the onlookers..they had to watch the programs standing as the seats were all wet..and as for us..we were dancing in the rain:)):D&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then came my 19th b'day..the day i so looked forward to bcoz it was my last teenage year and i wanted to make it the most wonderful and happening in my life..ironically it didn't turn out so:..whatsoever i got my mob connection:)..(after much pleading and reasoning with dad..which was a very tough part)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next up came my very wonderful S3 results..my world didn't actually come crashing down as i had expected it to be that way..i deserved it anyways..and i thought i had learnt a lesson..which later i realized i really hadn't bcoz i never learn:&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then the S4 exams happened..i had a really good time i should say..got things back on track with friends..i couldn't be more happier and things went really smooth for about 3 months i guess...&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our IV happened sometime during september..which was the most unforgettable 7 days i ever had(especially the nepali guy near the monastery:D)..there werent any limits to how much we enjoyed together..the shopping at commercial street..the marathon run for the KFC chicken:D..the rain dance at wonderla..too awesome to describe..the breathtaking mysore palace..finally our last stop at coorg....and the most unforgettable was the game we played that night..woke up a lot of people at midnight..pp's press club jokes and fan club meetings:p..we had a really great time..except for a mistake on my part which i dont want to discuss about at least here..but everything changed after that..everything..&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Came back home with a heavy heart..missed those days really bad..as always in my case, things too good never last..donno why..:)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then came our intra college tech fest 'Srishti'..kp and i ventured into the unknown territory of presenting a paper..we were nervous to the core..but i said we're going to do it whatsover..and unexpectadly we came out first..i couldn't believe it but that was the happiest and the most wonderful thing that happened to me in 2007..for once i was proud of myself..and kp:p(it wouldn't have happened without her:)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;October came and my sis landed with my 3 and a half month old nephew..anu..he was the next best thing that happened to me:):)..no wonder they say children are a bundle of joy:)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unfortunately my mob stopped functioning much to my horror..i was in exile for about 2 months i should say..didn't get to use the net too coz sis was busy using it..and mom and dad seemed to be so happy about my situation coz they consider the net and my mob my 2 main distractions..they thought it would be the right time i actually start opening my engineering text books for a change..hehe..evidennu..njan alle!:p..but life didn't seem so bad after all with anu around..actually the 'exile' position was a blessing in disguise..i realized i was spending more time with my family..which i never really did coz i was too busy getting distracted:)..i did sign into messenger once in a while and only 1 person bothered to leave me offlines:)..and i'm grateful for it..&gt;:d&lt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2008 finally started..and thankfully it wasn't bad like the beginning of 2007..exams kicked off..was too busy to think of anything else but how to scrape through all the papers..:D..and finally that came to an end on jan 24&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now my fav:D..feb was the most happening month in my life and the best too for a whole lot of reasons:):)..all my close friends know why..and things changed for the best:):)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally i found myself on the morning of april the 13th staring at a 20 year old on the mirror:..well at that moment i really didnt want to be 20..i felt too old:D coz i still feel like i'm 15..donno why saying that you're 19 and saying that you're 20 makes such a lot of difference..its like there's a 10 year gap between the two..but i had to be 20 right..ha whatever..:)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to write this before i turned 20 but as my other half didn't let me(i'e laziness)..i'm doing it now..&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now there were a few things i wished to change about myself this year..i was successful with a few though not with all of them..&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1)I used to really get bothered about why people were indifferent..even the people you thought were your best friends..and i used to be so affected by it..but later i learnt they have their reasons to be so and that its perfectly normal..so now it doesn't affect me anymore:)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2)Misunderstanding and lack of communication can cost a lot..so now i've stopped keeping things in mind..whatever i feel is out in seconds..without a second thought..:)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3)I thought mom and dad would feel i was more responsible to handle things myself..but they still treat me like a 5 year old..i guess that'll never change..:)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4)Even though mom and dad doesn't..i feel i've become more matured:D..well at least to a certain extent..and i guess that's more important:)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5)For some reason i've started taking life a bit more seriously..for someone:)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well that's about it..and i'm feeling so good about posting this..donno why:)..will bore you more later on..and no more swearing about posting regularly this time..coz swearing isn't for people like me..will post when i'm enlightened again:D:)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36543384-6365044246285209679?l=itzmeshal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/feeds/6365044246285209679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36543384&amp;postID=6365044246285209679' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default/6365044246285209679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default/6365044246285209679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/2008/02/year-that-was.html' title='The year that was...'/><author><name>itzme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ6Pq777-mE/SsMlOLQuz0I/AAAAAAAABIM/W7t2CmhLvF4/S220/pic0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36543384.post-4550712781505369130</id><published>2007-08-28T17:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-16T16:58:00.776+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back...:):)</title><content type='html'>:D:D..finally i've taken the 'pains' to update this blog..well it has got spider webs hangin' on it if u look carefuly:D..almost 5 months since the last post..well everytime i update i swear i'll be more frequent..never works though..i'm swearing again this time..lets see..:D

Before i start..i need to attribute this to 3 people..without them this blog wouldn't have happened..:)
First of all it goes to ganesh whose blog i stole these set of questions from:D coz i was too lazy to find my own..hehe..and he's been asking me to update since when i don't really remember..and he's stopped asking me too lately, got fed up i suppose..so this one goes out as a surprise to him:)

Next it goes out to someone who boiled potatoes to make french fries:)):))..wanted to write down that story here..but it would be too short:D..so waiting for him to create more blunders so that i'll have enough material to write a huge blog on it:D:D..so he's kinda my inspiration to write this even though it's a different topic:)

Finally the 3rd person is none other than me..:D..for overcoming the laziness which seems to be my other half..cheers to me:D..happy reading people:)




1.Were you named after anyone? Nope..!!!(gotta lot of weird names in moms and dads family..thankfully I didn’t get them:D)


2. Do you wish on stars? Well if I feel its gonna come true I might wish on ‘em..and if there isn’t any hope I don’t:D


3. When did you last cry?i dont remember..


4. Do you like your handwriting? i love it..seriosuly!!


5. What is your favourite meat? Chicken obviously..


6. What is your most embarrassing CD on your shelf? I don’t have a collection:(


7. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? Of course:)


8.Are you a daredevil? Nope..not at all..too many inhibitions to be one..


9. How do you release anger? I don’t release anger on anyone..prefer being alone then..


10. Where is your second home? Nowhere


11. Do you trust others easily? Yes..very gullible too..


12. What was your favourite toy as a child? My brown teddy bear..still have it though its lost an eye:D..i believe I took that out..:D


13. What class in college do you think is totally useless? All of ‘em:


14. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Not always


15. Have you ever been in a mosh pit? Na


16. What do you look for in a guy/girl? Honesty


17. Would you bungee jump? Of course..would love to..


18. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Nope..too lazy to..


19. What's your favourite ice cream? Chocolate..with nuts!



20. What are your favourite colours? Black and dark brown..



21. What are your least favourite things? Lots really..there are a very few things I like..



22. How many people do you have a crush on right now? Sorry..i keep losing count;D


23. Who do you miss most right now? My nephew:(


24. What are you listening to right now? 'That thing you do' by 'The Wonders'


25. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be? Pink:D



26. What is the weather like right now? Cloudy..



27. Last person you talked to on the phone? My bro



28. The "first" thing you notice about the opposite sex? Their smile..it makes a very strong impression on me



29. Do you like the person who sent you this? I got this copy pasted..but I definitely like the person whose blog I got it from:)


30. How are you today? Moody


31. Favourite non alcoholic drink? Chocolate sharjah:D


32. Favourite alcoholic drink?vodka..plannin' to use it for my next Viva;D..thnx to Chetan Bhagat:D


33. Natural hair colour? Black


34. Eye colour? Dark brown


35. Wear contacts? Na..glasses..not frequently though..


36. Siblings? Yup


37. Favourite month? April


38. Favourite food? Kaaju pulav


39. Favourite day of the year? 13th april


40. Have you ever been too shy to ask someone out? Never done it..yeah but I’ll definitely be shy if I ever have to..


41. Scary movies or happy endings? Both..


42. Summer or winter? Winter..


43. Holi or Diwali? Neither..


44. Do you like your name? yup


45. What book/magazine are you reading? The Day of the Jackal


46. What's on your mouse pad? Juz the mouse..


47. What did you watch on TV last night? Nothin in particular..


48. Favourite Smell? Smell of food..:)


49. Have you ever regretted breaking up with someone? Hasn’t happened yet



50. Most tiresome thing you’ve ever experienced/done? Engineering!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36543384-4550712781505369130?l=itzmeshal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/feeds/4550712781505369130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36543384&amp;postID=4550712781505369130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default/4550712781505369130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default/4550712781505369130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/2007/08/dd.html' title='I&apos;m Back...:):)'/><author><name>itzme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ6Pq777-mE/SsMlOLQuz0I/AAAAAAAABIM/W7t2CmhLvF4/S220/pic0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36543384.post-9066903528330273865</id><published>2007-03-05T20:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-12T19:34:23.269+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Viva Forever...</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since i've updated the blog...too lazy...and G has been askin' me to post for quite sometime now...so came up with somethin' today, finally...quite surprising as nothin' usually happens in my boring life..:

No, its not about the viva forever song by the spice girls, nor is it about the chocolate drink:D...yeah u guessed right, its the dreaded viva-voce..the questioning sessions that accompanies the even more dreaded lab exams...

I happened to go through..i mean actually went through 2 such sessions...and well learnt a pretty good lesson...'VIVAS are not a joke'(see, that's a mistake i made..underestimated 'em:)..u know nothing, then what you're about to read is how screwed up your viva can get if you are absolutely clueless about the subject you're dealin' with!!!

Let's keep the best one last..i.e my lab viva..(maan :))it was ridiculous)...here goes my w/s 'experiance'...what's given in brackets is what i'm thinking, an example of how nonsensical unrelated stuff can run through your mind even when your attendin' something important...in short, how perfectly well i concentrate...

As our batch time was running out, the external asked 2 of us to attend the viva at the same time..i has sree along with me..it was a relief coz she was a buji, so i kinda hoped she would answer all the q's and i would just have to nod my head in agreement:D...

Ext: (movin' the answer sheet towards me..like she wanted me to draw somethin')..."Explain how you get a 180 degree phase shift in an RC coupled amplifier"...(wow!!!, i dont knowwwww..i'm gonna make a perfect 1st impression...:(...while she asks sree, "What does the B &amp; C in a BC107 signify"..(hey not fair, that is absolutely not fair, that question was meant for me..life is never fair...if there's anything i knew in w/s, it was about the components..hehe..that's the easiest part in EC)...guess it was out of frustration i started of with the answer...maam B stands for silii...and my voice trails off as she stares at me sayin, "answer &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; question first"...(aargh!!!)...sree answered the question perfectly...saw the Ext smilin' at her much to my irritation...while i sat there fiddling with the pen and paper...the Ext goes on askin' her about other components and applications while i sit there gettin' restless by the minute...she kept lookin' at me every second to see if i showed any signs of answering the Q...as a last resort i try explaining to her about the workin' of the amplifier (believing some miracle to happen with me ending on the 180 degree answer) , and she says "use the equation Vce=Vcc-IcRc...(yeah right..as if that was a clue..left me even more clueless)...finally i force out an "i dont know"...i end up gettin' an unbelievable stare...

The Ext asked us something like what's BMW followed by a number...(car???)...sree an' i kept lookin' at each other helplessly..we were sure it was a component though we didnt know which...finally sree said "maam is it a f..f..f...eee...(..:))..i couldn't help laughin' at that..)...the Ext completed it for her.."yes its a FET"...(...well she tried..and she got it right!!!...what are you doing here now shal???..get lost!!:)

Sree was done and maam asked her to leave...i got up too, relieved that it was over...when the Ext said..."where are you going???you're not done yet lady, i've got more questions for you"...(that's not what she said exactly, but that's what she meant...what the hell???...i look at the time..it's past 2 and i was really getting hungry...)...i got to sit with another gal this time...a lateral entry, so i need not tell you about her knowledge...i guess she answered most of the questions, while i sat there nodding a 'yes' or a 'no' even though i wasn't really sure(when was i last time anyways!)...and finally after what seemed like ages, she asked us both to leave, confirming my name and roll number for the 3rd time...(just to make sure she gave me a big zero i suppose!!!)

The w/s was only the beginning of the story...the next i.e my lab, is a perfect example of how you 'never' learn from your mistakes!!!

I was the first person in my batch, so was asked to attend the viva even before i started with my question...
The Ext looked like a nice lady though she did not smile even once...(at the end of the viva, i changed my mind,believe me, looks are really deceptive...really really deceptive...)

Ext: (asking me to take a seat)...what is your question?

Me: High pass low pass filters maam...

Ext: Ok. Now tell me what are bypass capacitors in an RC coupled amplifier used for?
Me: (kewl!!!i know that i know that...and with a big grin on my face..)..maam they're used to divert the signal to the ground...
Ext: (silence)
Me: err...yes that's what it is for...(why is she lookin' at me like that?!..the grin suddenly disappearin' from my face)
Ext: Where do the signals go from the ground???
Me: (eh???...do they actually go somewhere?...i didn't think of that earlier)...no it doesn't maam...(takin' a guess)
Ext: Then what happens to it???Does all the charges get accumulated there???
Me: (now, even more confused, well i guess it does)...yes maam..(:D)
Ext: (givin' me one of her stares, she had huge eyes, so that made it even more scary...)...what are the ideal characteristics of an RC CA???
Me: (not smiling this time)...input impedence high, output impedence low and less noise and distortion...(now i had no idea about what the 1st 2 points meant, heard a gal sayin' that before we got into the lab for the exam..bless her bless her!!!)
Ext: That's all???
Me: (Well that's all i know...be satisfied!)...err..yes...
Ext: What does input impedence being high mean?
Me: (expected that!..lookin' away to aviod her stare)...err..mmmm...
Ext: Quick!
Me: (defeated)..i dont know...
Ext: Did you actually prepare for your viva...why dont u do something...tell me what i should ask you...
Me: (I wish i could:D...i didnt say anything...)
Ext: What is an IFT???
Me: Intermediate frequency..err...(transistor or transformer???)...transformer maam
Ext: ok!(phew!)..and where is it used???
Me: Hartley oscillator...(ha!!had that for the w/s...genius shal!genius)
Ext: What is it used for???
Me: (great..i dont know that...well lets see...its 'intermediate frequency' transformer...so gotta be something related to intermediate frequencies...)...(i dont remember what exactly i said, but i'm
sure it was some blunder...)
Ext: really???..(yes it was a blunder...the 'really?' said it all!)
Me: (silence)
Ext: Its better you tell me what i should ask you, that would be easier...
Me: (too embaressed to answer)...
Ext: U can leave...(she looked very satisfied, as though she enjoyed the session very much!...well she didn't have a hard time putting the marks i guess...maybe that's why!)

Yeah, those were the 2 unforgettable episodes...screwed both of them up big time...but really. thinkin' of the externals that have to sit through this an entire day, with students givin' them all sorts of answers and new 'discoveries'..:))..well compared to that kinda torture..this wasn't a big deal...

Lookin' forward to more 'bloody bullshit' vivas..(courtesy for that vocab in quotes: mac(hehe, thanx yaar, that really expresses it;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36543384-9066903528330273865?l=itzmeshal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/feeds/9066903528330273865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36543384&amp;postID=9066903528330273865' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default/9066903528330273865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default/9066903528330273865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-long-time-since-ive-updated.html' title='Viva Forever...'/><author><name>itzme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ6Pq777-mE/SsMlOLQuz0I/AAAAAAAABIM/W7t2CmhLvF4/S220/pic0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36543384.post-2825854634890024949</id><published>2007-02-04T19:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-04T19:53:50.330+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Too bad...:(</title><content type='html'>I’m becomin’ a pessimistic sadistic idiot these days:(...kewl ryt!!!

I really don’t know since when..but I guess it’s after I entered college..the atmosphere there, be it classmates or lecturers or the rules...they’ve all changed me into someone I myself have started despising…

Life at school were the best dayz of my life:)...the classes,the corridors,the ambiance and of course my pals...everything was so perfect…

And the best among those years were of course 11th and 12th …I guess it’s the same for everyone else too being the last 2 years of school life…fond memories that  are etched in ur mind and deny to leave u...(am I sounding a bit too philosophical:D?!)

What I remember most were the biology classes...hehe...maan!!! I took up bio only coz it was my favorite subject in 10th...expectin’ it to be as easy in +1 and 2...:))..i was proved wrong  right from the beginning...bio turned out to be a nightmare...botany was a huge joke…I never got the names right...there seemed to be a million plants..most of which I hadn’t even heard about...and then zoology..sigh!!!..the labs were fun except for the cockroach part..:...they terrified me..disgusting creatures...they gave us ones that were made unconscious using chloroform…they didn’t kill ‘em…we had to prepare a slide using their leg muscle…I used to feel sick…and the moment I touched them with the forceps they moved their legs…the rest I need not say!!!

Maths periods were a hell lotta fun…achu and I used to compete on who would get the answer first…usually I won...but the answer was never ryt:D...and then the way we used to make fun of maam who used to stand in various dance poses while she taught(wonder if anyone noticed that)…and so instead of maths we(just us both) ended up learnin’ a lot of mudras…!!!

I don’t remember much of the physics and chemistry classes..was too busy sleepin’ :D…and when I wasn’t I used to keep buggin pooh..poor gal...she never lost her patience with me..amazing!!!..an’ she never used to talk in class too to my annoyance, so I had to make up for it somehow;)

English classes were really kewl…well compared to the ones that were havin’ these days:…the plays we had on tempest…where we were divided into groups and given 2 topics...one on Antonio and the other on Prospero..we were the first group to present it and messed it up big time:D…forgot the dialogues…prosperos crown fell off….:))..it was fun!!!
And then not to forget the tuitions of course…there too we slept most of the time..especially during chemistry…mariam sree and I used to sit ryt at the back under the fan…what a comfortable spot…and doze off...and the best part, sir never noticed, he was too busy teaching, not once did he notice…weird!

Time went by…the dreaded entrance and boards were approaching...everyone became busy...and suddenly it all ended!!!

College was never what I expected it to be..’who said school days were the best days,
we’ve got college maan, can anything be better than that’???! was what I felt when I got in...now I know the difference...it was nothing like school...the students, their hostility(I don’t mean everyone, but a lot of them that I met during the first few days)...if u didn’t belong to a particular school u couldn’t be in their group...sometimes I couldn’t believe how selfish people can be...some don’t even lend u their notes kinda like lkg kids sayin’ I wont give u my toys!!sigh!!I just can’t comprehend an attitude of that sort!!
So im kinda surviving college just bcoz of a few friends who are worth bein’ with...the rest, I hate ‘em all...it’s sad an’ so unlike me:( an’ I hate to admit it too...but it’s true...

This was not how things were meant to be, and I couldn’t be more disappointed...reality hurts so badly, but this bad,I never imagined...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36543384-2825854634890024949?l=itzmeshal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/feeds/2825854634890024949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36543384&amp;postID=2825854634890024949' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default/2825854634890024949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default/2825854634890024949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/2007/02/too-bad.html' title='Too bad...:('/><author><name>itzme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ6Pq777-mE/SsMlOLQuz0I/AAAAAAAABIM/W7t2CmhLvF4/S220/pic0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36543384.post-2697952825822345861</id><published>2007-01-09T14:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-10T15:01:22.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Comfort &amp; Joy:)</title><content type='html'>I was skipping through the channels yesterday around 12 at midnight when i came across a movie in HBO named 'Comfort and Joy' (C&amp;J) by Maggie Greenwald. Now that's the only time i get to watch TV in this age of megaserials where grandma and mom would be glued in front of the TV after 6 pm, shedding tears along with the 'saans and bahu'!!!:...So i usually keep myself as far as possible from the living room for fear of disturbing them in their melodramatic mood. Sometimes it makes me wonder how they do so!!!I find the emotional scenes funny rather than 'emotional'!..hehe

Since i wasn't feeling sleepy, i decided on watching the rest of the movie though i've heard neither of the movie nor the director or the actors! ..but i'm really really glad i did!
C&amp;amp;J was about a lady named Jane, beautiful, successful, ambitious but single trying to balance her life between her personal ambitions and private fulfillment and her dreams on owning a beautiful family someday.

It's Christmas eve and she's returning home when her car crashes and her whole life suddenly takes a new turn. On regaining conscience, to her horror finds herself 10 years from now on Xmas eve married to a man named Sam and having 2 kids!
She escapes home trying frantically to find out what happened to her past, only to her dismay she realizes that she no longer has a job, her apartment being occupied by someone else, her boyfriend being married to some other women and that her parents got re-married 5 years ago!!!:))..Even her drivers license has her new address on it!

Confused and disheartened she returns 'home' to Sam and the kids trying to sink in the truth of what she was and what she has become now in an unbelieveable sort of way...when her kids exclaim 'mom has gone nuts'!!! :))
She spends the rest of Xmas with Sam and a family who are complete strangers to her only to find herself growing fond of them at the end of the day..realizing this was exactly she wanted her life to be...

The movie ends obviously on the fact that Jane was dreaming, finding to her disbelief the man in her dreamz standing right in front of her!!!:)...how sweet!:)

This reminds me of Dad trying to discuss with me on my future:D...on what i see for myself 5 years from now!!!Me being the 'perfect' daughter;), i've usually discouraged them coz it almost always ends in the common 'dad and adolescent daughter' quarrel:..and furthermore, leave alone 5 years from now, I havn't even thought about tommorrow which happens to be my physics improvement exam...hmmm:D

So c ya later folks...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36543384-2697952825822345861?l=itzmeshal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/feeds/2697952825822345861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36543384&amp;postID=2697952825822345861' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default/2697952825822345861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default/2697952825822345861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-was-skipping-through-channels.html' title='Comfort &amp; Joy:)'/><author><name>itzme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ6Pq777-mE/SsMlOLQuz0I/AAAAAAAABIM/W7t2CmhLvF4/S220/pic0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36543384.post-116421308012793596</id><published>2006-11-22T21:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-08T12:05:13.187+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Exams...duh:|</title><content type='html'>At last!!!

My 3rd sem university exams have come:(...not that i was awaiting them...they're here, like a bunch of uninvited guests!!!

As everyone says..they test your knowledge(my most limited wealth:D)..your skill(on making a sentence an essay)..your memory(the amount that you can by heart) and what not?!...an' i should add, they test my patience too..!

Had a chat with kavi(my pal) today..both of us complained together on why we have to bear with them..it's as though they keep haunting us down in various forms...class tests, series, improvement series, university exams, improvement exams...DUH!
An' am i actually doin' any sort of work for 'improving'...don't ask!there' no question about it...wonder if anyone is, well maybe a handful of them(sorry..that's not an excuse:D)..as i said in my earlier blogs, im procrastinator no.1!

Exams haven't made me any better..i've lost the urge to study..donno why..they've made me even more lazier since entering college..and whats worse???...postpone them to a furthur date, the more happier i am coz now i have more time to waste and waste an' waste.....
But i ain' t a couch potato..thank God for that!..i love doing anything other than studying:D!

Woke up at 7 today(amazing me)..had to visit the doc for my cold that hasnt left me for about 2 weeks now..went for our last class(S3) at maths tuition..(wonder why i go there now..i dont understand a word)..its like iv've found a way out to distract myself from the terrifying thought of exams..kind of a 'feel better' distraction!..came home at 2..obviously tired physically..not mentally though(dont remember the last time i paid attention in class:D)..had a long nap..and finally opened my maths text at 6:00..thats the only subject that isn't greek in S3..and it wasn't long before i started yawning..fought to bring myself to reality..nah!unsuccessful!!!

So finally decided to do what i like doin' most..write:)..to vent out my frustrations on this ruthless killing of youth..and their energy..feels like i've gotten something evil outta me..but that doesn't keep the D-Day from finding me:(..MONDAY!!!..96 hours from now...isnt' that kewl..and an ocean of syllabus to cover..hmm!

I guess that's it...wish me 'LUCK'..will be needing it in abundance starting next week:)..c ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36543384-116421308012793596?l=itzmeshal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/feeds/116421308012793596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36543384&amp;postID=116421308012793596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default/116421308012793596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default/116421308012793596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/2006/11/at-last-my-3rd-sem-university-exams.html' title='Exams...duh:|'/><author><name>itzme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ6Pq777-mE/SsMlOLQuz0I/AAAAAAAABIM/W7t2CmhLvF4/S220/pic0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36543384.post-116257444281131995</id><published>2006-11-03T21:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-08T12:04:15.243+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What a gr8 day!!!</title><content type='html'>Had a grrrrr88888 day today!!!!!

The day turned out so well...an' that too very unexpectedly:)

Woke up today morning hoping at least today would turn out 'not bad'..coz i've stopped hopin' for good days...there arnt just any:(
Got in class right in time at 8:45..first hour was EC(oh no!!!)..even before i could settle down..."roll no 50 tell me wht are oscillators?"(almost jumped outta my seat)..hadn't it been for the gal sittin' next to me, i would have been the 'out'standing student of the day!phew!
Had 3 whole hours of lab..and the day wasn't gettin' any better..the DC source wasn't workin'..the pot had some fault..we weren't gettin' the output and all in all everythin' was getting on my nerves..including the lab assistant(who knows nothing but to scream at us)!!!
Finally to my relief..the bell went at 12:45..leaving the lab was like leavin' hell behind!..but i still had my maths assignment to write..being a procrastinator i usually do them at college..dont be surprised!
Poor me..had to eat with 1 hand and write with the other..thank god i had a spoon:D
It was then that kavi suggested we cut the afternoon class an go to the University to submit our improvement forms..that sounded like a kool idea..far better than sittin' for SSD an' NA!!!
Thanks to one of my wonderful and considerate pals..she said she would complete the rest of the assign. for me..i rushed out with kavi and 2 other gals to the bus stop..hoping the princi hadn't seen us bunk!
While we were waiting..one of our classmates(mega) called on kavis phone tellin us we needed the princi's signature without which the form wouldnt be considered valid...wht the hell man!!!..angry at ourselves an' determined not to go back to class;)..we decided to head home..but as a last resort, the other gal who was with us called up her brother to enquire..he said we didn't need anything of the signature sort...phew!!!
Smilin' at our victory..we boarded the bus to our destination:):)

The towering yellow building somehow made me smile..not that i really liked the place(coz it always reminds me of my exams:
We went to the fee counter..had arguments over filling up the form..even though we've done it before..collected our receipt and consulted the security standing near the commissioner of exam buliding..had to call him uncle(he was a grandpa actually)..for our sake so that he wouldn't scream at us for our silly doubts..asked us to buy an envelope from some 'ammachi'..went round searchin' for her..finally found her outside the gate..went back to 'uncle' with it..got fired for not puttin' the receipt along with the form..i got fired for sittin' on some place beside the steps..got fired again for not writing the 'application for what on the envelope':D..in short got fired for practically every single thing!

All this running around had exhausted us an' we were bankrupt too..didnt know improving was a costly affair..that's an' indirect punishment for bein' lazy:(..went to the canteen..had coffee..felt like heaven..walked round the whole place wasting our time..listened to a hell lot of comments(was really funny though)..whatsoever had a great time!

We didnt have to sit for boring SSD or NA..its like sittin' for a greek an' latin class..guess this is what college life is all about..after passin' out what are the odds that we get oppurtunities like this ever again???an' that too with our very own dear pals:)..was imagining mega's expression when we tell her of our adventure:))..C ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36543384-116257444281131995?l=itzmeshal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/feeds/116257444281131995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36543384&amp;postID=116257444281131995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default/116257444281131995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default/116257444281131995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/2006/11/had-grrrrr88888-day-today-day-turned.html' title='What a gr8 day!!!'/><author><name>itzme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ6Pq777-mE/SsMlOLQuz0I/AAAAAAAABIM/W7t2CmhLvF4/S220/pic0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36543384.post-116179794386716670</id><published>2006-10-25T17:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:35:23.130+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Moi first blog:)</title><content type='html'>Finally my very first blog!!!

Being my first one...would love all my readers(if any do turn up to read this) to know a bit about me..so tht u guys can decide whether u really wanna read the rest of my blogs;)

Lets see,...why is talking about urself so hard to do???I cant seem to find anything to tell u about me rather than maybe, im a 'human being':D...hehe...i know what ur thinking right now!this isnt funny at all right???!Ah!Thts it!!!I have a very bad sense of humour(phew)

Well, im just another ordinary gal trying to figure out whats goin' on in my life, where i'm heading to, whats keeping me alive in this insane world, what brought me here and why the hell am i typing crap right now!!!
Im really sorry...just had an argument with a friend..nothing serious..stupid me!(as always)..so just a little moody,which is goin' to reflect badly here..but i need to publish this..coz its now or never!!!(me being the worlds no.1 procrastinator!)..wish i had shown as much interest in studyin!

Lemme start with what i like and like doin'...

1) reading reading and more reading(im in love with books...wait!not boring theory books;)..but fiction..an' Sheldon is my favourite:)..no one can beat him!

2) drawing an' painting(im not hussain bhai or anything:D...its just a past time and do it once in a while:)

3) playing the keyboard(i do that when im in a terrible mood!it really helps!)

4) listening to people talk(being a pretty silent person i prefer listening to talking...so u'll find me talking very rarely:)...except when im with close friends:D

5) thinking...(about anything and everything...i hope i dont sound like a maniac)
6) going for long walks with friends...
7) writing...(why do u think im here!)
8) listening to music...and the list goes on an' on...(lemme not bore u)

At last..my favourite!..Things i hate..hehe

1) unpunctuality(makes me lose my nerves..not that i am exactly punctual:D)

2) people who use the word f*** and a******...i simply hate thm...donno why!

3) boasting...(please dont mind coz i might run from the spot)
4) thats it..this list isnt endless like the one above...i can tolerate anything other than the above three:)

I've written too much for a novice...and guess what???bloggin can be such an eye opener...coz i just realized im no good at writing!!!aargh!!!C ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36543384-116179794386716670?l=itzmeshal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/feeds/116179794386716670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36543384&amp;postID=116179794386716670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default/116179794386716670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36543384/posts/default/116179794386716670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itzmeshal.blogspot.com/2006/10/finally-my-very-first-blog-being-my.html' title='Moi first blog:)'/><author><name>itzme</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZ6Pq777-mE/SsMlOLQuz0I/AAAAAAAABIM/W7t2CmhLvF4/S220/pic0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
