<?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-28423535</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:28:18.454+05:30</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='LOL'/><category term='Banter'/><category term='Interesting'/><category term='Vote'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Thought Process'/><category term='The &quot;Gyan&quot;'/><category term='Conversations'/><category term='Chiggy Wiggy'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Masakali'/><category term='The Beginning'/><category term='Fun n Timepass'/><title type='text'>Little More Than Useless</title><subtitle type='html'>Nebula's Ramblings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-2621738812400441742</id><published>2010-02-21T12:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-21T12:35:23.195+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Publicity Stunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sims-orion2010.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://sims-orion2010.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/28423535-2621738812400441742?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2621738812400441742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=2621738812400441742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/2621738812400441742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/2621738812400441742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2010/02/publicity-stunt.html' title='Publicity Stunt'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-2900354294435179269</id><published>2010-02-01T10:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-01T10:44:00.814+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banter'/><title type='text'>Osho Chappals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/S2ZiftS7bJI/AAAAAAAADa8/Hj57RIJcZNQ/s1600-h/chappals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/S2ZiftS7bJI/AAAAAAAADa8/Hj57RIJcZNQ/s320/chappals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433138297343536274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Osho chappals" - The Latest, Trendiest thing which every common girl wears nowadays. BUT the worst thing about these chappals is that these just give NO GRIP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing my grievances against the osho makers!! Why can't they provide a little more grip to the soles!! I was walking down the stairs when my chappals and not Me lost the grip !! I slipped 4 stairs and had a real humpty dumpty fall :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within seconds people around came running to see if i was 'ok'. I just got up, confused for a second and then said - "I am glad, my spine is still intact!!" :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How embarrassing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-2900354294435179269?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2900354294435179269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=2900354294435179269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/2900354294435179269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/2900354294435179269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2010/02/osho-chappals.html' title='Osho Chappals'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/S2ZiftS7bJI/AAAAAAAADa8/Hj57RIJcZNQ/s72-c/chappals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-5961104284178886757</id><published>2010-01-26T19:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-26T19:04:26.394+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Timepass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banter'/><title type='text'>My Current Condition!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/S17vQo-tieI/AAAAAAAADac/n2Nun8Qn8uY/s1600-h/ATT00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/S17vQo-tieI/AAAAAAAADac/n2Nun8Qn8uY/s320/ATT00002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431041269812791778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-5961104284178886757?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5961104284178886757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=5961104284178886757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/5961104284178886757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/5961104284178886757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-current-condition.html' title='My Current Condition!'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/S17vQo-tieI/AAAAAAAADac/n2Nun8Qn8uY/s72-c/ATT00002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-8830712101405009364</id><published>2009-11-23T18:59:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-21T10:20:57.887+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiggy Wiggy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masakali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Timepass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Chiggy-Wiggy n Masakali</title><content type='html'>What exactly does &lt;b&gt;"Chiggy-Wiggy"&lt;/b&gt; mean ?? &lt;i&gt;*If u have heard the song!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any difference between "Chiggy Wiggy" of Kylie Minogue and that of Akshay Kumar (sonu Nigam)??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. I was pondering, listening to Chiggy-Wiggy when i heard something approaching me .. it sounded like a helicopter!! I turned to see if it was really a helicopter but to my surprise it was a Pigeon!! This Stupid, Silly one attacked me and wanted to take my Ipod away! I SCREAMED cuz I got scared!! &amp;amp; the Pigeon got Scared cuz I Screamed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/SwqPXH855GI/AAAAAAAADJ0/YV1bfmeX9ho/s1600/pigeon_attack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407291930045965410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/SwqPXH855GI/AAAAAAAADJ0/YV1bfmeX9ho/s320/pigeon_attack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder, what the hell was it thinking when it saw Me - Stationary Rock or a Statue??&lt;br /&gt;MY HIGH decibel levels saved me, But scared the poor Masakali. It got scared, crashed landed on the floor, turned, struggled and finally relaunched itself in the open sky!! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Damage done - 2 scratch marks on my arm and a slight dent on my Ipod!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;PS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a second thought, thank god, the silly one didn't try this on me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/SwqPfEOyeOI/AAAAAAAADJ8/xSJo_O7fOxc/s1600/birdshit-bombing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407292066486188258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/SwqPfEOyeOI/AAAAAAAADJ8/xSJo_O7fOxc/s320/birdshit-bombing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-8830712101405009364?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8830712101405009364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=8830712101405009364&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/8830712101405009364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/8830712101405009364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/11/chiggy-wiggy-n-masakalli.html' title='Chiggy-Wiggy n Masakali'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/SwqPXH855GI/AAAAAAAADJ0/YV1bfmeX9ho/s72-c/pigeon_attack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-8445384864583045211</id><published>2009-10-07T03:00:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-07T03:10:00.259+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Timepass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Gender Bias ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ullu ke patthe!!&lt;/span&gt; (Son of an owl!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gadhe ki aulaad !!&lt;/span&gt; (Son of a Donkey!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would have seen/heard these monologues when an angry &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Father&lt;/span&gt; scolds his Son..&lt;br /&gt;But have you ever heard a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mother&lt;/span&gt; scolding her son "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You SOB&lt;/span&gt;" ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-8445384864583045211?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8445384864583045211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=8445384864583045211&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/8445384864583045211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/8445384864583045211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/10/gender-bias.html' title='Gender Bias ?!'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-6114746708289889633</id><published>2009-09-20T02:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-20T02:14:58.607+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All u got to have is MONEY!</title><content type='html'>Nursery - 2 years&lt;br /&gt;Schooling - 12 years&lt;br /&gt;Engineering Degree - 4 years&lt;br /&gt;Work Experience - 3 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proof&lt;/span&gt; of the above qualification?? - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rs.200 &lt;/span&gt;(Rs. 100 for stamp paper + Rs 25 for the Stamps + Rs. 75 for the Advocate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Do not bother to carry the certificates to a Notary for an affidavit cuz no one checks. &lt;br /&gt;BUT DO NOT forget to carry your wallet as  nothing works in India without Money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://members.pioneer.net/~mchumor/00images/5497_whitecollarcrime_RSH.gif" src="http://members.pioneer.net/%7Emchumor/00images/5497_whitecollarcrime_RSH.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-6114746708289889633?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6114746708289889633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=6114746708289889633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/6114746708289889633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/6114746708289889633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-u-got-to-have-is-money.html' title='All u got to have is MONEY!'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-1639112829214558397</id><published>2009-08-20T18:00:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-20T18:49:10.958+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Timepass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banter'/><title type='text'>Swin-fluenza</title><content type='html'>I am sure by now, We all have had too much of H1N1 news! If not physically, everyone has been affected MENTALLY with the Swine flu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Few interesting facts about the flu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Getting off(leave) at work has now become simpler. Sneeze/cough heavily in your Boss's cabin and he/she will send you home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Barack Obama does not have swine flu.  This rumor went around after the tour guide Obama met in Mexico died, but not of swine flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Swine flu inpires new &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090817/ap_on_re_eu/eu_med_swine_flu_game"&gt;video game&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.swinefighter.com/"&gt;s&lt;/a&gt;)!! Can u beat that??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Expecting a mask will protect from swine flu is like believing the fisherman's net will protect one from the mosquitoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Swine flu Holidays = Watching Pending Movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If flu catches a celebrity, It's called &lt;a href="http://www.anorak.co.uk/celebrities/220362.html"&gt;Celebrity swine flu&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The most commonly used search engine used to cough up 31,800,000 articles on swine flu before i wrote this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't like giving FREE publicity to any website but just could stop myself from sharing this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jevcRwhjJJU&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.hollywoodgrind.com%2Fparis-hilton-does-not-eat-swine-flu%2F&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 The difference between swine kiss and a swine flu kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/So1H75LFrGI/AAAAAAAADAs/mZG0qAe_Q5I/s1600-h/fg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 108px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/So1H75LFrGI/AAAAAAAADAs/mZG0qAe_Q5I/s200/fg.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372029024808053858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-1639112829214558397?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1639112829214558397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=1639112829214558397&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/1639112829214558397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/1639112829214558397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/08/swin-fluenza.html' title='Swin-fluenza'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/So1H75LFrGI/AAAAAAAADAs/mZG0qAe_Q5I/s72-c/fg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-6647750680403464327</id><published>2009-08-14T18:34:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-20T18:49:30.854+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Process'/><title type='text'>The Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/SoVkYWFKJOI/AAAAAAAADAU/vbikEm4W2h0/s1600-h/butteryfly.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/SoVkYWFKJOI/AAAAAAAADAU/vbikEm4W2h0/s200/butteryfly.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369808500116038882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I saw him flutter his wings for the last time..&lt;br /&gt;  Saw him struggle to make his last flight possible..&lt;br /&gt;  He tried his best..&lt;br /&gt;  But it had already been destined by the Almighty..&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;amp; He had already made his final flight for the life time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I sat there.. watching him,&lt;br /&gt;  Wondering, if he had had the best last flight he wanted to ..?&lt;br /&gt;  Wondered, if he had the chance to taste the sweetest nectar which he ever wanted to..?!&lt;br /&gt;  Wondered, if he had done EVERYTHING he had ever wished to..!&lt;br /&gt;"Had He?".. wondered I ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/SoVlS-kfpqI/AAAAAAAADAk/Yh2LiDMcFZE/s1600-h/14277-Sad_butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/SoVlS-kfpqI/AAAAAAAADAk/Yh2LiDMcFZE/s200/14277-Sad_butterfly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369809507417302690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our life no different than the ones with the beautiful wings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't wait, spread your wings, Better fly ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;than being a butterfly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-6647750680403464327?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6647750680403464327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=6647750680403464327&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/6647750680403464327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/6647750680403464327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/08/butterfly.html' title='The Butterfly'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/SoVkYWFKJOI/AAAAAAAADAU/vbikEm4W2h0/s72-c/butteryfly.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-5827809637688449179</id><published>2009-05-28T10:15:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:40:40.960+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The &quot;Gyan&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>Why we should think n speak!</title><content type='html'>Conversation between me(Me) and my friend(F) during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Me n F occupied the table where my other friends (O) were already seated and having lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: what is that stink ?? Aren't u guys getting it ??&lt;br /&gt;F &amp;amp; O : No..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey No, it is stinking here !! How come u guys are not getting it ??&lt;br /&gt;F: (points to her Lunch Box) Is it this ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's that ? :|&lt;br /&gt;F: Fish&lt;br /&gt;Me:  oh..!! (Silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*No offense meant to anyone!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-5827809637688449179?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5827809637688449179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=5827809637688449179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/5827809637688449179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/5827809637688449179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-we-should-think-n-speak.html' title='Why we should think n speak!'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-6703052497901341786</id><published>2009-04-28T22:53:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:21:27.738+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The &quot;Gyan&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vote'/><title type='text'>Voting Time - My struggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Election day - the excitement starts early in the morning; the day where the whole "responsibility" of selecting the right candidate for the country "overflows"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;MY Struggle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FYI &lt;/span&gt;- In Karnataka, for convenience, we translate the common English words to Kannada by adding an extra 'u' at the end of the word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;For example -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;'List' in English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;'Listu' in Kannada :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;@ 6:30 am -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I with my family reach the polling booth (i know that's a little too early!!). We are reminded that Polling starts only @ 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Oops! we opt to go for a morning walk! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;@ 7 am- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I stand in the queue. My turn comes, but people inside the booth say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"Nimma hesaroo, listu nalli illa!! Alli hogee amma, number nodikondu banee!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; (Ur name is not in the list. Go there Mother, see the number and come back!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;FINE, we march back to the "booth help desk", to find our names and number in the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;@ 7:30 am -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I start wondering when the list will be "Ctrl+F" enabled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;High time 'technology' is introduced in elections!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Unable to find our names, they say - "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Aa booth nalli hosaa listu irrathe.. alli nimma hesaru irrathe nodee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;" (In that booth, there will be a new list, u will find Ur names there!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;.. We March back. Again back in the queue. This time the Police fella recognizes and gives us a smile. My turn comes and Guess what! I get the same stupid response.. "Ur name is not there is the list!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;.. !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;@ 8:00 am -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;BACK HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;@ 8:00 - 8:30 am- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Thought process - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"haudoo, yaarge vote-u madodhoo??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; (btw, whom should I vote for??) .. BJP naa, Congress-aa ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Anyway no name in the "listu", what's the point in pondering!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;@ 9:00 am- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;One of the Help desk local guy delivers the identity number home. We again gear up and go back to the polling booth (Hoping it's the last time for this election!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;@ 9:15 am-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Same Police fella after seeing us for the third time - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"Yenu Madaam, Innu vote-u haklilvaa?"&lt;/span&gt; (What madam, still haven't voted?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Me - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"Aiyo, Innu Illa, Ivaage number sikthoo.. !!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(Not yet, we got our numbers now!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I enter the booth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Polling-Booth-Fellow(PBF) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"Yenamma numberoo??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; (What Mother, whats Ur number??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Me -  1149&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;PBF searches, finds 1149 (Ah At last!!) BUT, it was some grand ma's pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;He raises his head, adjusts his spectacles and sees me to see if the grand ma's photo matches with mine!! :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;PBF - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"Nimma hesaru illamaa!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; (Ur name is not there Mother!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;OH GOD NOT AGAIN!! :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Back to Help desk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Me - Yenu idu, tirga hesaru illa anthatre avaru!! (what is this, they again say our names are not there in the list??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Help desk fella to his assistant-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; "Nodu rajaa, avara hesaru sareege hudkoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; (See my King(dear), search their names properly) .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;aamele card kalee beda chinna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(and don't lose the card, My 'Gold')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;In the mean time some other Help Desk fella - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"Madam, Nimma hesaru sikhtalva.. bere booth nalli idde.. 66 alla 67 booth-oo" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(Madam, we got Ur names already, its in Booth number 67 and not 66!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;9:30 am- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I go in, I vote. That beep sound which had scared me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/05/ink-on-my-finger.html"&gt;Last time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;, didn't bother me this time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;2 hour struggle to get my index finger coloured with the blue ink..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/SfdBI4nkzpI/AAAAAAAACaA/g---59ORBdM/s1600-h/28042009042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/SfdBI4nkzpI/AAAAAAAACaA/g---59ORBdM/s200/28042009042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329800304909405842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-6703052497901341786?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6703052497901341786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=6703052497901341786&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/6703052497901341786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/6703052497901341786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/04/voting-time-my-struggle.html' title='Voting Time - My struggle'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/SfdBI4nkzpI/AAAAAAAACaA/g---59ORBdM/s72-c/28042009042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-5468411620596402474</id><published>2009-04-11T18:28:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:58:34.854+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banter'/><title type='text'>The mighty Shoe</title><content type='html'>Man has done it again.&lt;br /&gt;This time he has found the shortest path to get to the Hall of Fame!&lt;br /&gt;It's simple, just take out your shoe, aim n throw it at the right person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT'S IT!! n U will be Famous !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares these days if one is famous for the right or wrong reason? After all even the word "Infamous" has "Famous" in it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best part is, once you throw your shoe (be it branded/ good/ bad/ torn) you will end up getting "support" from the rivals of "that" important person. For example, Jarnail Singh, the "Star", who threw his (or his neighbour's!) shoe at the well known Politician won a cash reward of Rs 2,00,000 for his bad aim from Sikh political party Shiromani Akali Dal!&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that just GREAT !?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will not surprised if someone tomorrow opens an institute an offers a crash course in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Throw-ur-shoe-the-right-way&lt;/span&gt;" and make money!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time, Don't throw away your old shoe in the trash. Save it for the future !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/SeCai2nH45I/AAAAAAAACX0/EkTRt88EEDQ/s1600-h/341271746v2_350x350_Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/SeCai2nH45I/AAAAAAAACX0/EkTRt88EEDQ/s200/341271746v2_350x350_Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323424683117765522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend asked - "Who will be your TARGET??"&lt;br /&gt;.. well, I am still thinking on that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-5468411620596402474?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5468411620596402474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=5468411620596402474&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/5468411620596402474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/5468411620596402474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/04/whom-will-throw-ur-shoe-at.html' title='The mighty Shoe'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/SeCai2nH45I/AAAAAAAACX0/EkTRt88EEDQ/s72-c/341271746v2_350x350_Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-4342700680877992241</id><published>2009-03-15T00:12:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-15T09:53:03.498+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Timepass'/><title type='text'>Smile :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/Sbx9hoCSjXI/AAAAAAAACV0/8hfOn6spVQQ/s1600-h/SmileWEB.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/Sbx9hoCSjXI/AAAAAAAACV0/8hfOn6spVQQ/s320/SmileWEB.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313259677026520434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things always bring a smile on our face; Like ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The infectious smile of an Innocent child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unexpected rain on a hot arid day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing that someone special&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The old Photographs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading the old Hand written letters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walking bare foot on the lush green grass!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sitting on the terrace and watching the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Floating in water!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breathing deeply with your arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A warm Hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching a baby sleep..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The feeling after finishing the last exam! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching people eat "Center-shock" chewing gum !! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The waves kissing the shore!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dancing, like no one is watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing an old couple in a movie theater packed with youngsters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing a young couple doing a cozy dance at night, in the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Running on sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singing loudly on the beach with the ear phones on!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swatting mosquitoes with the electric bat! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching the crimson orange Sun, which is all set to set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making others smile!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smile on&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Loads of Love!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-4342700680877992241?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4342700680877992241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=4342700680877992241&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/4342700680877992241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/4342700680877992241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/03/smile-pleeeezz.html' title='Smile :-)'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/Sbx9hoCSjXI/AAAAAAAACV0/8hfOn6spVQQ/s72-c/SmileWEB.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-5505250112156132395</id><published>2009-03-14T22:52:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:07:31.886+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Timepass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banter'/><title type='text'>SMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I sms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;He/she sms-es the same sms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Then, that's called a "Forward"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, in College days, I used to send &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 100 sms per day and sometimes even wait till midnight to get the next day's free 100 sms!&lt;br /&gt;Those olden golden days are gone! But certain forwarded messages still do end up exciting me once in while. Last weekend, I got this forward -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Describe me in one word using first letter of your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I forwarded it to people and got few &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interesting&lt;/span&gt; replies like -&lt;br /&gt;"Sweet, Mast-mast, Audacious, Adoring, Gifted, Knowledgeable, Scintillating, Masak-kalee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*well, who doesn't like being praised ??* :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More Interesting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; the wicked ones! -&lt;br /&gt;"Saand" (meaning Bull in Hindi)   ,  Pig   :D:D:D:D:D:D  (with smileys attached)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Last but not the least, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best-Worst-Insulting-Description Award &lt;/span&gt;goes to this friend of mine, whom i call KP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*our conversation*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - So what do say, describe me in one word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;KP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Hmmm.. I cannot call you "Kind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Areyyy!! Why nottttttttttttt??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;KP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Because I have never seen you .. doing anything ... "KIND" !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - HUH! What an insult!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;KP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - I cannot call you "Kiddish"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Well, I am ok with that ! Anything else you can think of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;KP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; -  And yes I obviously cannot call you "KINGKONG" !! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - What!?? OFCOURSE NOT!! I think i made a mistake by asking you this question !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*after a while*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;KP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Hey! I think I can call you "Kool", with the 'K' in the cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Oh ya? something like "Amul kool" ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;KP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- How about this one, "Knock-Down-Beauty"??? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - Grrrr.. enough, lets get back to work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-5505250112156132395?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5505250112156132395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=5505250112156132395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/5505250112156132395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/5505250112156132395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/03/forward-sms.html' title='SMS'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-5577870657513376311</id><published>2009-01-25T23:18:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:37:35.594+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Process'/><title type='text'>I caught Myself staring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see him. But thankfully, he doesn't see me seeing him. That gives me the courage to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;He is busy. I see him again to see what keeps him so busy. It is his iphone. Possibly, it is a movie that keeps him busy. Though physically occupying the side upper berth in the train but he is pre-occupied in his own world. He is traveling alone, but definitely ain't lonely. The volume is high and i hear a language which i am not familiar with. He is a foreigner, possibly German or French (Now, That is most common guesses i make!) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when i decide to look elsewhere, he does something; and holds my attention. He Smiles.. gently, innocently looking at his iphone. Then all of sudden, his smile turns into a chuckle!&lt;br /&gt;While seeing all this, i momentarily realize just one thing.. All the while, unknowingly, i had been smiling too!&lt;br /&gt;An infectious smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continues to watch the movie and i decide to stop (staring &amp;amp; typing on my phone!) hit the bed.. errr .. i mean the berth ..!&lt;br /&gt;Night! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.&lt;br /&gt;In the Morning, I spoke to him.&lt;br /&gt;This gentleman found opening the Indian Railway door difficult.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't blame him for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unlocking doors in Indian trains require some logical thinking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think so ? :)&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/28423535-5577870657513376311?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5577870657513376311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=5577870657513376311&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/5577870657513376311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/5577870657513376311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='I caught Myself staring!'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-5355483592800591373</id><published>2008-11-29T22:59:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:07:52.271+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Process'/><title type='text'>A Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/STF9vqL8ChI/AAAAAAAABjc/9gL-G2lc8n8/s1600-h/Candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/STF9vqL8ChI/AAAAAAAABjc/9gL-G2lc8n8/s320/Candles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274134896359246354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to the brave soldiers, their families and to all my the fellow Indians. Lets keep the fire burning and let not the sacrifice go waste this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A Soldier is Never Dead, until and unless he is forgotten ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-5355483592800591373?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5355483592800591373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=5355483592800591373&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/5355483592800591373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/5355483592800591373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-heart-goes-out-to-brave-soldiers.html' title='A Tribute'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/STF9vqL8ChI/AAAAAAAABjc/9gL-G2lc8n8/s72-c/Candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-7051193740204424412</id><published>2008-11-06T21:21:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:08:26.582+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Timepass'/><title type='text'>which.came.first.chicken.or.egg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A Joint venture,&lt;br /&gt;A shared account,&lt;br /&gt;An Output of 2 idle minds..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whichcamefirstchickenoregg.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;which.came.first.chicken.or.egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/28423535-7051193740204424412?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7051193740204424412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=7051193740204424412&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/7051193740204424412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/7051193740204424412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/whichcamefirstchickenoregg.html' title='which.came.first.chicken.or.egg'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-6001292108820275440</id><published>2008-09-20T13:22:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:09:13.729+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The &quot;Gyan&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banter'/><title type='text'>Turn-off Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's been 5 minutes that he left my place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But I still feel his presence. Wonder if its the centralized AC which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;makes me feel that way or just the stupid nose of mine which is not letting go the air it breathed just few minutes ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;'He', my colleague just walked over to say the final Good bye before quitting the company. Everything was fine until he opened his mouth. I literally had to push my chair 4 feet back from it's original position. The gush of wind can have so much of an impact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;BAD breath !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;God! It's such a turn off factor!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can one not know how to brush properly ?? Is it the lack of Dentist camps in school days which make people careless ? or is it simply laziness ?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How can the 'close' friends, parents, relatives choose not to complain ? Don't they find it disgusting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If not them, who can really tell them that they need to see the dentist IMMEDIATELY for a clean up!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Gosh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;God Bless ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;PS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Did Sleeping beauty have the habit of brushing twice?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'll assume she did; otherwise Prince charming wouldn't have cared, dared or even risked a kiss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-6001292108820275440?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6001292108820275440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=6001292108820275440&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/6001292108820275440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/6001292108820275440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/09/turn-off-factor.html' title='Turn-off Factor'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-4966643719657363394</id><published>2008-09-07T19:27:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:09:45.227+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banter'/><title type='text'>What should i name this now ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am bad at Naming! Be it for a pet, a post or a blog. I feel it's something i am absolutely bad at!!&lt;br /&gt;I struggle (n struggle n struggle). But never find a name that satisfies me (or others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I had named my blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;krypticsilence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, with a justification that 'silence is cryptic'!! Though that's true but the name originated from the fact that i was reading '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cryptography"&gt;Cryptography&lt;/a&gt;' that time, when the lightning struck and i decided to name my blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;krypticsilence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well past is past and it's swirlingchocolate now (I know, i know, u know cuz u are already here reading all this!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me end this gibberish post with an highly uninteresting pic of swirlingchocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/SMPjfnFyddI/AAAAAAAABWU/FG55ES2tCqI/s1600-h/SwirlingChocolate.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/SMPjfnFyddI/AAAAAAAABWU/FG55ES2tCqI/s320/SwirlingChocolate.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243284523398100434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-4966643719657363394?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4966643719657363394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=4966643719657363394&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/4966643719657363394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/4966643719657363394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-should-i-name-this-now.html' title='What should i name this now ??'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/SMPjfnFyddI/AAAAAAAABWU/FG55ES2tCqI/s72-c/SwirlingChocolate.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-494151357273807870</id><published>2008-09-07T16:37:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-20T13:51:35.832+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Bachna ae Haseeno!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;“Bachna-Hasna”&lt;br /&gt;“Bachna-Hasna”&lt;br /&gt;“Bachna-Hasna”&lt;br /&gt;.. No shpelling mistake there, just some original lingual mishtake from the guy who was selling the tickets in black!&lt;br /&gt;Got the tickets in black, but it was worth it. Jam packed theatre, with crowd hooting every now and then, made it even more entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call this movie a typical ‘Bollywood Masala’.&lt;br /&gt;The Exotic locations, catchy songs, one Hero with looks and skills, overly flaunted with 3 beautiful ladies! Does the director need anything more to make the movie a hit? (Of course, he needs a Producer!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s the story all about?!&lt;br /&gt;Simple, it’s Bhel Puri of DDLJ, Salaam Namaste and Yashraj magic.&lt;br /&gt;Ranbir Kapoor (Raj) seems to have only one goal – Woo woman, whoever walks into his life by chance, by mistake. He impresses and wins over, but only to ditch them later. When his ‘original’ love gets rejected, he realises his mistakes and decides to go tell them ‘Sorry’.&lt;br /&gt;Though the story is most of the times predictable it keeps the viewers entertained. Surely, a ‘paisa-wasool’ flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I find common in Yashraj movies is ‘the Decade history for a ticket’ – What I mean is the story in the movie will start in 1996 and but end after a decade. Remember, Veer (SRK) waiting for Zaara (Preity) for 20 years? *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would rate this one &lt;strong&gt;7.5/10&lt;br /&gt;Why 7.5? (Especially that .5?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cuz’ I took a mean of 7 and 8.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Exotic locations! Colourful Songs!&lt;br /&gt;3. Aging of Ranbir looks natural in the movie. With specs and formals he looks older.&lt;br /&gt;4. For Kunal Kapoor :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The So- So factor about the movie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Reel-Real couple&lt;br /&gt;2. The predictable storyline&lt;br /&gt;3. The Theatre seats!!  :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, watch it if you still haven’t!&lt;br /&gt;Cyaaaa ! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-494151357273807870?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/494151357273807870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=494151357273807870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/494151357273807870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/494151357273807870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/09/bachna-ae-haseeno.html' title='Bachna ae Haseeno!!'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-8465578875365636344</id><published>2008-07-05T21:03:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-20T13:52:55.521+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Jaane Tu (about the review) ...Ya Jaane na ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.. If not, let me throw a little light on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;Just watched Aamir's latest production '&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jaane_Tu_Ya_Jaane_Na"&gt;Jaane Tu..Ya Jaane na&lt;/a&gt;', more popularly known as just 'Jaane tu..'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theater was jam packed with mostly the college going crowd (all thanks to the timely release, where students are just done with their exams!).&lt;br /&gt;Imran Khan's cute innocent look and smile happens to do the magic, especially with the female audience! He surely has proven his potential and acting capabilities. Genelia looks charming as ever. Definitely, a great launching platform for the new star in making!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, i would rate the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;6 on 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Now, That's because of the weak storyline which has nothing 'extra ordinary' to offer. It disappoints especially those who enter the theater with a lot of expectations! The first half is boring and dragging. The second half catches up a little with some action and drama;  this will surely keep you awake!! The movie fails to make it to the top spot because of it's much 'expected' twists in the story. But even then, the fresh faces are refreshing to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What i Liked - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 'catchy' songs and the 'New' Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What i Disliked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;2. The jokes, most of which were not even close to being funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Will i watch it again ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. All Depends on the company i have the next time!! *wink* ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Is it worth Watching ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. If u have got absolutely nothing to do in the weekend and have no hopes from the movie, movie maker or whosoever.. Go watch it.&lt;br /&gt;It's a decent bollywood flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE BEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-8465578875365636344?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8465578875365636344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=8465578875365636344&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/8465578875365636344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/8465578875365636344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/07/jaane-tu-about-review-ya-janne-naa.html' title='Jaane Tu (about the review) ...Ya Jaane na ??'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-5361605137098065878</id><published>2008-05-11T09:37:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:11:45.630+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The &quot;Gyan&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vote'/><title type='text'>The ink on my finger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;At last!&lt;br /&gt;I used the right i have been gifted with - &lt;strong&gt;'The Right to vote' &lt;/strong&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any other first time voter, i too had my apprehensions about the procedure of voting. I had questions like -&lt;br /&gt;- How to vote?&lt;br /&gt;- What's the procedure?&lt;br /&gt;- Which button to press!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a child. It made me feel as if i was standing in a queue for an exam or a viva voce..!&lt;br /&gt;But at the end, except for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;looooooong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; beep from voting machine which made me feel a little scared, rest all turned out to be simple and fine.&lt;br /&gt;(Now, that was because i had pressed and held the button too long)&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/SF49NC-u3xI/AAAAAAAABR0/ISLHCr32kRc/s1600-h/Cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214672712889196306" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/SF49NC-u3xI/AAAAAAAABR0/ISLHCr32kRc/s320/Cut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. the ink on my finger fades away but i wanted to put here for rememberance.&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u voted?&lt;br /&gt;Write to me if u need some coaching classes on that.&lt;br /&gt;It's absolutely FREE !! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-5361605137098065878?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5361605137098065878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=5361605137098065878&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/5361605137098065878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/5361605137098065878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/05/ink-on-my-finger.html' title='The ink on my finger!'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/SF49NC-u3xI/AAAAAAAABR0/ISLHCr32kRc/s72-c/Cut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-4716061662592613910</id><published>2008-05-04T12:30:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-20T13:53:38.231+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Timepass'/><title type='text'>What to gift ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;When it comes to deciding 'Birthday' &amp;amp; 'Anniversary' Gifts, I really do&lt;br /&gt;sweat for the small stuff. Be it a for a guy or girl, I never find it easy to come up with the best Gift !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I feel one has to be carefully choosing 'gifts'. I feel classify them broadly into two different categories - Personal and General.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal -&lt;br /&gt;For the dear ones... people whom you can gift just anything! Gifting 'Perfumes/Deo/Shirts/T-Shirts' to your colleagues can be risky, as it gives them a chance to draw unnecessary conclusions! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 May is approaching and I struggle to find the 'Ideal' gift for my dear &lt;a href="http://www.grid04.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt;. I seek my other 'Resourceful' &lt;a href="http://www.waps36writes.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; and ask him for his suggestions. Our Conversation -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Do you guys like the idea of flowers?&lt;br /&gt;He - Naaaaaaah!! We don’t!!&lt;br /&gt;We generally like stuff which is "Useful”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - yeah, I understand... even I don’t understand why guys think girls always like Teddy's. receiving 3 'Teddy's' on a single birthday can make one really crazy!&lt;br /&gt;So what else can u suggest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He - Shaving kit&lt;br /&gt;Me - Okay... what else?&lt;br /&gt;How about Perfume/Deo?&lt;br /&gt;He - Yeah... Deos are the best!&lt;br /&gt;Me - o k .. He might like it then..&lt;br /&gt;He - Pen&lt;br /&gt;He - Comb&lt;br /&gt;Me - :|&lt;br /&gt;How will I know the kind of 'Comb' he likes/wants!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He - Does he play any instrument?&lt;br /&gt;Me - Naah! He is not that talented!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ My Friend whoz birthday is approaching - Don't kill me for this, I just meant you don't play instruments!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Nail Polish?? ;D&lt;br /&gt;He - :&lt;br /&gt;Me - Don't you guys have such fantasies like applying some weird color on your nails, ever?? :D&lt;br /&gt;He - NO !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to square one !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up getting few more &lt;a href="http://nairsjottings.blogspot.com/"&gt;ideas&lt;/a&gt; like-&lt;br /&gt;- Books&lt;br /&gt;- Clothes&lt;br /&gt;- Accessories - sounds good!&lt;br /&gt;- Bottle of champagne ( No idea if he has tried that before! )&lt;br /&gt;- T Shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to gifting people abroad, sending gifts online is i guess the best. If you have run out time/cash, you can definitely look for some e-cards.&lt;br /&gt;Now that's what I finally settled for :&lt;br /&gt;( but, I do intend to pay back with interest next time :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;.. Happy Birthday Dear!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is especially for to you :)&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-4716061662592613910?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4716061662592613910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=4716061662592613910&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/4716061662592613910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/4716061662592613910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-to-gift.html' title='What to gift ??'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-2238242594975572080</id><published>2008-04-27T19:20:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-20T13:53:58.581+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Timepass'/><title type='text'>The Ladies Loo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Hi! Does anyone still come here? Don't know about you but at last I am here after a very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Q: So what kept me away?&lt;br /&gt;1. Work?&lt;br /&gt;2. WORK!&lt;br /&gt;3. All of the Above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Naah! It’s Simple... it's the fourth option - My laziness! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, Bad that I am back. Because that means more silly stuff from my end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If it's about life, I am sure my dear readers will come back with Long POSTS in my comment box (Right?!) :)&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;If it's about jokes... Well... I am not worried them 'cuz nobosy understands them usually other than me. (Now FYI - that was another joke) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to business - "The Ladies Loo" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. It's the book which brings me here (which I found had a more interesting title than the content!). "&lt;a href="http://www.jobarrettbooks.com/"&gt;The Men's Guide to the Women's Bathroom&lt;/a&gt;" - Interesting? The book will definitely interest guys more as the author writes about the things what we, ladies generally do in the Women's loo. I mean the "other" things than the usual business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Like -&lt;br /&gt;1. Gossip about the latest flicks. How bad they are or at least for what and why we like hero(s) more than heroine(s).&lt;br /&gt;2. About cosmetics, Clothes, Jewellery...&lt;br /&gt;3. About Guys :) Yes, I accept we do!&lt;br /&gt;4. Attend Calls. I mean especially the important 'Phone' calls!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Crib about anything like the AC, Food, Boss. Now, this place is safe ONLY if one doesn't have a Lady Boss! :)&lt;br /&gt;... Blah Blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I am sure the Girl's Loo is definitely a more relaxing one than the Guy's! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What makes me say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. You will never find any author coming up with book titled "The Women's Guide to the Men's Bathroom"! :&lt;br /&gt;2. Personal experience - ALL Thanks to the Misleading Toilet Signs, I happened to visit this place once.&lt;br /&gt;3. All of the Above?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ans - Option 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, 'this' place was empty. I call it 'Lucky' because finding something there could had been definitely more embarrassing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-2238242594975572080?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2238242594975572080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=2238242594975572080&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/2238242594975572080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/2238242594975572080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/04/ladies-loo.html' title='The Ladies Loo'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-6412170266180745800</id><published>2007-10-21T18:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-20T13:54:26.641+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Process'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Confused mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Am I selfish?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Is it that the world around me has turned selfish?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.. Sometimes such questions trouble me, make me think and leave me in a confused state of mind with unanswered questions. Even if I choose to answer them, it will end me up nowhere. If I conclude with 'I’m selfish’, it shows I’m a pessimist. but if a choose the second option, 'Considering' that others are selfish... I’ll be left with no other awful thing to do! It will be like following the 'offense is the best defense' policy !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I happened to call a friend of mine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Call 1 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Me: Hey! :) How are you doing?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;She: I'm fine, good ! So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me: you should tell me... howz life and et al?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;She: Ya, great... what else? Tell me up?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Basically, she meant what’s &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;UR&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; purpose of calling?)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ME: Nothing much... Just called to say 'Hi'!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;..Though this call went on for sometime, I hated the way it started. Is it that nowadays people don’t call each other without a purpose? Can’t a friend just call to find out how the other is doing? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Clearly &amp;amp; thankfully, the answer to such questions is 'NO.'&lt;br /&gt;But it just hurts to be at the receiving end!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Call 2-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Me: Hieee :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;She: Hey, how are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me: I'm fine. How about you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;She: fine, when did you come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ME: Yesterday morning...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;She: okay... so, tell me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me: Ah, Nothing... just thought of saying a Hi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Again!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, I don’t know if it’s me who is fussing over it too much!!&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know if it’s completely right to ask always the caller immediately the 'purpose' of the call. To me, it’s just an odd feeling, which people gift unknowingly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;May be, I should just start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Accepting things rather than Expecting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-6412170266180745800?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6412170266180745800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=6412170266180745800&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/6412170266180745800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/6412170266180745800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2007/10/confessions-of-confused-mind.html' title='Confessions of a Confused mind'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-1647787755581976462</id><published>2007-08-19T19:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-28T14:06:52.832+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Process'/><title type='text'>The Deep Contrast</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.. I was 'busy' checking my not so very important mails, when a guy approached me from behind and wished "Hello Maam!!". It took me a second to realize that he was one of my ex-colleagues, who had recently quit the company. He had come with an invitation card. It was his wedding card.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, He invited me courteously for his wedding. Then the next thing what he said, made me ponder. Even before I could ask what the girl did, from where she was, he said "you know the girl"!&lt;br /&gt;I started wondering who this person could be... but before I could flex my brains, he said he was tying the knot with Ratna (name changed).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Though the name sounded familiar, I wasn't sure if the lady whom I was thinking about was the same. To help me out he took out his mobile, to show the picture of the woman he was all set to marry. The moment I saw the picture, I recognized her. In the pic, Ratna was holding a kid. Not knowing how to continue with the conversation, I asked him "Who is this Kid”?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without taking more than a second he answered ".. She is widow".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That single sentence was enough to tell me about their story. The story of Ratna, her kid and the new person in her life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To me it was commendable cuz not everyone is Arun Nayar or Liz Hurley. These people are not from the High Society. But from the class, to which to the common man belongs to… the Middle class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But unfortunately, not every time everyone is lucky…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recently, my friend was talking about her cousin who had been diagnosed with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Multiple_sclerosis"&gt;Multiple Sclerosis&lt;/a&gt;, after an year of married life. The Girl's Parents didn’t want their son-in-law to carry &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;'the burden'&lt;/span&gt; as they thought they were newly married and he had a long way to go in his life ! Finally, it was left to the guy to make a decision about his life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He decided and decided to say quits.&lt;br /&gt;The fairy tale ended with a Divorce.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I wonder what the girl would have done if her husband was in her position... Taken care of her husband or just abandoned him?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Considering and keeping in mind the Indian society, the culture, I’ll am sure the woman would have stood by her man. At least, thats what happens most commonly in most of the cases, specifically the middle class.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not blaming the society or the guy for what he did… Cuz 'to judge' who is right, who should have done what and what not, will be the easiest thing to do.. I’ll just leave it here depicting the Deep contrast in our society...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see closely and happen to see an unlucky divorcee on one side, you'll definitely end up seeing a 'Lucky' widow on the other.. !&lt;br /&gt;(Paradox?!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Wishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-1647787755581976462?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1647787755581976462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=1647787755581976462&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/1647787755581976462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/1647787755581976462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2007/08/deep-contrast.html' title='The Deep Contrast'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-5478247241707631997</id><published>2007-07-23T19:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:11:03.312+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Timepass'/><title type='text'>ALL work NO play</title><content type='html'>Nowadays, I'm more or less in this situation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/Rrf6kdmdSHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hMp3GjVoEU4/s1600-h/Work.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095817007721171058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/Rrf6kdmdSHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hMp3GjVoEU4/s320/Work.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, I'll be back soon ! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Take care ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-5478247241707631997?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5478247241707631997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=5478247241707631997&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/5478247241707631997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/5478247241707631997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-work-no-play.html' title='ALL work NO play'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/Rrf6kdmdSHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hMp3GjVoEU4/s72-c/Work.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-5312779945456426861</id><published>2007-06-29T12:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-29T13:16:46.989+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Timepass'/><title type='text'>Cute S/W Guy &amp; Life !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/RoS28bzE7mI/AAAAAAAAAAk/d1LMxctRrVk/s1600-h/Dog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081387428951158370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/RoS28bzE7mI/AAAAAAAAAAk/d1LMxctRrVk/s320/Dog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Software Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/RoS2e7zE7lI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tfTHTsZMTk0/s1600-h/Guys.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081386922145017426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/RoS2e7zE7lI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tfTHTsZMTk0/s320/Guys.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/RoSzLbzE7kI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JLh1wIoXs4Q/s1600-h/Life.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081383288602684994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/RoSzLbzE7kI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JLh1wIoXs4Q/s320/Life.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-5312779945456426861?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5312779945456426861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=5312779945456426861&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/5312779945456426861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/5312779945456426861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2007/06/cute-sw-guy-life.html' title='Cute S/W Guy &amp; Life !'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k_E0rahMZLw/RoS28bzE7mI/AAAAAAAAAAk/d1LMxctRrVk/s72-c/Dog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-5231903767430786569</id><published>2007-05-23T16:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-24T08:31:42.539+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Timepass'/><title type='text'>Lyrics Kum ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Not Glass&lt;br /&gt;Not Stole&lt;br /&gt;Cold air is also against us&lt;br /&gt;Mother in law&lt;br /&gt;Its so chilly take somebody's guilt go and take fire from neighbours stove&lt;br /&gt;Lit up the ciggi from liver oh lover&lt;br /&gt;There is lot of fire in the liver&lt;br /&gt;Daan Doong Dudung Daan Doong Dudung......&lt;br /&gt;Do not take out smoke from the lips dont take out the smoke from the lips&lt;br /&gt;The world is very crooked&lt;br /&gt;Lit up the ciggi from the liver oh lover&lt;br /&gt;There is lot of fire in the liver&lt;br /&gt;Its so chilly take somebody's guilt go and take fire from neighbours stove&lt;br /&gt;Take fire from neighbours stove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Glass&lt;br /&gt;Not Stole&lt;br /&gt;Cold air is also against us&lt;br /&gt;Mother in law&lt;br /&gt;Its so chilly take somebody's guilt go and take fire from neighbours stove&lt;br /&gt;Take fire from neighbours stove&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Not Crime&lt;br /&gt;Not Chaos&lt;br /&gt;Without sin died ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… Wondering if I started poetry.. ?? :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax! I haven’t.&lt;br /&gt;Let me assure you, even if that happens one day, it will not be as disastorous as this one.&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the vacuous lines .. If it’s not poetry, then what is it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any idea ?!&lt;br /&gt;NO ??&lt;br /&gt;(For the benefit of doubt I’ll imagine you have no clue ! :P)&lt;br /&gt;… it’s a Song, rather few lines from a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Don’t be !! Cuz this is how the songs are written nowadays!&lt;br /&gt;It’s the exact translation of one of the Hindi songs in English.. “&lt;em&gt;Beedi jalayi le&lt;/em&gt;”.. ( If you listen to Hindi music you will be familiar with this song).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we concentrate on the songs that are written nowadays, I feel just anyone can become a lyricist overnight. If incase one day, my boss kicks me out of my current job, I’ll definitely try this option! Cuz’ the only thing that plays a key role in making a song HIT, is the usage of the correct “foreground process”. By “foreground process”, I mean here the right portion of “&lt;em&gt;Latkaas n Zhatkaas&lt;/em&gt;”, the right girl and the proper beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days when a Lyricist used to spend hours together to come up with a beautiful song… but now it’s a way simpler… Be Arabic, French or anything.. All that matters “the crazy &lt;em&gt;Janta&lt;/em&gt;” is the “Beats” (n music) and NOT the lyrics. There used to be one time when Heroines draped in colourful sarees / body hugging salwars, with their appealing buns at the zenith used to jump around the trees and bushes n sing “meaningful” songs.. with their Heroes, who used to be clad in multi-coloured shirts n tight pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, it’s different.&lt;br /&gt;Times have changed and so have the ways to evince the feelings …For example, earlier if a heroine wanted to profess her love, she would take her own sweet time to blush and sing sensuously –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Chura liya hai tumne jo Dilko..; nazar nahin churaana sanam..&lt;/em&gt; ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But NOW, it’s Direct! :D&lt;br /&gt;Today’s modern “Naari” chooses to jump around here n there and sing –&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“Crazy kiya re..” !!&lt;br /&gt;*Tanan_tanan*&lt;br /&gt;“Crazy kiya re..” !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or If I optimistically start looking at the changes the lyricists have brought in, I find that women are being portrayed as Daring &amp;amp; Dashing.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, to seduce a hero, the heroine would shyly sing – &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“ Nahi nahi, abhi nahi thoda karo intezaar..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and make the poor guy wait.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, did the poor guy have any other choice other than waiting ??&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, But NOW –&lt;br /&gt;She has changed and no more a coy. She uses a direct and a faster approach by singing -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“Touch me… don’t touch…oh touch me soniya!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… Even though she initially confuses the hero but at the end “&lt;strong&gt;Asks for what She wants&lt;/strong&gt;” !!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this healthy trend continues without fading Lyricism, Cuz’ for music lovers like me, only good Lyrics can quench the thirst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the Crazy girls woo the crazy audience with some non-crazy “lyrics” next time ?!&lt;br /&gt;... I guess to answer this, we will have to sit back and watch!&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/28423535-5231903767430786569?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5231903767430786569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=5231903767430786569&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/5231903767430786569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/5231903767430786569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2007/05/lyrics-kum.html' title='Lyrics Kum ??'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-1873888460137138522</id><published>2007-04-22T21:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-23T11:56:55.971+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Process'/><title type='text'>A Girl named She</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a pleasant night, when She was walking on the road. She was happy; she had all the reasons to be. She was in her own world; walking briskly towards her destination. Everything seemed to be perfect, moving smoothly according to her plan of action.&lt;br /&gt;She wore a smile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All of sudden, something happened, something which made her day seem like a roller-coaster ride, something which instantaneously wiped her smile off her face, something which she had not planned or expected, something which others called as an unfortunate ‘incident/accident’, something which shook her so completely n firmly that it made her cry. She cried not cuz’ the incident had hurt her but all cuz’ she didn’t have a gun that night…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That night, a ******* had zoomed next to her in his bike, spitting on her purposely and vanishing into the dark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question here is -&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;what could she have done without a Gun or a Super-bike?!&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What She did, was what she could. She decided not telling her loved ones about it cuz’ she knew it would hurt them more. Keeping in mind, that the almighty had not blessed her with the facility to “undo” any operation in her life… she washed, simply washed her face completely, thoroughly. She listened to those who tried consoling her, who wanted to comfort her; but deep within, she continued thinking about the burning scar, the unknown lunatic had given…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She wished and only wished for a gun that night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-1873888460137138522?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1873888460137138522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=1873888460137138522&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/1873888460137138522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/1873888460137138522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2007/04/girl-named-she.html' title='A Girl named She'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-8035960783178692753</id><published>2007-03-23T11:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-27T17:10:57.622+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Timepass'/><title type='text'>Question Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The word politics is derived from the word "poly" meaning many and "ticks" meaning blood sucking parasites ~ Dave Barry&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Funny, isn’t it?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(Ok, the ones who found the quote funny, please proceed further and for those who did not, proceed any which way! :P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Does Karunanidhi wear night vision goggles?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If yes, is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:black;"&gt;an all green world more interesting ?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:black;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Will the Politicians ever earn 6-figure salary OFFICIALLY? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Is Women's Reservation Bill = Men's Insecurity feeling?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; When will Laloo Prasad Yadav become the Prime Minister of our Country?! I'm looking forward to that day. &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; How will Priyanka Gandhi look with long hair style? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Will Atal Bihari Vajpayee ever say...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;“Yeh … &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* silence *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; acchi baat hai ” ??&lt;/span&gt; Eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; When will the most eligible spinsters of Indian Politics (Mamta n Maya, of course!) get married? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...Just Curious :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;Will Aish dive into politics after marriage n kids??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cuz’ according to the theory of relativity now a days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Beauty Pageant --&gt; Acting --&gt; Politics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;" Mamta Ka Gussa kab Thandaa Hogaa " ??&lt;strong&gt; :l&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;How will Abdul Kalam look in Step-Cut?? I think it will suit his silky-hair-type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What say ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; When will the fans in Lok Sabha start rotating faster?! Will they be ever be replaced/repaired??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;r reading my political rambling patiently :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-8035960783178692753?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8035960783178692753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=8035960783178692753&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/8035960783178692753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/8035960783178692753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2007/03/question-hour.html' title='Question Hour'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-5544615422110919145</id><published>2007-02-26T10:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:11:47.819+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banter'/><title type='text'>I am Getting Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I am Not.&lt;br /&gt;But this is what my friend said when he called up. It was quite unexpected ; Hez just 22 . For convenience, I'll call him K.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;* My mobile starts Singing errrr... Ringing *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me : Hello ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;K : Hi !!! How are you ?!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Me : Hieeeeeee !! &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;* with those extra 'e's *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I'm fine,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;How about u? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;How come u dialed this number ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Any Good news ?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Getting Married ?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;;P :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;K : Hey, actually &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : HUH ?! WHAT ?! Are u kidding , U serious ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;K : YES , i am getting married &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*this time firmly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*awkward silence*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;:l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Me : ahhmmm, errrr... Is it ?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;*Puzzled,confused* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Are u sure ?!&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(I know that was kinda weird to ask !!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;K : Yes !! Really... I'm serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me: Cool re, Congrats !! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;K : Thanks !!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me : So...what does the girl do ?? working ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;K : Yeah, shez working , Software engineer... Same age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me : Wow!! Thats even better ! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*then the free 'gyan'(knowledge); Knowledge Transfer!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It's really good that u've decided to get married (so) early in life ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Especially with someone of the same age group ... I'm so happy for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hearty Congratulations !&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;K: Thank you so much ... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;K :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;U tell me, When are U getting married ??&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;*teasingly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Me : ME ??! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;No Way!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;...Not now, not atleast for the next 4-5 years... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;When i get married, i am sure u'll come with your kids ( n wife ofcourse) !!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;K:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adap paavee&lt;/strong&gt; (U naughty in Tamil ?!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;:D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ME: hahaha !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;K : ok fine, when will u be coming to bang ?!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna personally meet and invite u , will come to ur place and give the invitation card..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me : Oh sure, I will be coming this weekend.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K : Fine.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey!! A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tleast let me tell you the date ;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want U to surely make it to the wedding ... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me: Obviously dear!! I will . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;NO doubt about that...&lt;br /&gt;when is it ?! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*Suspense,Excitement; I wait with my mouth open; he happens to be my one of my best pals*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;K : First April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*silence*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: l&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*straight face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : U fool!! U Idiot !! How dare U !? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I 'll kill you, wait until i catch u the next time !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;:-/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...By Then K was almost rolling on the floor...(no prizes for guessing y! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He laughed &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I Laughed &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank ALL the smileys, who made this post look so colourful &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...without them, Life would be so difficult !&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-5544615422110919145?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5544615422110919145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=5544615422110919145&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/5544615422110919145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/5544615422110919145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-getting-married.html' title='I am Getting Married'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-117067700371542635</id><published>2007-02-05T17:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:12:25.912+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Timepass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>The Land of Coconuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7346/3011/1600/260889/Cochin%20102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7346/3011/1600/260889/Cochin%20102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When it comes to traveling, even my ‘lazy’ base forgets that it is lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duration:&lt;/strong&gt; 3 days, 2 nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Places Covered:&lt;/strong&gt; Cochin &amp;amp; Munnar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Budget:&lt;/strong&gt; It’s Free, yes &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt; !! (If ur Dad happens to be ur ATM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;…We chose the bus as our mode of transport. After traveling for around eleven hours, what I first saw in Cochin was the rising sun. Crimson red reflection on the waters of Periyar(Aluva); big hoardings, advertising gold and sarees; churches filled with Sunday masses; serene atmosphere; was the first impression of this lovely place. Finally, I had made it to Kerala, one place that I always wanted to visit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*YAWN* :O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll bag the Pulitzer or Noble if I don’t stop (ok, now at least let me live in delusion for sometime )!! I want to give my “Uncut Diamonds” a chance!!&lt;br /&gt;*wink*&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I Just Loved about Kerala:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The People &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boats (Kettuvallam (Houseboat), Speed boat)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Pristine Nature&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Banana chips&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coconut trees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Tapered roof &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Places that I visited:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7346/3011/1600/629618/Cochin%20186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7346/3011/1600/629618/Cochin%20186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vaikom&lt;/strong&gt; - the House boat &amp;amp; circling 26 Islands; Where the Guide pointed to one of the islands n said confidently &lt;em&gt;“…on that island, 4 families stay…”&lt;/em&gt;. We nodded like good school students. I mean even if he had told us that one the &lt;em&gt;elephants&lt;/em&gt; on that island gave birth to a &lt;em&gt;donkey&lt;/em&gt; by mistake, we had no other go; but to nod (with no option to cross check).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Munnar&lt;/strong&gt; - Hilly Terrain, the Tea gardens (I wanted to roll on them; I still want to; Hope i will one day)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mattupetty&lt;/strong&gt; Lake &amp;amp; the Speed Boat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cherai&lt;/strong&gt; Beach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synagogue&lt;/strong&gt; n the Dutch Museum&lt;br /&gt;It has a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Phoren Effect *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The streets give the “not in India” effect. More foreigners, less Indians&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What’s different in Kerala:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7346/3011/1600/424279/Cochin%20326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7346/3011/320/843140/Cochin%20326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jeera Water (water which has been boiled with some Jeera(cumin seeds) in it) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vegetables are costlier than fishes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MG Road is deserted on Sundays&lt;/strong&gt; and almost ALL shops are closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I can’t forget about Kerala:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Waiter,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; he banged the coffee cups on our table. I guess he was unhappy cuz we wanted coffee ONLY.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Guide,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; who enlightened us with the knowledge like - &lt;i&gt;“this is the Tulsi Plant”!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Masala Dosas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which I struggled to finish cuz’ I didn’t quite like the taste of coconut oil.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Battle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which I fought with the Battalion of Mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, They Won :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But Hey!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I did manage to take “My khoon ka badlaa”(Revenge for my Blood?!) by massacring 4 Mosquitoes in the bathroom the next day.&lt;br /&gt;:D &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What one should NOT forget when going to Kerala:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dhoti (or a colourful Lungi)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mosquito Repellent. (Thanks to which I survived the second night! :)) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Purpose of writing this post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Fighting Boredom in Office. Blogging is better than reading JSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-117067700371542635?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/117067700371542635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=117067700371542635&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/117067700371542635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/117067700371542635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2007/02/land-of-coconuts.html' title='The Land of Coconuts'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-116690286031715464</id><published>2006-12-24T00:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:12:52.836+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banter'/><title type='text'>No. 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;"Once is an accident, twice is coincidence, and three times is enemy action."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to write about Auric Goldfinger; neither the flick nor the novel. It’s about the coincidences or the accidents I have had with the number &lt;b&gt;17&lt;/b&gt; (Can't say if it's time for some enemy action !).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;According to Numerology, 8(1+7) stands for &lt;i&gt;"Involution and Evolution, for cycles of ebb and flow, infinity, rhythm, advancement, strength and confidence". &lt;/i&gt;Don't know whether to believe it or to infer anything form it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have had a long "association" with this number &lt;b&gt;17&lt;/b&gt;. Actually, never had a choice. The number has stuck to me. As far as I remember, it started from my school days. My roll number was &lt;b&gt;17&lt;/b&gt; in my Higher secondary classes. My Engg. Roll turned out to be something ending with &lt;b&gt;17&lt;/b&gt; Again... (6 years, same roll number).&lt;br /&gt;Finished Engg. joined a company. Again here, suprisingly enough, the Bay I was allotted (in my office) is &lt;b&gt;17&lt;/b&gt; . If I look back, &lt;b&gt;17&lt;/b&gt;th of Feb. of some year (not sure) , was the day when I felt the sky had fallen on me. I remember, crying a river that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Don't know about the future, what else is in store for me(of course something linked/related to &lt;b&gt;17&lt;/b&gt;)?  Will I have &lt;b&gt;17&lt;/b&gt; people in my life (Hopefully not)!? Will I get married on the &lt;b&gt;17&lt;/b&gt;th day of some month?! Will I change &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt; companies ? Don't know... Let me stop my wild mind from going wild about &lt;b&gt;17&lt;/b&gt; cuz' may be it’s just my imagination , speculation. I wasn't born on &lt;b&gt;17&lt;/b&gt;th ( just missed it by one day)... may be I should just wait...wait for the beautiful coincidences to occur with &lt;b&gt;17&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*Will analyze later (and amend this post accordingly) *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I have used too many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s in this post. Just for the perfect ending, let me make the count perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Including the heading, this post contains &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*wink* ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep smiling :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-116690286031715464?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/116690286031715464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=116690286031715464&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/116690286031715464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/116690286031715464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-17.html' title='No. 17'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-116365317265517846</id><published>2006-11-16T10:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:13:24.564+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Process'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banter'/><title type='text'>B'day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"Thanks"! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( I Should have counted the number of times I used this 6 letter word today, I guess we all do).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My first B'day away from Home; wasn't bad at all. My friends, Family, Acquaintances made it special. Never felt I was away from home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moti, My official TP ( time pass ), Crime Partner, @$££m, Pallu, KS, KMR, Sandeep(an), A(Jay), Aks, AK - 47, Money, Champak( who calls me "brother"), Devil( alias 6'2 , for the obvious reason taht he is 6'2), Pooooo, Funny, Mahesh, Praveen, Sumalatha(chutki), Lata, Senti, GoPal, Paul(wesley, oh plutonian!), Sunny1, Sunny2, Lingy Chandra, Vasanthi, Mallika, Satish, Satish(da), Honal(who?!), Shankar, Silly Sanal, Durga, Dinesh, Syed, Archana, ABV, Khich-Khich, Lydia, Abrar(I share my B'day with this guy) , Guru, Deepak, Deepa, Sushmita, Sushil, Veena, Tatha, Nithya, Raktimo Mitro Princo(sona), Alter Ego, Krishhh, Raghul(yeah not Rahul)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;* Few of the names which i can recollect *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Made my day. Most of them called up( Now, i have an idea how it feels to work @ a call center), few of them made it sure they were physically present to apply the Birthday face pack (the cake). But i was spared. ( Great escape!) ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's an incomplete list. I had written it long time back, had abandoned it. Thought of not posting it. But , here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;Blog shows the post to be posted on 16th, Correction it was on 17th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-116365317265517846?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/116365317265517846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=116365317265517846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/116365317265517846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/116365317265517846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/11/bday.html' title='B&apos;day'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-116306809518623117</id><published>2006-11-09T15:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:14:10.604+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Process'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banter'/><title type='text'>The River of Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Drive like Hell &amp;amp; you will be there! "&lt;br /&gt;- Courtesy : Border Roads Organization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use the company bus to commute every (working) day to office &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( whose driver is known for his rash driving "skills”!) &lt;/span&gt;. Thought it would be just another day, &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt; something within said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;. All of a sudden, the bus stopped. My curiosity made me get up (oh lazy Me!!) &amp;amp; check what had gone wrong. Unfortunately, the bus had hit a motorist...&lt;br /&gt;Within seconds, the mood n the moral of the passengers had changed. There was an awkward silence.&lt;br /&gt;Damn !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What a Way to Start the Day"!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us are blessed with something called the "photographic memory"(Thanks AC!). The brain tends to capture the special moments - Happy, sad, rare... as if the brain maintains a separate "folder" for &lt;em&gt;storing&lt;/em&gt; the memoirs in form of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;What I saw; is still fresh in my mind-&lt;em&gt;the injured, lying unconscious and being helped by a passer-by, who struggled to lift him&lt;/em&gt;. The pedestrians near by, literally rushed to attend the injured. Within minutes, he was taken to the hospital. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about his family; the keys roles he had been playing (presuming) father, brother, son, husband, friend?! When I told my friend about the unpleasant incident, he was quick enough in saying- "&lt;em&gt;At least He was lucky enough to be taken to a hospital&lt;/em&gt;"!&lt;br /&gt;How True?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can recollect so many such incidents where the victims weren't that lucky. When people around didn’t care, didn't bother. Even on a busy railway platform, where a guy lay unattended in his own pool of blood for a long time, after being "hit" by a local train (in Mumbai) . Loot, eve teasing, person being stabbed to death in broad daylight, or even Raped. Don't know about the people who commit such crimes. Wonder how one gets sleep after committing such horrendous crimes! Is it that they are born without the vital organs, kardia? Or is it that they don't have the words like "guilt", "shame", "pity","love", "compassion", "kindness" &lt;em&gt;embedded&lt;/em&gt; in their dictionaries?!&lt;br /&gt;God !!&lt;br /&gt;Let me share here an incident, where I saw this man in his 50’s, lying on the road after he had suffered an epileptic attack. I remember his helplessness. The time when the body is not in sync with the mind. He was shivering, struggling, almost begging for help. All he wanted were strong-arms which could hold him firmly, some tool to which he could cling on. Vehicles passed by, people didn’t care. They saw, ignored and moved on. May be, they were all getting "late". That day, I felt ashamed of calling myself a native of 'that' place. I wanted to scream; wanted to ask them, if they had ever heard of words like "humanity", "unconditional love", "sympathy"... I stopped my vehicle, took out the tool from the deck and ran to give it to the person who had come to assist the old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...At least, one had come forward to help! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless the Rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ps.&lt;br /&gt;My Driver drove like Hell &amp;amp; I am here.&lt;br /&gt;I digressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-116306809518623117?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/116306809518623117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=116306809518623117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/116306809518623117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/116306809518623117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/11/river-of-thoughts.html' title='The River of Thoughts'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-116269632575549465</id><published>2006-11-05T08:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-28T19:12:56.486+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Process'/><title type='text'>The Log</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;/* A log - writing it when I’m jobless( @ work) &amp; unsure about my night's trip to Bangalore (Yes! will call it by the same name - till my last breath) */&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Uncertainty, is a part of life (huh! hope I’ll learn to cope with it one day!) Now, why the hell am I blogging about it ?! Cuz' I 'm being selfish here, killing time. "Official" pack off time here is 5:45. "Unofficially", the CEO will never mind - even if it goes on for 24 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:55 p.m:&lt;/strong&gt; Got nearly 2 hours to kill. I am desperate, one tends to miss their loved ones more when they are not around...*BEEP* luckily, my mobile buzzes. It’s a friend (or an acquaintance?) - asking me to join for a cup of coffee. I get intoxicated on coffee n chocolate. I really need it @ this point of time... So Coffee Time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:30:&lt;/strong&gt; still not sure. Oops! My PL and his friend just passed by. Hope he didn’t see me blogging...&lt;br /&gt;We are supposed to work when @ work. My lazy (crook) teammate had "advised" me once - "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if u are not working, ACT as if u are!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" WOW (what an advice)! Anyway, time to check some (junk) mails. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:50:&lt;/strong&gt; AH!! The doubt, uncertainty still remains. I decide on bugging my friend TP, with some messages. Nowadays; mobiles have become a necessity, days are gone when it used to be a luxury. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:05:&lt;/strong&gt; It's noisy here; I can hear the buses coming from the parking area to the entrance, which reminds me of the Doppler effect (7th class?). People in my bay are excited - cuz' the weekend is here. Hope even I will leave my cubicle today with the same excitement, same feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;* Fingers Crossed * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:25:&lt;/strong&gt; while I am typing this crap, my "neighbour"(adjacent cubicle), joins me ... I discover something - SMILE on her face... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At last, NowI know ... I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; AM going home...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cya :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-116269632575549465?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/116269632575549465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=116269632575549465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/116269632575549465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/116269632575549465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/11/log.html' title='The Log'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-116162987442348266</id><published>2006-10-23T23:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:14:40.724+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The &quot;Gyan&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun n Timepass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banter'/><title type='text'>What Guys should NEVER wear ! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new;"&gt;/* The post is dedicated to all men who consider themselves "Metrosexual" (blend of metropolitan + heterosexual) * /&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oops, I can’t stop myself from using /* */ for comments!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The giant search engine helped me in listing the individuals who consider themselves metrosexual (one who spends a great amount of time and money on his appearance and lifestyle). The list not only includes personalities like David Beckham, Brad Pitt, George Clooney, (now how about some ‘Desi’s here) SRK, Manish Malhotra, Upen Patel… but also Donald Rumsfeld (21st United States Secretary of Defense).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Looking good is really good - it depicts ones personality .But, (there comes the but!) as men join the race to “look good”, few of them&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mess up as they dress up&lt;/span&gt;. I am NOT here to highlight what one should wear, but what one should NEVER wear! ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The “Flowery” shirts: or call it Floral shirts! Who (the hell) said it looks good n trendy?! (That person needs some serious counseling :P) It's just good for the "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;" mood!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh “&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Pinky&lt;/span&gt;”! : So what, if Saif Ali Khan flaunts his&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; pink&lt;/span&gt; shirt ("Salaam Namaste", refer Bollywood)?? A man getting facials, manicures, and pedicures done is "Okay" BUT wearing &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;?! Trust me dear ones, it suits guys more in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reel&lt;/span&gt; life than in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Body hugging shirt: Let it adorn the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; body with curves&lt;/span&gt; ! If u don’t have one, try something else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;” Colours: AHH! One needs glasses to protect their eyes from the glare that’s caused by these “&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;” (flashy) wears. People who wear such colours (Fluorescent and its combinations) should be FINED!! Seriously!:D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Yellow &lt;/span&gt;Pants: I think here,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;need some counseling. Why only red/yellow, when u have a wide range colours available?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;/* Will keep adding as in when I find men - who inspire me to write :P */&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Now after getting those "valuable" tips (oh crap!), if you have decided to follow actor Salman Khan (wearing Nothing at all? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH NO!&lt;/span&gt;), I’ll have to come up with - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“What Guys should wear!!"&lt;/span&gt; (This surely will be a disaster!)  ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-116162987442348266?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/116162987442348266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=116162987442348266&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/116162987442348266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/116162987442348266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-guys-should-never-wear.html' title='What Guys should NEVER wear ! ;)'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28423535.post-114810255581048496</id><published>2006-05-20T10:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-24T13:21:11.210+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beginning'/><title type='text'>Here I Go!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/1600/ShowLetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/320/ShowLetter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt; This nut (or should I call myself a blogger officially?!) is not to be blamed if you find the following blog to be a shear waste of time and effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Blog ?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;It sounded Greek n Latin for the very first time. One of my sweetest friends ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;(my &lt;i&gt;"Confession Box"&lt;/i&gt;) introduced me to this new world. The only place where i guess, people love to read and write ( I am sure most of them hated it when were required to do so in their Alma mater!) ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Don’t blame me, if u don’t find anything useful here ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Anyway, getting back to the whole blog story: Once the account was created, the obvious question which cropped up in my "&lt;i&gt;little head" &lt;/i&gt;was -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;"what should I write about?!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;trust me, I am still thinking!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I’ll come up with some crap soon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, not to disappoint the readers (who have come this far to read my maiden blog!), I’ll say- many things in our day to day life goes &lt;i&gt;unheard, &lt;/i&gt;not coz' people don’t have time for others but for the simple reason that people are preoccupied with their own "stuff".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;... Here I go - to &lt;i&gt;express the unsaid&lt;/i&gt;! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Take Care !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28423535-114810255581048496?l=swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/114810255581048496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28423535&amp;postID=114810255581048496&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/114810255581048496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28423535/posts/default/114810255581048496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swirlingchocolate.blogspot.com/2006/05/here-i-go.html' title='Here I Go!!'/><author><name>Nebula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08943180975216554362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7346/3011/200/Diwali2%20033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
