<?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-35340914</id><updated>2012-01-19T02:55:02.590+05:30</updated><category term='love ??? is it really exist between pairs...'/><category term='songs loved by me'/><category term='water'/><category term='my fav lyrics'/><category term='aquarius'/><category term='notice'/><category term='politics'/><category term='patriotism'/><category term='inflation'/><category term='exams are hell'/><category term='parents another name of god'/><category term='EXAMS'/><category term='life a stage created by god to act'/><category term='final year'/><category term='oho kab khatam honge exams'/><category term='india'/><category term='exams k yeh din...'/><category term='love'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>My Unlistened Voice</title><subtitle type='html'>Echo of my own voices...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-8031311334904491636</id><published>2008-04-18T12:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:47:06.845+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inflation'/><title type='text'>Unusual request</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Economic experts, people, idiot government people are debating everywhere about the increasing inflations rate which touched 7.14% yesterday which is as per economic experts is too much. I as a student never realized that any such thing is happening in society. I always call my father and demand whatever amount of money is required but surprisingly this month I demanded money thrice, And still seeking for more help from papa. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In morning I called up my Internet Service Provider (youtele com) because internet is not working in my area. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: sir, could you please tell me , what is the problem with you guys. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He: sir actually modem in your area is down, let me check the problem or we will send you one technician within 24 hours. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Now this technician thing is really funny, because YOUTELE has only one technician&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;In our area and unfortunately that guy look more like electrician than technician.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;And also this guy is very funny, he even can’t tell you difference between LINUX and windows&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Ok I know I am nerd computer engineer. But I think he must know these all things.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He: anything else sir?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: yes yaar, could you do me a favor please.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He: what sir?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: please if possible add this month bill in next month bill, because I am unable to pay this time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He: are you sure sir, because we may disconnect services, and there is no rule from our side to take care of such requests, I am really sorry sir, I am unable to forward this request.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: do it yar, I am a customer of youtele since 3 years, and is it a way to deal with old customer. ( I used this line to give some impression.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He: I know it sir, but I can’t change our policies for you, you may use online option, drop box option. What exactly is your problem, why are not you able to pay bill this time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: hmm, reason is simple , I don’t have money this time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On this , he sounds very confusing and said sorry and disconnected the phone. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Really inflation is on its peak, I never thought of getting money in 5 figures in month, but now a days I am getting it and still not able to make use of it in proper way. And that’s too when I stay at my home maximum time. May god bless poor souls who are still supporting these bunch of fools ( say UPA govt).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;M.A.D&lt;br /&gt;i.e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ashish Dixit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-8031311334904491636?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8031311334904491636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=8031311334904491636' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/8031311334904491636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/8031311334904491636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2008/04/unusual-request.html' title='Unusual request'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-2304124351398171814</id><published>2008-03-02T18:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-02T18:38:39.803+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know you missed my blog a lot. I have received millions of emails to keep writing my blog. I answered few and left remaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People warned me to do suicide. I got lots of mental pressure from all over the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, gosh I am too famous… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wait... Someone just pinched me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok ok reality is people thought I am no more on this holy earth, so they had started celebrating and even newspapers and TV media have  reported that there is sudden happier atmosphere in blogger world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People are distributing sweets on the streets of their respected places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But sorry folks... You need to control your emotions… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And start praying now because MAD is back… :D :D :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-2304124351398171814?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2304124351398171814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=2304124351398171814' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/2304124351398171814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/2304124351398171814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-back.html' title='I am back'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-6855902789539883228</id><published>2008-01-28T07:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-28T07:24:49.249+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A tale of few spikes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Few accidents lead life to miserable condition, when everyone in society is ready to raise his/her finger against you. When you have no support in society and you feel like pernicious species. You have been throwing out of everything just because of one mistake. As per one bollywood dialogue “aadmi ko apni image banana mai puri age lag jati hai , per gavane k liye sirf ek mauke ki jarurat hoti hai”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok , kill the suspense nothing has happened as such to me, the only thing which I tried was HAIRCUT, a simple haircut. Is it wrong to have haircut in democratic nation like India, I am just enjoying my rights nothing else. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went to barber shop to have haircut. Errr. Let me tell you one thing, I am now 23 and I have never changed my hair style , I am using the same since my mumma gifted a comb to play. I think she was highly confused about my learning abilities, which she later discovered that I am not normal but an abnormal one. Ok coming back to the topic. so, I told him to trim my hair but not too short. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Moreover, as per my habit I bring out my mobile to do SMS to my friends. Gosh did I tell you because of my chatting abilities my mom once remarked me that “&lt;b style=""&gt;ARE YOU BEING PAID BY ANYONE TO SPEAK THIS MUCH&lt;/b&gt;”. In addition, once one of my friends became humble and requested me to remain silent for few minutes :(. So I was busy in chatting throughout the cutting session. Moreover, unfortunately the person who was cutting my hair was of same genre of mine. He was chatting with his colleagues. So we two were chatting here and there. Finally after 15 minutes he told me to have a look… oh my, was it me. :O ???&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I argued. “Did I tell you to cut this much of hairs. :x” and blah blah blah blah. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He became numb for few seconds and finally concluded that a new hairstyle will do better. So he chopped some more to give new EESHTYLE… :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly I realized that my hairs had a height equivalent to the height of grass on a soccer field after a soccer match. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, I came out from the shop because it was partially my mistake too. First thing which I did after it was to buy a hair gel , so that I could give a look to this down to earth hairs. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now another problem was which look. Should I go for spikes or just down hairs? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To make my condition more hell, I watched TAARE ZAMEEN PER and seriously amir was looking good in throughout the movie. In addition, to make hell out of me, he was in Spikes. One of my favorite options after such tragic accident. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People laughed on me like any thing, ok spikes seldom look good on round faces. But, for spheres like me, it wasn’t looking good. And few of the comments were:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Abbey bhes char gayi kya baalo ko… (did buffalo enjoy and ate your hairs.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Yeh suar ki pooch jaise cutting kyu karva li.(why did you have this pig’s tail like haircutting)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Raham kha , please go and borrow wig, if not for you at least for people in your vicinity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Did you pay for this, or chopped your hairs by your own scissors. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;You r looking damn cool man, but such hairstyle looks good on other planets not on earth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Etc&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;There were so many more comments, including a few one, which are famously known as “GALIYAN” on Indian subcontinent. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;I thought people living in my vicinity are GHATIS and have no knowledge of changing trend of world. So I uploaded a few of my pictures on orkut or show a few of my pictures to my friend on yahoo chat etc. seriously , people in my vicinity are more dignified than on internet. A few of ‘em promised me to keep this picture to make fear in the mindset of their children. A few promised to show this picture to show to their girl friends to show that god becomes sometime too miserable. A few linked my profile pictures to worst picture of human breed they have ever seen on internet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;After getting such a nice review of my hairs, I had no other option but to watch the growth of my hairs like any mother who keeps her eyes on growth of her child after delivery. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;Time passed like anything, but :( unfortunately my hairs’ growth started reflecting the growth of any poor African nation. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And till today they are still at the same condition. :( sob sob.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;Not every story has good ending. :( this is the one with same ending. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;M.A.D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; i.e.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Mr. Ashish Dixit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-6855902789539883228?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6855902789539883228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=6855902789539883228' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/6855902789539883228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/6855902789539883228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2008/01/tale-of-few-spikes.html' title='A tale of few spikes.'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-6776463681034691684</id><published>2008-01-26T14:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-26T15:04:34.660+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patriotism'/><title type='text'>Long live democracy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are few days on the calendar when people really become patriotic and come out to show their patriotism to the outer world. You can spot them with national flags of plastic, paper, cloth and of possible matter. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even suddenly, I dot know from where, patriotic songs come into picture instead of himesh’s songs. Since from morning to the evening you listen numbers of patriotic songs that you generally listen on those patriotic days. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly newspaper media realize that they are writing for India and they too try to pain their newspaper in Indian flag’s color. Suddenly they realize a few of freedom fighters are still alive and they try to check their problems with their daily articles. Suddenly they realize Indian actors and actresses have some patriotic feeling and they fill their page 3 with this feeling. To give a proof of jingoism, even media receive advertisements in the form of tri-color formats. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not to ignore TV media who has special panel or say a bunch of intellectuals for this day, who starts from morning and end in evening, praising Indian democracy making fun of neighboring country’s democracy. In addition, discussing what should we do to make it better and all other crap. I am listening all this crap since the advent of TV media in India. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;HAPPY REPUBLICAN DAY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&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;By the time, people have started making perception of things. They have started making meaning of independence in their own terms; after all, we are independent to do anything. Anything? Yes, it is a real question that our democracy is still facing and I really do not know when will these ends. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Problem of castes, religion, hunger, poverty, and unemployment, partition wall of rich and poor is still in picture. Like the sensex of Bombay stock market sometime problem are really on high to deal with , sometime it is very low that our respected ministers start making fun of democracy and start from past to get such problems back. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;WITH ALL DUE RESPECT TO ALL THE POLITICAL LEADERS, WE DON’T REALLY HAVE A NATIONAL LEADER THAT WE CAN BE PROUD OF: MANOJ KUMAR&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, India is witnessing some good time now a days, youths are more concerned to country now like never before. However, a few have dream of USA or other western countries but maximum are with this nation now. As witnessed in past some cases. Not for the first time but youth is united today to contribute in the growth of country. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It seems that definition of patriotism is changing, not it is not about love for a country but also about how to make it more adorable.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With so many problems and much more solutions, this country is still enjoying its democratic waves. This is showing strength of this country. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;JAI HIND&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;VANDEMATRAM&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&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;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;M.A.D&lt;br /&gt;i.e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ashish Dixit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-6776463681034691684?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6776463681034691684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=6776463681034691684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/6776463681034691684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/6776463681034691684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2008/01/long-live-democracy.html' title='Long live democracy'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-891096600976222907</id><published>2008-01-22T00:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:38:37.451+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Advertising advertisement.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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;My family and I are standing at some show shoe shop.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: papa, please this one. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Papa: no.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: papa, please , it has light. ( pointing toward a shoe which has light in its bottom)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Papa: no it is not good…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : :( bwahahahah … main neee. Many other of my friends has this shoes. See it has light ( pointing towards light once again, as it is going to be headlight of my feet)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally after few more arguments I got my light wale shoes. This was the impact of advertisement of “action light shoes”, and happened to me when I was only 8-9 year old. That advertisement had very peculiar effect on my mind, I almost cried in front of so many unknown people. And argued badly with my papa. That jingle is still in my mind &lt;i style=""&gt;“ lalala light wo bhi shoe mai, kaisa hai yeh system… action ka hai light system” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even after so many years, I wonder about that advertise and its effect on children like me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Such is the importance of advertisement of any particular product. That’s why companies waste or invest billions of money in this particular section. When we go to buy any thing we have certain image of any thing in our brain. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Few days back, I was doing a shopping at BIG BAZAR. And I was in food section of it. A mother was looking at rice. Suddenly her child who was also in confusing state spoke: &lt;i style=""&gt;“mamma why are we buying this, I have not seen its advertisement on any tv. Please go for that brand , it is very good I have seen it on TV”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I started laughing on this incident, so is that lady, Because of innocence of that child. Who even doesn’t known about how to cook, or anything but forcing her mother to buy rice just because of advertisement. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is becoming a habit of younger generation ( 15-30 age group) and kids (age group below 15) to go for things which they might have seen on TV, or somewhere else as advertisement. Even companies are becoming mad to endorse their products by advertising. I wonder may be one day advertise of product will be more costly than manufacturing of product itself. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are advertisement every where , just look outside and you will get trillions of advertise to advertise trillions of products. Advertise on rickshaw, on car , on boards, on cloths, as tattoos, in advertisement itself… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just have a blink and you will get some new... Here n there everywhere …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;May be one day my son will come to me and say “PAPA PLEASE THIS BRING MUMMY, I HAVE SEEN HER ON TV. :P “ ok I was kidding. And it was an advertisement of being kidding. Oh my god please bring me out of this advertisement world. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;M.A.D&lt;br /&gt;i.e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ashish Dixit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-891096600976222907?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/891096600976222907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=891096600976222907' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/891096600976222907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/891096600976222907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2008/01/advertising-advertisement.html' title='Advertising advertisement.'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-4975687965682878689</id><published>2008-01-21T09:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-21T09:10:58.176+05:30</updated><title type='text'>So Good bye 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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;Finally I saw off 22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; year of my life yesterday, with so many kicks on my ahem area. It wasn’t great year either but it was really special for me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok this year gave last year of my graduation. Huh. By the way it is not the only thing great about this year. Then what? I was astonished. Was it really a year to remember?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes it was. So what if there were a few things to remember and lots of thing to forget but still it is a part of my life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok ok cut the crap and come back to point. It is my birthday today. And I am 23 now. You people can send your birthday wishes, gifts, cash, etc etc etc on my address. ( if you don’t have it, I can &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;give it to you on special request.) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.A.D&lt;br /&gt;i.e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ashish Dixit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-4975687965682878689?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4975687965682878689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=4975687965682878689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/4975687965682878689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/4975687965682878689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-good-bye-22.html' title='So Good bye 22'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-4751956461455675392</id><published>2008-01-08T10:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:58:34.216+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Version 1:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Oh my son has scored 89.6%, still he could score much more”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“My son is school topper.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Version 2:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“I told you to read books, but you don’t have time to study... only game, game n game… huh”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Beta, this music and painting wont&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; give u a better life in future, only mathematics type of subjects are important”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Version 3:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Son: “papa I want to do media courses, I think I can do well in it.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Father: “no, you will earn lots of money in medical profession, and media profession is not so good.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Story is same everywhere, only characters are different. People around the world have changed a lot. There was never a boom of success like it is today. Success? Is it really a success?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Killing a dream of child to fulfill own desire is not success. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Running behind marks is not a success. (Where is the knowledge… no where, all you need to do is cramming cramming and cramming without keeping the basic fundamental of learning.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amir chooses such subject to make his debut as director.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amir Khan did a brilliant job in his debut as director. Making film on problem like Dyslexia is not an easy thing because the things may turn to a documentary of subject. Specially showing problem of younger one is difficult to sell in India.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R4MKNZspZRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Ds1sQudqzR4/s1600-h/TaareZameenPar_2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R4MKNZspZRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Ds1sQudqzR4/s400/TaareZameenPar_2b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152973623994705170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is becoming neck to neck competition in every field in India, which is opening new challenges and killing many too. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In this era of SMS voting competitions talent is becoming things of past… and actually the main reason is many of us don’t want to be in danger zone by doing any thing which we love to do. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Coming back to the movie, till this time many of you must have seen this movie, if not then you are plain unfortunate and you need to consult jyotishis for your luck. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went in the theater, hoping to see any documentary type of thing, because subject of movie was giving such impression to many movie lovers. But surprisingly it wasn’t documentary. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amir came in second half of the movie, and it was his direction only which didn’t give any boring impression in 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; half and child artist did his role perfectly. It is very difficult to make movie run on child artist for first complete half. But he did it. Mr. Perfectionist. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Few scenes forced me to cry , and watching growth of that child was so pleasant.. which needs an up gradation in dictionary, because I am not getting proper words to describe that feeling. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hope you people too have loved this movie, if you are still waiting to watch this movie… please go as soon as possible. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ahem, I have also tried aamir’s hairstyle after movie… :( though it is not looking good. But you know every hairstyle is unique and I will keep continuing it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;M&lt;/o:p&gt;.A.D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i.e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ashish Dixit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-4751956461455675392?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4751956461455675392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=4751956461455675392' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/4751956461455675392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/4751956461455675392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2008/01/version-1-oh-my-son-has-scored-89.html' title=''/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R4MKNZspZRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Ds1sQudqzR4/s72-c/TaareZameenPar_2b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-2554201440917343569</id><published>2008-01-07T01:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:26:33.834+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Adult Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s becoming a habit of people to make me wait. Wait for any damn thing possible… wait for a call, wait for a dinner, wait to ring me when required, wait, wait, wait, wait... I think I am becoming waiting machine (weighting machine too :( )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So today Mr. AKS made me waited for a lunch, when I was coming from a class. And guys trust me if AKS is asking for 2 min time then be sure you are going to wait for 20 or more minutes. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I reached before him at the destined location. And after so many phone calls and abusing data transfer finally I realized that there is no need to wait him like a waiting person, its better to do some time pass. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The location of our meet was “a restra near shiva ji nagar railway station”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I looked for nearby time passes. Generally in such cases best time passes are any book shop or CD stall on roads. And luckily there was one CD stall. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I decided to watch CDs. (though I am a big thief, cyber thief who steals every damn thing possible from internet… including software to movies to songs.. everything .. you name it I download it)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To my disappointment that stall had only movies and mp3 cds. So I just had a gaze there and went away. But I still had to do timepass. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I decided to purchase cartoon CDs (tom n jerry or any such cartoon Cds) . I looked carefully cover of each n every CD possible. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But to my biggest unfortunate there was nothing, I was about to leave that place. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly the owner of Stall asked me “ bhaiya what do you want”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: “yaar , I think you don’t have that stuff” and gave very bad sad expression.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He: “no sir, I have all CDs possible just tell me what do you want”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: “yaar I am unable to find that out, I think you don’t keep it”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He gave very wicked smile and blinked and opened one of his bags.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He took out 2-3 CDs. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To my surprise those CDS were of porn movies, :P .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He: “see bhaiya, I have every collection possible… you were looking for it.. am I right sir. I have lots of other too”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I thud my head by my hand. And uttered 2-3 words for my friend who made me wait there because of him I was in such condition.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I gave wicked smile to him too… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: “did I ask for it… are I am asking for TOM n JERRY CDs”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Till time I was completely out of my sense and laughing very badly… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He was in real surprise because by my age I am 22 but by my habits I am still 12… god people are still unable to understand me. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;M.A.D&lt;br /&gt;i.e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ashish Dixit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-2554201440917343569?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2554201440917343569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=2554201440917343569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/2554201440917343569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/2554201440917343569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2008/01/adult-kid.html' title='Adult Kid'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-6377494139232692694</id><published>2008-01-04T23:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:36:48.033+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New Year new resolutions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being a lazy person I really hate to do anything, which includes taking blanket in colder night. And also it is very difficult to make some rules and regulations for those days which I have only seen on calendar. But to prove myself a proud engineer (we plan every damn thing possible, even many of my friends have planned their kids name :O )I planned some resolutions for this year... Though I am 10000% sure that I won’t follow anyone, but there is a great joy to break resolutions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some of resolutions are:-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Weight : ahem, yes I am talking about weight sincerely.. ok ok I will loose it.. Though it was my last year resolution too… (did I say that it is my resolution since 8&lt;sup&gt;th &lt;/sup&gt;class). Honestly it is too much now… no I am not talking about weight; I am talking about endless list of names which I am getting because of this weight. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Reading : (gosh)… though I can kill anyone to buy fiction books to read from crossword or any such book store but please take course books away from me, ok I am making a resolution.. hehe I have only 3 exam to take in this semester, forget about such stupid resolutions. I can’t change my 7 semester reputation in one semester.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;English: ahem, it is also a one point. :( I will improve my communication English ( grammar also, if you have any helpful tip you can mail it to me on &lt;a href="mailto:aashish.dixit@gmail.com"&gt;aashish.dixit@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;), also will work on vocabulary. You know it is too difficult to carry a dictionary to theatre, and you can’t ask any word from your neighbor. also when you are reading any ahem story , it is quite stupid thing to search meaning of words in dictionary. So the conclusion is I need to work on it seriously.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Blog : sighs, last year I got a good blogging culture in last year, which is quite encouraging for a blogger like me. Ok I am not a good blogger I know, and I write frustration, stupid things happened to me, fiction (ok, max of posts are fiction work.. it is no more a thing to hide). But I really love to write. I just want to write things happening to me, happening to anyone. I just want to give life to things. I just want to give a new imagination to my words.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;Ok cut the crap, I will become more regular on blog and will write as much possible. ( I know it a torture for maximum readers.. haha but I can’t help myself)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Internet: ok I am not declaring that I won’t come online or things like this. Ok, internet bug like me can’t change himself in a day or two. We people need lots of time to do this. Even a gunpoint thing is not going to change our mind… so what you people are thinking, this stupid resolution can change my internet habit… no way. I can’t ditch my internet life. As already few people have concluded that I am living a dual personality. One who is on internet and other one who is ……… oye wait a minute I am same in my every personality. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Girls: ok, wait over. no, I have not got any girl friend , even I am not planning to get any ( even they are not planning to get boy friend like me). So what is it here on my resolution chart? answer is … ok I forgot.. babu bhaiya yeh ladki ka chakkar hai na.. bas samajh jao.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;I know how serious I am for my resolutions, and I know how many of it is going to see a rising sun of tomorrow . fir bhi koshish ek asha. I can atleast try my best. Ok semi best . if adnan can do it, I can atleast think to do it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;C ya&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast"&gt;Ok sorry I forgot to say “HAPPY NEW YEAR” . though I am only 3 day late or say 363 days ahead to wish it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;M.A.D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;i.e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Mr. Ashish Dixit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-6377494139232692694?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6377494139232692694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=6377494139232692694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/6377494139232692694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/6377494139232692694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-resolutions.html' title='New Year new resolutions...'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-6232699535804983138</id><published>2008-01-02T20:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:58:34.477+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Absence</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&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;Absence, a small word but which has lots of effects on normal human being. Sometime you are addicted to few people in you life and suddenly you are lonely in absence of that person… you have no one to fill that space which has been created by that person. (s) he is the one is always there to help you even in mid-night. Even (s)he is ready to call you, to console you, to listen you when you have no one to understand you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is not mandatory that you have to respect your blood relations only, even in my case I don’t believe in blood relations, I hate to live with them (not talking about my mummy, papa and sister). Even I hate to have such relatives who have motive to loot only , or to take benefit of you in every form. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some relations are bigger than blood relations, and I strongly believe in making such relations. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even in past I have so many friends on internet with whom I had brother or sister ( I made sisters too :) on internet , though figure is still less than female friends on internet ) relationship. Few were very close to me, but all vanished as time spread its wing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With the past one year, I was disturbing one bhaiya who became my buddy cum bhaiya cum net friend cum advisor, cum counselor, cum solution to many problems. Taresh bhaiya &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;, who loved to call me Gabdu, is now all ready to leave this country to work in USA. Though only for few days, months or say years but he was the one who tried to help me in every possible way. I always tried my best to meet him in past year but never got succeed. I know my luck always play tricks with me ad now he is ready to fly away from me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Though we never met personally but his calls and chatting sessions on gtalk were very helpful. May be he will continue same thing from USA ( and I know he will do it, I wont allow him to forget me… hehe). But still I am once again the one to get absence of someone who is so close to me. Still nothing is going to change but this conscious mind… :( &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bhaiya thanks for everything you helped me, and special thanks for this sweet teddy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R3ujcZspZQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UCYZuvJyFYE/s1600-h/01-02-08_1955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R3ujcZspZQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UCYZuvJyFYE/s400/01-02-08_1955.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150890307158107394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;May god bless you and you will get success in every field. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.A.D&lt;br /&gt;i.e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ashish Dixit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-6232699535804983138?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6232699535804983138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=6232699535804983138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/6232699535804983138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/6232699535804983138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2008/01/absence.html' title='Absence'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R3ujcZspZQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UCYZuvJyFYE/s72-c/01-02-08_1955.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-2892875399121761921</id><published>2007-12-31T18:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-31T18:40:41.466+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Being SINGLE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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;Sometime it is really havoc to remain SINGLE… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q. what is SINGLE?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;a. SINGLE: Not married or related to the unmarried state (according to dictionary).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But engineer’s definition (you know, I have to take care of my own occupation it is really mandatory for me to answer in that language.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Single : a very disturbing state of girl/boy, in which (s)he has to show pair of teeth in front of everyone , to show that you are still happy with this status though you are not. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is also a relationship status option in website “ORKUT” , which decides your profile visits if you are female and sometime it also decides your status in front of other one. And if you are a boy... does it even matter to boys whether they are on orkut or not: P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Single also means a SIN Gazed on Lonely Earth ( I tried to make full form of SINGLE).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;This is the level of answers which we wrote in our examinations, guess the level of frustration of examiners after checking it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well cut the crap, and coming to the point.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday a south Indian lion (who live inside me though I am north Indian) roared badly and demanded for good south Indian food. So I had only one good option in Pune i.e. restaurant Vaishali at F C Road. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:x (well hotels in Pune too serve south Indian foods but it has good Maharashtrian flavor which I really dislike.) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Usually this place is over crowded with people on weekends. It means you have to wait for at least 30 mins or more if you want to enjoy south Indian cuisine there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was alone there, with no one to company at dine. So it was really difficult for restaurant staff to provide a table to single person when 20-30 people more are waiting. So they asked me “can you join any one else, if you don’t have problem.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: “no, I don’t have any problem. But please confirm from their side too”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I am telling you this world is becoming crueler for mushy couples. That idiot waiter directly went to one such couple to ask about one seat... and that’s too for me!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Waiter: “sir a boy is standing there; can he join you people, if you don’t have any problem?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Boy (astonished completely and was in mood to kill that waiter but I think he tried to become smart in front his girl friend): “don’t you guys have any other seat to offer him?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Waiter: “no sir, restaurant is completely full today, as you know it is Sunday” (and smiled like a champion because he did his work perfectly).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Boy: “ok… we don’t have problem”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then boy gazed to girl, and read her complaining eyes :p and they became silent. And for the first time I behaved like “pyar ka dushman “ in my entire life. :x just because of that idiot waiter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I joined them, and I really don’t know what happened to them. They stopped discussing things. I was sitting opposite to girl.(she was very cute , and guy was $%@#$%@#$ in front of her)( you may also call it jealous factor).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We three were sitting there just like Gandhi ji’s three monkey. I had tried to play role of all three to remain silent, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I tried not to listen any word from them and most important not to see that girl. (Blushes)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I was feeling very shy because of it, because I interrupted someone’s family planning or someone’s future plans about marriage or at least say any thing they were planning initially. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even I tried my best to behave friendly with them, but it seemed that they were promised before my arrival that audio data transfer is sin in front of any computer engineer. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly I saw a table where only a pair of son and his father was sitting. I went directly to waiter and told him to ask kiddo-n-papa pair to allow and adjust me with them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And also I abused waiter to give such sit previously.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: “ sharm nahi aati hai kisi k bhi saath betha dete ho” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Waiter (grinning): “sir us time koi sit khali hi nahi thi, aur aapne enjoy nahi kia.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me (tried to show more aggression): to wait nahi karva sakta tha” :X&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Waiter:” offo sir, ok mai puchta hai un se..”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And finely I got sit at that table of father and son. And it was really a bad thing which 1 single could face at any crowded place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;M.A.D i.e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Mr. Ashish Dixit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-2892875399121761921?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2892875399121761921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=2892875399121761921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/2892875399121761921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/2892875399121761921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/12/being-single.html' title='Being SINGLE.'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-8300646641095402492</id><published>2007-12-28T10:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-28T10:51:17.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No beta it is COW!!!</title><content type='html'>A boy (age 3-4 years old) with his mother at juice centre of MG road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: mom vo dekho ek guy ( guy = cow in hindi)&lt;br /&gt;Mother: no beta, it is not like this, you should say, it is a cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though she was correct, and she is only trying to teach her child but this incident took away my thoughts for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;Is it mandatory to cram learning English as our 1st language???&lt;br /&gt;What about 18 different Indian languages???&lt;br /&gt;Ok English is universal language but is it really necessary to give higher priority to it??? And that’s to in such an early age.&lt;br /&gt;This English language craze is on its real boom today. No one wants to admit their wards in any Hindi medium school (till they have no other option left because of money).&lt;br /&gt;Missionary schools are mushrooming up here and there. Private schools too started following such things.&lt;br /&gt;I am not at all against of learning English language but they way parents have started taking it is seriously serious.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is the place, wherever is the location English is coming ahead leaving local languages far apart.&lt;br /&gt;May be this BPO boom or IT industry is giving this a brighter platform but leaving own mother tongue is not a solution. It is only a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it is like a shame if you do a grammar mistake in English but if when you do it in Hindi or other languages it is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak Sudh Hindi in front of anyone, it can annoy him/her but no problem with English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy(cow) incident is just an example, even in our houses it is a day to day activity to teach our wards such words , and do hell with other languages.&lt;br /&gt;Already so many tribal languages have vanished from this world, Sanskrit users are really in numbers, urdu is no where in scene (leaving Pakistanis who are making a fun of this language , their speaking language is Punjabi and official language is urdu), and so many other languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maa is becoming mom day by day; pita ji is getting converted into dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can’t blame to parents directly but they can teach their wards their own culture at least at home.&lt;br /&gt;We don’t need a USA or UK support to learn our own culture, it is becoming a practice of Indians to follow things happened in west. We do yog because Americans are doing it. Holy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is we are developing our country India; we are not at all making any other state of USA here.&lt;br /&gt;It is better to develop country by its own culture not by following any XYZ country, because they have their own standard of livings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.A.D&lt;br /&gt;i.e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ashish Dixit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-8300646641095402492?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8300646641095402492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=8300646641095402492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/8300646641095402492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/8300646641095402492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-beta-it-is-cow.html' title='No beta it is COW!!!'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-1282381701110252125</id><published>2007-12-20T09:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:58:34.670+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jogging  :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&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;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Scene 1&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friend A:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;are you pregnant?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: :O, since when boys are becoming pregnant. You idiot. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friend A : no , actually you are getting weight day by day!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Scene 2&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friend B : what is your diet? I am afraid you will finish up all the things in dinner, and we will remain hungry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: Oye fitte muh. My diet is normal; in fact I eat less than you. X-(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Scene 3&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am on phone with my mom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maa : bas mota hi hota rahiyo, kam mat ho jaiyo. Abhi chuttiya hai kuch kaam hi kar le. Weight ka kuch khayal kar and blah blah blah (conclusion: you are getting too much weight, start exercising)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: do you have any other thing to talk about? Huh (I seriously think sometime what will my mom talk about if I solve this problem of weight!!!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are so many more scenes too; even people who have never seen me are talking me in sarcastic way!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So finally I decided to do something. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nv8ZspZNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/G7Q01zgyiMA/s400/motu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ahem!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am good in yoga so initially I planned to start with yogic exercises; everything was going perfectly fine till one day one friend challenged me to become lesser in weight than him till 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; January. ( I know it is not fair and time limit is very short. But challenge is challenge. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So today I decide to reduce it by faster way, a jogging way. (I have a good stamina in running and walking, so it is not a difficult task but the thing is I need a partner to jog with).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today 20 December 2007&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I woke up by 6:00 am (I was online till 2:00am, we poor internet breed of humans)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I called my friend for a company, even after 6-7 calls I was getting same reception “tring tring”… now it was cheesing me off. X-(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I started jogging after replying my scraps on orkut, giving my valuable ( :O ) thoughts on various communities and replying my emails ( there was not a single bloody email in my mailbox today x-( )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally I am on road at 6:45am, accompanied by street dogs, fellow joggers (age group 50 to infinity)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Huh PMC (Pune Municipal Corporation) is not working seriously, too much trash on roads. Well nothing to worry about, I am still on road (walking, venue of jogging is our university road which is 700 m long, no idea about width :O)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everything seems to be fine… wait... Who is burning coal at this time... Huh… that’s why I suggest people to do yoga. India is becoming polluted and populated day by day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Huh!!! Is it necessary for people to throw condoms on roads x-(. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally after a Km walk, I am on university road (remember which is 700 m long)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Round 1:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yaar India is really becoming populated; lots of people are there for walking. (Age group: 12 to 70+)... Damn it no hot chick is jogging.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Round 2:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmph hmph!!! Aaha lots of guys are coming for jogging; I am the only lazy ass who was not thinking about this. Idiot me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Round 3:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Officially final round, because it is my first day and I have reached to my stamina limit. Hmph hmph… wow there is group of girls. :( may my luck wonders like Chetan Bhagat’s Five point someone novel’s Hari. Offo is it necessary or girls to come with their salman khan look like boy friends. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally I am out of campus, and sweating like a melting glacier. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;May be I will keep continuing this practice. :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;M.A.D&lt;br /&gt;i.e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ashish Dixit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-1282381701110252125?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1282381701110252125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=1282381701110252125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/1282381701110252125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/1282381701110252125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/12/jogging.html' title='Jogging  :('/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nv8ZspZNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/G7Q01zgyiMA/s72-c/motu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-1777946345438871249</id><published>2007-12-15T08:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-15T08:33:27.639+05:30</updated><title type='text'>180 min.</title><content type='html'>i modified this song to this shit, just to motivate all students appearing in various exams.. you know i am so kind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;180 minutes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;180 minute !!!&lt;br /&gt;180 minute hai tumhare paas&lt;br /&gt;shayad&lt;br /&gt;tumhari zindagi ke sabse khaas&lt;br /&gt;180 minute&lt;br /&gt;aaj tum accha likho ya bura&lt;br /&gt;yeh 180 minute tumhe&lt;br /&gt;zindagi bhar yaad rahenge&lt;br /&gt;toh kaise likhna hai&lt;br /&gt;aaj main tumhe nahi batayunga&lt;br /&gt;bas itna kahunga&lt;br /&gt;ki jaayo&lt;br /&gt;aur yeh 180 minute&lt;br /&gt;jee bhar ke likho&lt;br /&gt;kyunki iske baad aane wali zindagi mein&lt;br /&gt;chahe sahi ho ya na ho&lt;br /&gt;chahe kuch rahe ya na rahe&lt;br /&gt;tum haaro ya jeeto&lt;br /&gt;lekin yeh 180 minute&lt;br /&gt;tumse koi nahi cheen sakta&lt;br /&gt;koi nahi&lt;br /&gt;toh&lt;br /&gt;maine socha ki&lt;br /&gt;iss exam mein kaise likhna hai&lt;br /&gt;aaj main tumhe nahi batayunga&lt;br /&gt;balki tum mujhe batayoge&lt;br /&gt;likhkar&lt;br /&gt;kyunki main jaanta hoon&lt;br /&gt;ki agar yeh 180 minute&lt;br /&gt;iss exam ka har questions mai&lt;br /&gt;apni memory ki sabse badiya&lt;br /&gt;answer likh dia&lt;br /&gt;toh yeh 180 minute&lt;br /&gt;khuda bhi tumse waapis nahi maang sakta&lt;br /&gt;toh jaayo&lt;br /&gt;jaayo aur apne aap se&lt;br /&gt;iss zindagi se&lt;br /&gt;apne khuda se&lt;br /&gt;aur har uss insaan se jisne tumhe&lt;br /&gt;tumpar barosa na kiya ho&lt;br /&gt;apne 180 minute cheen lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blue&gt;M.A.D&lt;br /&gt;i.e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ashish Dixit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-1777946345438871249?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1777946345438871249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=1777946345438871249' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/1777946345438871249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/1777946345438871249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/12/180-min.html' title='180 min.'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-6000706732068762124</id><published>2007-12-10T08:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-10T08:16:23.171+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my fav lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>O Re Piya</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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;Sometimes even a song can change your mood, I remember of one guy who left USA just because of one song (I am talking about Mr. Raj Bapna of mind power who left USA just because of song “chithi aayi hai”). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday I was chatting with one of my friend, we generally chat about movies as well songs (a height of Vellapan you can say). So she asked me about “aaja nachle” movie… at that time I was only in the clouds of bad reviews of this movie from various sources. So I had no idea about its song, I had an idea of that controversial song and nothing else. She forced me to listen this song “o re pia”. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First I downloaded it from website like and ideal cyber thief. Aaaahhhhaaaaaa this song is sung by Rahat Fateh Ali Khan Sahab. Wow a treat to ears; it was the first reaction after few lines of song. Suddenly I was completely in song. It’s a song about a girl who is completely mad for her love and chasing her love. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly I was in completely in the fever of song and don’t know from where one tear rolled out of my eyes. I became mad and started moving my feet. Whew thanks to god that I was alone in my flat at that time, I started giving facial expression, I was completely out of my sense at that time. And then it happened which even never happened to me by listening any fast dance track. Yes I started dancing slowly, slowly. My player was in one song repeat mode. And after 1 hour or 1.5 hours, I came in my sense. Hell what was I doing and for whom? So many questions were floating in my minds just in few seconds. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am sure some of you might have felt the same magic with this song. Here is the lyric of this song. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;O re piya haye 3&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Udne laga kyon man baawla re&lt;br /&gt;Aaya kahan se yeh hosla re&lt;br /&gt;O re piya haye 2&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tanabana tanabana bunti hawaa haaye bunti hawa&lt;br /&gt;Boondein bhi to aaye nahi baaz yahan &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sagish mein shaamil sara jahan hai&lt;br /&gt;Har zare zare ki yeh iltiza hai &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;O re Piya&lt;br /&gt;O re Piya haye 2&lt;br /&gt;O re Piya &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ni re ,re re ga&lt;br /&gt;ga ga ma&lt;br /&gt;ma ma pa&lt;br /&gt;pa ma ga re sa&lt;br /&gt;sa re re sa&lt;br /&gt;ga ga re&lt;br /&gt;ma ma ga&lt;br /&gt;pa pa ma&lt;br /&gt;dha dha pa&lt;br /&gt;ni ni sa sa pa&lt;br /&gt;pa sa ma pa dha ni sa ni&lt;br /&gt;re ni sa sa sa.. . . . .. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nazrein bolen duniya bole&lt;br /&gt;dil ki zaban haaye dil ki zubaan&lt;br /&gt;Ishq maange ishq chahe koi toofan&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Chalna aahiste ishq naya hai&lt;br /&gt;Pehla yeh vada humne kiya hai &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;O re piya haaye 2&lt;br /&gt;O re piya&lt;br /&gt;Piyaaaaa....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;yehhh piya&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nange pairo pe angaro&lt;br /&gt;chalti rahi haaye chalti rahi&lt;br /&gt;Lagta hai ke gairo mein&lt;br /&gt;Palti rahi haaye&lt;br /&gt;le chal wahan jo&lt;br /&gt;Mulk tera hai&lt;br /&gt;Jahil zamana&lt;br /&gt;dushman mera hai &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;haaye&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;O re piya haye 5&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Brief about song:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Movie : Aaja Nachle (2007)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Music Director : Salim Suleman&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Singer : Rahat Fateh Ali Khan Sahab&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lyricists: Jaideep Suhani and Piyush Mishra&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mood/Type: Sad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Listen it to feel the magic. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&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;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.A.D&lt;br /&gt;i.e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ashish Dixit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-6000706732068762124?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6000706732068762124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=6000706732068762124' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/6000706732068762124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/6000706732068762124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-re-piya.html' title='O Re Piya'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-2484053223607278454</id><published>2007-12-08T07:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-08T07:39:06.056+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='final year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams are hell'/><title type='text'>Exams sexam hye rabba!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whew!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What a relief!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally the monster of exams is not here , although he has promised me to come back after 6 months and also promised to show his fear in the month of February ( I m talking about results). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t know what happened to me this time, for the first time I was… wait … no one was in fever of exams ( leave toppers idiots, they have nothing to do else.). We guys were 24x7 online on internet, we chatted with each n every one possible. We watched movies. We did whatever we didn’t suppose to do at that time. And the irony was no one is crying even after bad exams (huh, I m not talking about results, on that day from topper to bloody looser everyone cry. Topper to get more and looser hehehe to clear exams or to pass exams…)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Though my exams were not satisfactory this time, but because of our university pattern, we were too much blessed. Our blessing level was too much up that no one dares to touch before examination day. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Right from 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; exam to last one, we people were leg pulling enjoying our sleepless nights (not burning midnight lamps buddy) but chatting on computer, making communities to do more leg pulling work. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My friend and me had already written so many algorithms helpful in passing exams, (links will be provided to each and everyone on demand). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I am once again labeled as free after exams, huh, I know I have too much things in my mind for this vacations. Lets see how will I climb my dangerous plans. :). Till then jai ram ji ki… errr jai sita ram ji… :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;M.A.D&lt;br /&gt;i.e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ashish Dixit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-2484053223607278454?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2484053223607278454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=2484053223607278454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/2484053223607278454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/2484053223607278454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/12/exams-sexam-hye-rabba.html' title='Exams sexam hye rabba!!!'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-1346613495981115599</id><published>2007-11-19T17:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-19T17:50:10.688+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Exams :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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;Twinkle twinkle little star…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aur yeh jo exams hai yeh hai sabke baap.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know above poem is bad, in fact very bad. But one can easily see my mental condition in examination time. A time in which I love to do each and everything possible than studies. I swear these exams are different than previous any exams happened. First of all it is my first time to final year :p. means after 6 months I will kick on the a** of this engineering. Whew. I can see stress free (???) life.. I know industry people are watching me and ready to give tons of work, like their senior did. But hey it is too much now with studies. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am watching movies daily (downloading source will be revealed on demand). I have watched Gawaria ohh wait wait.. it was sawaria. I named it gawaria because initial first part was just like any chitrahar show having 2-3 hosts who are making fun of public by giving stupid dialogues. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A so called love story , I was full up of tears after watching this movie. Yes sanjay leela bhansali is greatest movie maker. But hey hey I was not crying because of emotional flow of movie but those were tears of happiness.. whew 2 hours are over so is this movie. I was very happy after this movie because I am still to understand WHY. Why this movie. Why did I watch this movie. No doubt sets of movie were awesome and songs were too good. But story and acting.. nah.. sonam kapoor and ranbir kapoor were looking cute but why did SLB took salman and rani who spoiled movie. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well after this I watched Om Shanti Om. It was better than previous one or say it was seem to be better to me after sawaria effect. Though it was spoof of so many things. Even SRK did his spoof. Deepika was looking gorgeous and I must tell you SRK is much better than any other one with 6 pack abs. he has started inspiring me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The most irritating thing about this PLs( preparation leaves, which are supposed to be used by any student to study for exams) is internet. I have started sitting for 5-6 hours daily on it. And I am not the only one with such daily habit. Maximum of my college friends are following same routine. In fact we people have started making fun on internet. Guess we are studying on gtalk. Gosh. We r discussing problems ( obviously love problems, who cares about study problem). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is our condition in exams. :( mano ya na mano… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Same is the news from all over india from fellow final year engineers… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok start wishing me luck buddies. Who knows your best wish may give some fortune to me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.A.D&lt;br /&gt;i.e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ashish Dixit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-1346613495981115599?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1346613495981115599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=1346613495981115599' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/1346613495981115599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/1346613495981115599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/11/exams.html' title='Exams :('/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-4952292853806362541</id><published>2007-10-21T09:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-21T09:46:35.830+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='final year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquarius'/><title type='text'>water water... hmm i am aquarius.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;few years back when I was kid (8-10years old ) …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was in bathroom .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mom : kitna khelega pani se, ar logo ko bhi nahana hai (how much will you play with water, other want to bath too)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: kya hai .. tang mat karo.. ( plz don’t disturb me )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Same history repeats itself years to years, day after day…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And this love for water was increasing with its pace. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Being an Aquarius it is natural for me. To do water works, to love water. &lt;/b&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;&lt;b style=""&gt;21/10/2007 (today’s date)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&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;I woke up as usual, and after reading all the SMSs from friends on Dushera. I started to begin my daily activity.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So my first step out of my bed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;CHAPAK&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; step&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;CHAPAK&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I realized that I am still in dreams but wait wait … &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My image was floating on the floor…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ohhhhhhh shit…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My floor was flooded with water :( . some 3-5 cm in height . &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ohhh what happened… Then I realized our lovely cook remained open the tap of kitchen and all blames to Pune’s builder. They bloody @%$#$%@# didn’t get time to provide better drainage system in kitchen. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So water was coming from that source. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Firstly I made the tap off. Then ran to my room mate ..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : gaba plzzz wake up.. our flat has been flooded by water.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gaba: bhad mai ja …( go to hell)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : abey I am not kidding yar, really flat has been flooded…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gaba : let me sleep , I slept at 6 am. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: abey idiot wake up. It is 8 am now. Plzzzzzzzzz help me . I am unable to clean it on my own.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gaba then ignored me and used his blanket to cover each n every part of his body.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: #$%^$%^#$&amp;amp;#$T#$^&amp;amp;%^&amp;amp;$Y#$%&amp;amp;%^&amp;amp;%^#&amp;amp;%^&amp;amp;@$T%@#$^@$&amp;amp;#%^&amp;amp;@^@#$ ( some words are better to keep in encrypted form… I hope you are getting my feeling)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I took broom and started sweeping water first from my rom. Oh shit I am missing one thing which is known as WIPER. :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But it is in my luck to use desi things to clean the floor. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And to make my condition worst , my maid didn’t come. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So here I am .. and this is me… with broom. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sweap sweap and sweap… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After that I realized I am just wasting my time using simple broom to clean things. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then I used one desi method .. and I used my old towel to squeeze water .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After 1 hour of cleaning I became tired :( and took rest.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once again after 5 mins of rest I was bac to action. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My room -&gt; kitchen -&gt;gaba’s room-&gt;bathroom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everywhere …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally cook came and he started laughing on my condition…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gurrrrrrrr&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: bhaiya it is because of you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cook : hahahaha&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : chal don’t laugh and clean the remaining :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cook : ok bhaiya… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And he took charge from me, it was just like exchanging duties.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He started cleaning floors of rooms and kitchen. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whew&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then I realized god is too great. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He saw that our maid won’t come today so he adjusted his entire festive mood and forced me to make my flat cleaner. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And after hard work (muuuuuuuuah I love this hard work term, because I never do it) my flat was cleaner: O &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some of the hidden advantages of this cleaning program. :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1) flat is much cleaner today&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2) I got my cute rugby ball back… hurray now I can play with that (don’t think any other thing.. it is just a softball in shape of rugby ball. And I love to play with it in my room. :) )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3)i got my 2 pairs of socks &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And there are too many.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rest is fine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;HAPPY VIJAYDASHMI &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&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;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&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;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&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;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&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;&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/35340914-4952292853806362541?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4952292853806362541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=4952292853806362541' title='123 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/4952292853806362541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/4952292853806362541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/10/water-water-hmm-i-am-aquarius.html' title='water water... hmm i am aquarius.'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>123</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-9077999631939252739</id><published>2007-10-13T10:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-13T10:09:36.054+05:30</updated><title type='text'>longessssssssssssst tongue</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aha so finally I checked status of my tongue with respect to (oh we engineers love this term) world records. :(. I think I need to do some exercises to make it longer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday I was on bike (of course as pillion rider) and playing with my tongue (my favorite time pass :D &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&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;Before I write any thing I must tell you that I have longer tongue which must have been gifted by lizard’s family for my respect to their ancestors (yes I am talking about dinosaurs). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To make things better and clear for you , I can touch my nose tip with my tongue tip. :P . so you can imagine greatness of my tongue. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well so because of devils inside me I googled &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“longest tongue in world” and got few records . The longest tongue in the world is recorded to some Stephen Taylor who has 9.5 Cms of tongue :( (He must belong to a family of lizards, I am telling you). And next to him is one girl who has record of 7.8 Cms tongue (interestingly she has longer one in females) . &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So in a hope to get something, I checked my tongue… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bull shit…. No no… dog shit… no no… oh come on yaar shit is shit… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My tongue is 1.6 Cms shorter to world record. Yeah you have calculated it right my tongue is varying between 7.8 or say 7.9 Cms . so I have planned to do some pushups with my tongue so that I can reach this golden figure… :). After all record is record.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And stupid Itune was playing “kya khoya kya paya jag mai”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But this tongue mystery has solved many mysteries disturbing me inside. Like &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1) It has solved the mystery of my talkative nature, now I got it why I speak too much.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2) Why it takes too much time to clean my tongue :( with the help of tongue cleaner.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But it has not solved one mystery yet “why do girls speak more than boys if they have shorter tongue”. I am still looking for this.. haha&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gaba (my room mate, who can make record in his weight... just kidding) and me tried to measure my tongue with every possible way out (you may call it height of insanity, but we both live like this only hehe). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our kaam wali bai was working in our flat at that time. She looked our madness and just smiled. Actually she was not getting words in hindi to speak anything (she is very weak in hindi :( and uses Marathi often). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So finally she gave her golden statement after all&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;this” ae bhaiya , tum log ee kya karta hai… hamare Marathi mai ek kahavat hai jiska jeebh naak se chu jata hai , uski har icha puri hota hai.” (English translation for any angrez. “he brother, what are you doing… in our Marathi there is one old saying that if you can touch your nose tip with your tongue tip, your every wish will be fulfilled by god).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmm.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I have started making wishes.. if you people have any .. you can contact me.. haha&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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/35340914-9077999631939252739?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/9077999631939252739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=9077999631939252739' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/9077999631939252739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/9077999631939252739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/10/longessssssssssssst-tongue.html' title='longessssssssssssst tongue'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-6412336806511988188</id><published>2007-10-13T05:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-13T05:59:03.063+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lord Ram's comments on RAM SETU</title><content type='html'>It has been copied from one community of orkut, i liked it so i m posting it here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord Ram's comments on RAM SETU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Lord Shree Shree Ramachandra Prabhu surveyed the Ram Setu and said&lt;br /&gt;"Hanuman, how diligently and strenuously you and your vanara sena had built&lt;br /&gt;this bridge several centuries back. It is remarkable that it has withstood&lt;br /&gt;the ravages of the climatic and geographical changes over centuries. It is&lt;br /&gt;indeed an amazing feat especially considering the fact that a bridge at&lt;br /&gt;Hyderabad built by Gammon using latest technology collapsed the other day&lt;br /&gt;even before they could stick the posters on its pillars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanuman with all humility spoke "Jai Sri Ram, it is all because of your&lt;br /&gt;grace. We just scribbled your name on the bricks and threw them in the sea&lt;br /&gt;and they held. No steel from TISCON or cement from Ambuja or ACC was ever&lt;br /&gt;used. But Lord, why rake up the old issue now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ram spoke "Well, Hanuman some people down there want to demolish the bridge&lt;br /&gt;and construct a canal. The contract involves lot of money and lot of money&lt;br /&gt;will be made. They will make money on demolition and make more money on&lt;br /&gt;construction. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanuman humbly bowed down and said "Why not we go down and present our&lt;br /&gt;case"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ram said "Times have changed since we were down there. They will ask us to&lt;br /&gt;submit age proof and we don't have either a birth certificate or school&lt;br /&gt;leaving certificate. We traveled mainly on foot and some times in bullock&lt;br /&gt;carts and so we don't have a driving license either. As far as the address&lt;br /&gt;proof is concerned the fact that I was born at Ayodhya is itself under&lt;br /&gt;litigation for over half a century, If I go in a traditional attire with&lt;br /&gt;bow and arrow, the ordinary folks may recognize me but Arjun Singh may take&lt;br /&gt;me to be some tribal and, at the most, offer a seat at IIT under the&lt;br /&gt;reserved category. Also, a God cannot walk in dressed in a three-piece suit&lt;br /&gt;and announce his arrival. It would make even the devotees suspicious. So it&lt;br /&gt;is dilemma so to say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can vouch for you by saying that I personally built the bridge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My dear, Anjani putra, it will not work. They will ask you to produce the&lt;br /&gt;lay-out plan, the project details, including financial outlay and how the&lt;br /&gt;project cost was met and the completion certificate. Nothing is accepted&lt;br /&gt;without documentary evidence in India. You may cough but unless a doctor&lt;br /&gt;certifies it, you have no cough. A pensioner may present himself personally&lt;br /&gt;but the authorities do not take it as proof. He has to produce a&lt;br /&gt;life-certificate to prove that he is alive. It is that complicated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord can't understand these historians. Over the years you have given&lt;br /&gt;darshan once every hundred years to saints like Surdas, Tulsidas, Saint&lt;br /&gt;Thyagaraja, Jayadeva, Bhadrachala Ramdas and even Sant Tukaram and still&lt;br /&gt;they disbelieve your existence and say Ramayana is a myth. The only option,&lt;br /&gt;I see, is to re-enact Ramayana on earth and set the government records&lt;br /&gt;straight once for all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord smiled "It isn't that easy today. Ravan is apprehensive that he may&lt;br /&gt;look like a saint in front of Karunanidhi. I also spoke to his mama&lt;br /&gt;Mareecha, who appeared as a golden deer to tempt Sita maiyya when I was in&lt;br /&gt;the forest and he said that he won't take a chance of stepping on earth as&lt;br /&gt;long as Salman Khan is aroun&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d."&lt;/span&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/35340914-6412336806511988188?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6412336806511988188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=6412336806511988188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/6412336806511988188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/6412336806511988188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/10/lord-rams-comments-on-ram-setu.html' title='Lord Ram&apos;s comments on RAM SETU'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-6956849726298407547</id><published>2007-10-08T21:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:23:53.816+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='final year'/><title type='text'>Being in final year of computer engineering,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like any other thing this is also a landmark of anyone’s life. It is not an ordinary year; even it is a period which you always want to keep in your memories. Finally I have realized the things which I am getting in pieces. Quite obvious I am not talking about my academics but I am talking about a gate which will throw me out from my educational life to a professional life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;I never have an attitude of final year student. I am living my life as it is coming on my way. Means controlling all emotions in one life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today I realized the value of this attitude. I was in lift of our college library. And with me there was one guy, I really don’t know about him. Well after shutting the doors I started doing my job which is full up of making insanity , well I was playing with (not on.. ) my mobile… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Guy next to me: can’t you stand properly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: :O&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Guy: well I am in 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; year; you should respect your seniors. (I don’t how did he judge my class. :O )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So lift reached to the ground floor, common destination of both of us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : excuse me sir.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Guy : yes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: by the way I am in final year and I think final year comes after 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And finally I gave victorious smile to him. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Guy: :O sorry sir… I thought you are in 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: its ok buddy… but take it as lesson.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And left the place waving my mobile in same way, I was doing in the lift. :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recently I have also started feeling that I am a student of computer engineering :o . Well don’t be shocked, I never did any technical work, I never did my assignments on my own and also&lt;a href="http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2006/11/munna-bhai-be.html"&gt; I have never gave my practical exams in fair manner&lt;/a&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;Last night I was talking to papa on phone. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Papa: so how much have you started studying? (my father is also a member of CPI.. it is not communist party of India. You nerd!!!, it is common problem in India… well it means when a person only knows two states 0 and 1, i.e. either on or off. Well to make things clear my father only talked about studies and money on phone, 0 or 1 in my language, means in language of computer engineering… aha Digital electronics .. I love it…)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: I am busy in project work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Papa: and what about money, you are misusing my ATM card now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: err… papa I never did, actually blah blah blah (you people can mail me to take crash course of making fake expenses.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Papa: hey you have got one CD as gift.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : oh please send it to my address. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Papa: ok give me your mail address.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: ok it is &lt;a href="mailto:aashish.dixit@gmail.com"&gt;aashish.dixit@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; , send it as attachment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Papa : :O&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-6956849726298407547?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6956849726298407547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=6956849726298407547' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/6956849726298407547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/6956849726298407547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/10/being-in-final-year-of-computer.html' title='Being in final year of computer engineering,'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-3690301761179596345</id><published>2007-10-06T10:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:58:35.590+05:30</updated><title type='text'>chai per bulaya hai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Winamp played a trick with me, and played some songs which I was in forgetting processes. After playing some melodious tracks, suddenly it played a track “SHAYAD MERI SHAADI KA KHAYAL”… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tough I don’t prefer to listen such highly motivating, inspiring, stimulating, etc songs which motivates youths to a dangerous gamble of life known as MARRIAGE. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I was in bathroom and playing with my razor to make my face cleaner, in short I was shaving. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And because of one term known as “LAZYNESS”, I allowed it to play. Now my brain started playing with my thinking power and I started thinking if…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RwcUxNWddmI/AAAAAAAAADo/3gKEpocY8LU/s1600-h/tea.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RwcUxNWddmI/AAAAAAAAADo/3gKEpocY8LU/s400/tea.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118082337159870050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1) If her mom called me for tea, then what will happen: as I prefer anything over tea. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her mom: so beta what would you take tea or …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: err, can’t we chat and forget about tea or other formalities.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her mom: beta don’t feel shy, feel as home. Now tell me what you would prefer to take.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: hmm. Ok can we have ICE tea, I simply love it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her mom: I am sorry son, but ice tea…??? Sorry I don’t know how to make it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: its ok aunty, so can we have Lemon Tea. It is good for health too. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lime is best for our body and blah blah blah…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her mom: :( I am sorry once again… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: ok. Simple tea is fine, but I prefer to have 1 TS sugar in it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her mom: ok &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And after this “TEA with her mom” program we chatted something else. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2) If her dad called me for the same, in any of good restaurant &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Father: so son, how are you, I listened about you. She was disturbing my days and nights in your introduction. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: I am fine and it’s my pleasure to listen such things for me. (Blushing)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Father: so where are you working, and at what post.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: sir I am working in this blah blah blah company and this blah blah blah post (I am still jobless, is any recruiter reading this, CV will be mailed as per requirement)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Father: oh it’s nice. So what would you have a simple tea :O :O :O&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me (making expression of not again… puhllllleeeeeeez….. but somehow I recall some of my friend’s request that first impression is last one, so please don’t behave like Ashish there) : oh yeah sir, whatever you prefer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Father (expression: showing attitude of father-in-law): why? Can’t you make this simple decision?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: err. Ok sir, coffee will be fine for me. Expresso.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Father : uff this generation… coffee coffee.. don’t you people know about benefits of tea.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: err, ok sir one tea for me , with 1 TS sugar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Father(in his old expression of attitude) : order it to waiter, I am not working here as waiter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me (gulp) :yes sir… sir by the way what would you prefer?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Father :me.. ok order one coffee for me &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : :O :O :O :O :O :O :O&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3) If she turns out to be tea lover.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will simply type &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/"&gt;www.orkut.com&lt;/a&gt; and search any other for me… :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And finally after this shaving-cum-dream sequence I felt the power of Gillette razors, truly yar, these people are number 1 in making blades. I got two cuts on my face :( in this shaving process. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-3690301761179596345?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3690301761179596345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=3690301761179596345' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/3690301761179596345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/3690301761179596345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/10/chai-per-bulaya-hai.html' title='chai per bulaya hai...'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RwcUxNWddmI/AAAAAAAAADo/3gKEpocY8LU/s72-c/tea.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-5987148938662773371</id><published>2007-09-26T17:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:58:36.079+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CHAK DIA INDIA NE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally India won world cup which all of were waiting for the long time. Actually it was 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; world cup for my age group of youngsters living in India. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I soon realized that every paper is mentioning “CHAK DE INDIA” and writing about cricket , Times of India flooded 6 pages with the news of cricket just after that day, Hindustan times Delhi edition filled 5 pages. Even regional papers filled as much they could do. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wasn’t astonished by the media behavior because I was expecting this much of shits in Papers, TV etc. but soon I was in history of events. And I remembered that Indian hockey team won Asian cup just few days back, and what media did for them… they just published few lines.. Yes few lines… some might had published 3-4 paragraphs but not more than it was in any paper. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok done … it’s a part of life and players have their own status level… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today I was reading news on &lt;a href="http://www.rediff.com/sports/2007/sep/26hock.htm"&gt;REDIFF&lt;/a&gt; and to shame for all there was one news in which senior hockey players are ready to go on hunger strike… feeling sorry for them.. yes you should be… today we have made cricket as unofficial national game of this country on the coffin of national game of our country. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am neither a fan of hockey nor of cricket, but really this news has shocked me. The condition of hockey team is not so bad; in fact they are winning much more matches than cricket team. Proof to my statement is their latest game in Asian cup. They did everything could to do bring pride of our country back to India.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RvpId9WddkI/AAAAAAAAADY/TY2fMC6J0Wo/s1600-h/27hock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RvpId9WddkI/AAAAAAAAADY/TY2fMC6J0Wo/s400/27hock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114480006354794050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But alas neither state or Indian &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;government nor media encouraged them for there historic victory. CHAK DE INDIA movie had shown reality but at least it is a duty of our government to promote this game… what our state governments are doing... They are giving 5-10 lacs to per player of cricket team (who are already flooded by other organization, publicity and sponsors). SHAME ON GOVERNMENTS on this policy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RvpJW9WddlI/AAAAAAAAADg/t6aOp2LamuU/s1600-h/team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RvpJW9WddlI/AAAAAAAAADg/t6aOp2LamuU/s400/team.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114480985607337554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wish some one read it and take action for our national players (not of cricket but of hockey and other sports).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="border-style: none none dotted; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 3pt; padding: 0in 0in 1pt;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;Jai hind&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even on searching about Indian hockey team , google has started to show maximum results on movie&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="border-style: none none dotted; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 3pt; padding: 0in 0in 1pt;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;What a great development of national game &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-5987148938662773371?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5987148938662773371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=5987148938662773371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/5987148938662773371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/5987148938662773371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/09/chak-dia-india-ne.html' title='CHAK DIA INDIA NE'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RvpId9WddkI/AAAAAAAAADY/TY2fMC6J0Wo/s72-c/27hock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-4322947247112787812</id><published>2007-08-23T09:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:58:36.814+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just another holiday.. :( or :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yesterday I just realized that we people have paid money for holidays. No I mean we are now getting holidays in bulk. Sometime 4 days a week, sometime it is 5 days week :O . We are as helpless as our teachers. They are unable to provide teachers; we are unable to provide strength of student to them.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;This is a beauty of final year of any college, you don’t have to worry about classes but you have to about gaps between classes. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now see the scenario, we people have holiday on Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday (these are official one from college). I know many of you have started scratching your heads, and even some of you might have planned to kill me because if this bakar. But I am helpless, because I saw extremity of these holiday thing… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was too much bore that I went to near by hill (famously known as Jain temple). Did photography, enjoy the silence of nature for more than 3 hours and finally when mosquitoes started to enjoy drinking my blood. I came back from there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even on regular days, there is no guarantee for classes, as we people have mastered to bunk ( :O ) &lt;b style=""&gt;don’t be shocked, bunk is an integral part of class life. Hehe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is not only happening with our college student but also with so many others, one of my friend is in journalism, she is also in a mood of complaining such thing of holiday. My sister who is also in a journalism final year also enjoys 90% of time at home. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After being bored from such things, I have decided to bore you people with my utter bakwas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Notice : if you people are religious and have no panga with lord, then please start praying for me . as our university may show result today. Thank you &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;in&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt; advance.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;these are few images which i t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ried to capture using my 1.3 MP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; camera( i have motorola V3i)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/Rs0CAJN1CEI/AAAAAAAAACw/wFJ-SXP_GlU/s1600-h/22-08-07_1856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/Rs0CAJN1CEI/AAAAAAAAACw/wFJ-SXP_GlU/s400/22-08-07_1856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101736154377816130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&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;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   god is trying to fill colors , but we the people on this earth are trying to make thing black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/Rs0CdZN1CFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RjsRgxva1-8/s1600-h/22-08-07_1901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/Rs0CdZN1CFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RjsRgxva1-8/s400/22-08-07_1901.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101736656888989778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and its me to show some "tashan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/Rs0Ct5N1CGI/AAAAAAAAADA/JbYWCd9WM3s/s1600-h/22-08-07_1808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/Rs0Ct5N1CGI/AAAAAAAAADA/JbYWCd9WM3s/s400/22-08-07_1808.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101736940356831330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gods ji is searching something using his torch.. dekho kaise light mar rahe hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/Rs0DLZN1CHI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZtRLDuX3Ohs/s1600-h/22-08-07_1728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/Rs0DLZN1CHI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZtRLDuX3Ohs/s400/22-08-07_1728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101737447162972274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i wish i could fly like this bird in open sky, with no tension, no griefs in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/Rs0DqZN1CII/AAAAAAAAADQ/Swuns87fia8/s1600-h/22-08-07_1733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/Rs0DqZN1CII/AAAAAAAAADQ/Swuns87fia8/s400/22-08-07_1733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101737979738916994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finally its me once again with by buddy ritesh in fultoo masti mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-4322947247112787812?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4322947247112787812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=4322947247112787812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/4322947247112787812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/4322947247112787812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-another-holiday-or.html' title='Just another holiday.. :( or :)'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/Rs0CAJN1CEI/AAAAAAAAACw/wFJ-SXP_GlU/s72-c/22-08-07_1856.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-8662898162331874929</id><published>2007-08-02T08:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:58:37.164+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hey Ram</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RrFOBK5x_4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/_gzzwFTaLxQ/s1600-h/heyram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093938435546283906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RrFOBK5x_4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/_gzzwFTaLxQ/s320/heyram.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;It is very difficult to make a period film, especially when it has to show some hindu-muslim riots. It is even more difficult in India to make a movie against of M.K.Gandhi . But for our Kamal Hasan nothing is difficult. He is true face of Indian cinema, and has produced so many classics. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Was this movie really against of Gandhi… yes it was!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sir Kamal Hasan never claimed that it is not but he never claimed that it is against of him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Movie started with one 89 year old grand pa who is some where in life and death, and on his way to hospital. But because of some riots between hindu-muslim, his ambulance had to stop in between its way. Another master piece of Kamal sir, he used 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; December in his movie with a motive. It is the thing which only few film makers could show. Then there started a real movie in flashback. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A story of south Indian Brahmin who was in archeologist department of India and working on Mohan jo daro site. He had his best friend one Muslim guy (played naturally good by Sharukh Khan) who was his colleague. Now because of hindu-muslim riots and partition problem, Saket ram (Kamal Hasan) moved back to Bengal to meet his wife (played by Rani Mukharjee)…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Muslims mobs killed his wife after raping her and it turned saket ram into a fanatic hindu, who started killing Muslims with his pistol. He met to one Hindu leader (Atul Kukarni) according to whom Gandhi was the main problem of every problem of India at that time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And here parents of Saket Ram forced him to marry once again to one south Indian girl (played by Vasundhra Das). Now Hindu leader called him up to Maharashtra for planning to kill Gandhi, they even practiced with guns. But in one accident Hindu leader lost his life and now the killing of Gandhi was in the hand of Saket Ram only. He moved to Delhi leaving his wife with her parents. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In Delhi another Hindu group guided by Nathuram Godse was planning the same for Gandhi. But in between of Saket trials he met to his old Muslim buddy who saved his life from muslim mobs. This muslim guy was the follower of Gandhi now and tried to convince Saket about the brotherhood of hindu-muslim once again. In the riots Sharukh lost his life and Saket once again started thinking in brotherhood. He went to Gandhi with his father-in-law to meet him on D-day. That conversation with Gandhi forced him to think about his sins and he decided to give his weapon to Gandhi and to tell him about his previous planning of assassination… but Nathuram came and killed Gandhi… and in the present of movie Saket ram lost his life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This movie was too much controversial right from its beginning to its end. Whether it’s kissing scenes in movies or debate on “Hey Ram” words (final words spoken by Gandhi). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But Kamal Hasan chooses best and did what a best director could do. Unlike any other movie based on life of Gandhi this movie showed him as villain in starting and ends up with making him hero once again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Few scenes were masterpiece in movie. For example a scene of blind little muslim girl searching of her parents in night, Sharukh’s dialogue in the end, Saket Ram searching for muslims.. these all were well directed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally my long time dream of watching this movie ended on yesterday after long 7 years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I know it is very difficult to write about 7 year old movie because everyone has his/her mind setup for such movies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hey ram&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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/35340914-8662898162331874929?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8662898162331874929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=8662898162331874929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/8662898162331874929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/8662898162331874929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-ram.html' title='Hey Ram'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RrFOBK5x_4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/_gzzwFTaLxQ/s72-c/heyram.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-317562936185265533</id><published>2007-08-02T07:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-02T07:56:54.067+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notice'/><title type='text'>now only on one...</title><content type='html'>because of some reasons i have deleted my another two blogs. and will continue to write on this single blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-317562936185265533?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/317562936185265533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=317562936185265533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/317562936185265533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/317562936185265533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/08/now-only-on-one.html' title='now only on one...'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-743413213306132995</id><published>2007-08-02T07:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:58:37.503+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my fav lyrics'/><title type='text'>Here without you</title><content type='html'>One of the romantic song i have ever listened.. listen and feel the love in your life :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here without You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RqxHo65x_3I/AAAAAAAAABw/nroFZqzBoFc/s1600-h/3117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RqxHo65x_3I/AAAAAAAAABw/nroFZqzBoFc/s320/3117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092524046981136242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred days had made me older&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time that I saw your pretty face&lt;br /&gt;A thousand lights had made me colder&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t think I can look at this the same&lt;br /&gt;But all the miles had separate&lt;br /&gt;They disappeared now when I’m dreaming of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;but your still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;and I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;but your still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight it’s only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miles just keep rolling&lt;br /&gt;as the people either way to say hello&lt;br /&gt;I hear this life is overrated&lt;br /&gt;but I hope it gets better as we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;but your still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;and I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;but your still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight girl it’s only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I know, and anywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;It gets hard but it won’t take away my love&lt;br /&gt;And when the last one falls, when it’s all said and done&lt;br /&gt;it get hard but it won’t take away my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;but your still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;and I dream about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I’m here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;but your still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight girl it’s only you and me (repeat)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-743413213306132995?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/743413213306132995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=743413213306132995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/743413213306132995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/743413213306132995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/08/here-without-you.html' title='Here without you'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RqxHo65x_3I/AAAAAAAAABw/nroFZqzBoFc/s72-c/3117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-3395468733699078409</id><published>2007-08-02T07:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-02T07:53:57.091+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Welcome Back Dr. Haneef</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He was rocking all the news channel , he was in every paper of India, for most of people he was victim of Australian government, for some he was innocent, for some he was really criminal. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here I am not targeting him because this unlucky fellow has seen too much trouble in recent time. I don’t whether he was guilty or not, whether he done any crime or not. And I am least concern about it. Really!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But one thing which shocked me, it was behavior of Indian government and Indian media. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Indian media tried its level best to show mercy for him, Indian media actually did lots of homework to prove itself. Media became mad and tried to show each and everything related to him. He became national hero. I don’t think it was necessary to create any kind of hype. But we did it. We tried to write as much possible for him. They even showed what they shouldn’t show on TV. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Indian government too acts very comic in this incident. Our respected prime minister didn’t sleep because of this news after, all this guy was much more important than any other government work… unfortunately he was same PM who reacted very late at the time of Mumbai bomb blast and other same incident. He was the same PM who even tried to keep his lips sealed on reservation issue and other main issue which were really destroying our society. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But who cares… everything is allowed if it is somewhere in our constitution.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-3395468733699078409?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3395468733699078409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=3395468733699078409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/3395468733699078409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/3395468733699078409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/08/welcome-back-dr-haneef.html' title='Welcome Back Dr. Haneef'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-7855525354955752330</id><published>2007-07-21T10:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:58:39.929+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations to YOU all</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&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;Yes congratulations to you all, who are not planning to watch, or who hadn’t seen “partner” movie yet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Slowly-2 I am loosing my interest from bollywood movies, for a movie crazy people like me past 2 months were just like days spent in hell. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Each and every movie was up to the mark of bogusness. Each movie was filling with tons of craps, stupid PJS, unwanted unmusical songs, unwanted fight scenes, heroines crying for ‘please give more cloths’ and many more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It started with movie “Chain khuli main khuli”, I went to watch it because I was die hard fan of Rahul Boss... never mind movie was worst… I promised my self to not to go for movies for next coming days...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RqGUcq5x_yI/AAAAAAAAABM/377GsKQj7rQ/s1600-h/chain_kuli_062507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RqGUcq5x_yI/AAAAAAAAABM/377GsKQj7rQ/s320/chain_kuli_062507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089512274179260194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;But my misfortune was chasing me with double pace, and one day one of friend and I decided to watch “aapka suroor”… :O and to make condition pathetic , we watched first day first show(proof you can see in my orkut profile’s album). Movie had everything, right from stupid dialogue to HR… and I am still crying for it because everyone who knows me is abusing for watching this movie.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RqGUQq5x_xI/AAAAAAAAABE/niANWq1STL0/s1600-h/himesh_reshammiya_thumb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RqGUQq5x_xI/AAAAAAAAABE/niANWq1STL0/s320/himesh_reshammiya_thumb3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089512068020829970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;To change my mood I went for “awarapan”, which was little bit better because of its song and brilliant performances… but this movie was too crying for better story line, specially its end.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RqGUvq5x_0I/AAAAAAAAABc/iGYBinp3RmE/s1600-h/awarapan-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RqGUvq5x_0I/AAAAAAAAABc/iGYBinp3RmE/s320/awarapan-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089512600596774722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Well after that to make me cry I watched “apne” movie, it was better because of its story line and brilliant performance by Dharmendra(official blood sucker of dogs)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Deol, Sunny(a man with 2.5 kg of hands)Deol and Bobby(I have one expression on my face)Deol.. ok ok Bobby didn’t act well… but I wrote his name because he was in movie too. Kiron Kher gave power boosted performance. It was nice movie but sorry I hate rone-dhone wali movies.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RqGUk65x_zI/AAAAAAAAABU/nb5TOe8Otaw/s1600-h/Apne1P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RqGUk65x_zI/AAAAAAAAABU/nb5TOe8Otaw/s320/Apne1P.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089512415913180978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Now come to the movie of the day :( … I watched “partner”. Please god forgive me for all of my sins, I don’t know why did I go there to watch Salman(shirt is too costly to wear)khan and Govinda(official tond-wala actor in bollywood) akka ChiChi. Movie had nothing to watch… nothing means nothing and its dictionary meaning is nil, zero and gurrrrrr watch it in your dictionary…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was the worst movie from David Dhawan camp. One was expecting something good from him but alas it was foolish attempt by him. Even extras were doing much better acting than main lead actors. Govinda did better acting than his previous few films and was looking natural but please Salman ji act something instead of showing your muscles with cuts…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RqGU665x_1I/AAAAAAAAABk/N8N8yBO3Vc8/s1600-h/par13d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RqGU665x_1I/AAAAAAAAABk/N8N8yBO3Vc8/s320/par13d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089512793870303058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Katrina was looking awesome but she was in movie just for smile, she did only smile in the movie nothing else… looking gorgeous as usual nothing new in that. For the first time Lara Datta act well with confidence&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and she was also looking good… other actors performed much better than main actors, like Rajpal Yadav and Puneet Issar… both were natural and give cherish moment in movie. The pace of movie was too sluggish. Over all it was terrible experience. And after this I promised &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;myself to not to watch any new movie in theatre and specially first day shows… hehehe but I m looking forward for CASH, CHAK DE INDIA.. lolzzz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-7855525354955752330?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7855525354955752330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=7855525354955752330' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/7855525354955752330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/7855525354955752330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/07/congratulations-to-you-all.html' title='Congratulations to YOU all'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RqGUcq5x_yI/AAAAAAAAABM/377GsKQj7rQ/s72-c/chain_kuli_062507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-6062829401062213593</id><published>2007-07-19T09:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:58:40.252+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ASHISH DIXIT PIRACY WALE…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/Rp7nB2nLH6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/_w3e6tQIv9w/s1600-h/Piratical_Logo_Animation.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/Rp7nB2nLH6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/_w3e6tQIv9w/s320/Piratical_Logo_Animation.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088758648000946082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s become a habit now to search madly about the useless things, unwatchable movies, unwanted songs, unreadable eBooks and many more things which I really don’t require. I am now in habit to download … just download no matter what but download…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometime it is because of pressure from friends, some time from, inner instincts , some time it is just for time pass.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since past 1 month I have been in a habit of doing foolish things in a row, may be because I am jobless (jobless in the sense, out teachers are very sincere and they are not giving classes), so the only source of entertainment left is internet… (Keep orkut out for few min, I will come to it after few lines)… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Result: - 1) I have downloaded about 100s of eBooks, which I think I am never going to read. :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2) Some English movies.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3) With sincere respect to mother tongue: - few Hindi movies&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4) Don’t know about exact figure but I have downloaded at least 1000s of MP3 songs in this duration.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/Rp7nHGnLH7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/E1SN3y2fOpw/s1600-h/microsoft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/Rp7nHGnLH7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/E1SN3y2fOpw/s320/microsoft.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088758738195259314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5) Some costly software which are available in market with a good price tag.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;6) few games…hehehe… ( I have very little interest for games)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life is full up of boring with out college. This is the time when I realized the power of college and our gang. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because of this pirated dhandha , I have downloaded few things really funny.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like I was downloading spiderman 3 but finally when I started watching it , it was some US lectures on war… holy shit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then when I decided to watch “die hard 4” , I downloaded it from torrents … but alas It was too something else :( &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally I downloaded MSOffice 2007, adobe professional, corel and blah blah blah… so many software for which US govt can request to Indian govt to hand over me to US for piracy charges…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is one more thing which is stealing peace of my mind… ORKUT or say chirkut. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is a jobless world today. Completely jobless people are even interested for XYZ other person’s profile because they might have seen a profile of any beautiful chick in that profile. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To show the height of frustration people are even ready to waste time in just watching albums ( I too belongs to this category :D ) of other people… it is completely a ground of mad and jobless people… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;By the way you people can reach to my searching my id on orkut which is :&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ashish21185@gmail.com"&gt;ashish21185@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Keep chirkutting I mean orkutting &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-6062829401062213593?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6062829401062213593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=6062829401062213593' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/6062829401062213593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/6062829401062213593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/07/ashish-dixit-piracy-wale.html' title='ASHISH DIXIT PIRACY WALE…'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/Rp7nB2nLH6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/_w3e6tQIv9w/s72-c/Piratical_Logo_Animation.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-6405952414506569218</id><published>2007-06-14T13:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-14T13:32:20.164+05:30</updated><title type='text'>boring snoring afternoons</title><content type='html'>exams days are best for us engineers (ok, for engineering students)... atleast we have something to do.. something.. which i am not getting after my MAHABHARTA kind of exams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like any indian leaders i have two words for these afternoons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its boring yaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even i am not getting time for updating this blog :P ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, may be after 21st i will fill all the pages with my craps, till then bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-6405952414506569218?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6405952414506569218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=6405952414506569218' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/6405952414506569218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/6405952414506569218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/06/boring-snoring-afternoons.html' title='boring snoring afternoons'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-7314478011669705019</id><published>2007-05-17T09:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:58:40.536+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams k yeh din...'/><title type='text'>♥Late night shows♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time : &lt;st1:time minute="12" hour="23"&gt;11:12pm&lt;/st1:time&gt; IST&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am talking to one of my friend on phone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: “yaar yeh to badi patli kitaab hai , jaldi hi nibat jayegi, don’t worry about it.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He:” ha yaar hai to patli book.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He (after a little break): “ waise tune aaj din bhar mai kitna kiya”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me:” kya kiya?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He( used some his special words, which I can’t write here) : “abe exam time mai ek student aur kya karta hai”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : “ arey vo to sahi hai, per yaar itne kaam aa gaye the ki padhai ho nahi payi”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He: “ha sale tujhe Microsoft ka malik bana dia hai na jo busy ho &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; tha”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: “ nahi bhai actually mai sach mai busy tha, fir sona aur waki chije bhi to j&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;aruri hai”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He : “ pata hai campus mai har kisi ki yahi halat hai, kisi ne 1 chapter to kisi ne adha hi padha hai “&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: “ aur tu mujh per chila raha hai #$%#”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He:” kher abhi kitne baje tak padhega “ (and he started laughing after it, actually I can’t control myself after seeing 12 in clock, I need a bed to sleep after &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="0"&gt;12am&lt;/st1:time&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: “ beta jyada mat has, mai bhi jag sakta hu”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He : “ chal dekhte hai aaj tak jo nahi hua ab kaise hoga”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And he disconnected phone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time: &lt;st1:time minute="22" hour="23"&gt;11:22pm&lt;/st1:time&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;I opened my book, and start changing pages.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I arranged my notebooks, my pens, my pencil, and everything which is mandatory for study.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time : &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="23"&gt;11:30pm&lt;/st1:time&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;I started reading book, right from first page first line (stop laughing, this is general habit of every engineer to read from beginning, in fact some of my friends read contents, acknowledge and everything which is not in syllabus, and as soon they come to first imp line of book.. they start doing something else because according to them they studied for more than an hour :D )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Time : &lt;st1:time minute="45" hour="23"&gt;11:45pm&lt;/st1:time&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;I am still studying .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time : &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="0"&gt;12:00 am&lt;/st1:time&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;Suddenly someone s&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;witch off my active cells. I started feeling like “thuka hua villain “ of hindi movies.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RkvTGtB_1sI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cdJNeK58F8g/s1600-h/Sleeping+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RkvTGtB_1sI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cdJNeK58F8g/s320/Sleeping+baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065374318028904130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RkvSm9B_1rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-yHAcyAsrqU/s1600-h/Sleeping+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time :&lt;st1:time minute="5" hour="0"&gt;12:05am&lt;/st1:time&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;I started listening songs on my phone to remain active.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time &lt;st1:time minute="10" hour="0"&gt;12:10am&lt;/st1:time&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;me to me “ huh this song is kind of boring yar” (I was listening “so jau mai , tum agar meri bahaon mai aao “ from movie “who lamhe”).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time : &lt;st1:time minute="15" hour="0"&gt;12:15 am&lt;/st1:time&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 to do, yar I want to study tonight…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“ I can take little break to remain fresh and then after few minutes I will again start my padhai”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;time : &lt;st1:time minute="25" hour="0"&gt;12:25 am&lt;/st1:time&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;“ok now study some thing”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Morning &lt;st1:time minute="45" hour="6"&gt;6:45 am&lt;/st1:time&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;There were 3 miss calls from my same friend, and the time of last miss call was &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="0"&gt;12: 30am&lt;/st1:time&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PS: this baby is not mine( abhi kunwara hu yaaro), and i just googled sleeping baby and get this pic.&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;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&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;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&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;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&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;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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/35340914-7314478011669705019?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7314478011669705019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=7314478011669705019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/7314478011669705019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/7314478011669705019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/05/late-night-shows.html' title='♥Late night shows♥'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/RkvTGtB_1sI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cdJNeK58F8g/s72-c/Sleeping+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-8766198793298932753</id><published>2007-05-12T10:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-12T10:59:06.372+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents another name of god'/><title type='text'>maa papa another name of god</title><content type='html'>It was 3 am, and a lady in her late 30’s was shouting on a boy who was sleeping at that time.&lt;br /&gt;“uth ja bete , padhai nahi karni hai kya, chal jaldi uth exams aa gaye hai “….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly a boy woke up and starts reading…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy went to toilet and fell down in toilet and got injured by toilet seat, this accident cut downed veins of his right ankle… it was too paining but to take care of him there was one angle with him… same angel who was shouting on him few minutes back.&lt;br /&gt;“kya hua, kaise lag gayi… chal abhi dr. ke pass chalet hai “&lt;br /&gt;“mai chal nahi paunga, bahut khun nikal raha hai “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately lady woke her husband and told about the situation. Man who was in his late 30’s , who came just 2-3 hours before from office and was trying to take rest from his daily life immediately started his car and drove to the home of nearest doctor. And bring him to home…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then doctor suggested an operation to connect veins. It was too panic situation for lady as well for man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately they took him to the hospital and admitted him there... After an operation guy got a plaster on his right leg, and he was unable to walk, unable to sit... but angel from god was with him… she was always ready to take away his shit. She was always there to give water and to feed him on a bed. Also man was taking care of his every activity, right from his school work to every other need.&lt;br /&gt;Days were passing like as usual and guy was recovering from this accident very well because of two angels of god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not the first time when those angels were taking care of him. Lady had spent so many nights on wet bed because of this little guy, who used to flood his bed in his early ages.&lt;br /&gt;Man was always ready to pay anything for guy’s happiness. He was working really hard for this guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened in past, nothing has changed in present. They are same as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you mummy papa, who has taught me everything in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some lines from one poster&lt;br /&gt;“maa baap ko kabhi bhulna nahi ,&lt;br /&gt;jag kar khud gile mai tumhe sona sikhaya…&lt;br /&gt;aise devta ko chodna nahi “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hare Krishna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above scene happened to me on 13th September 2001. time was 3 am, and I was in my 12th class preparing for 1st internal school exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th may 2007 was their 24th marriage anniversary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-8766198793298932753?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8766198793298932753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=8766198793298932753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/8766198793298932753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/8766198793298932753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-you-maa-aur-papa-it-was-3-am-and.html' title='maa papa another name of god'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-3010424215106589007</id><published>2007-05-06T10:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:58:40.815+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams k yeh din...'/><title type='text'>art of being absent minded</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/Rj1cOrMNnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qnadCKCwLws/s1600-h/confused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/Rj1cOrMNnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qnadCKCwLws/s320/confused.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061302963416178226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“uff , where is it?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Where did I keep that book?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Where the hell is my MBS book?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmm it might be on my computer table... After scanning 5-6 books, I got nothing from table, but the lovely part was I got back my NERO software’s CD (which I was searching since last 2 months…)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Book might be on another book rack and I started doing Herculian task to search a little book under big- big books..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hey Gaba, you were asking about EDC-2 book, it is here in my rack…:D.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And after getting few unhygienic, abusing and illegal words from him, I started my stupid activity once again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But where is it ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh thank god, I’ve got my mobile purchasing bill from my study table but where the hell is my book?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some one stole it :O …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But who is interesting to steal a book which is good for nothing…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then where is the book???&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I must watch it in Gabi’s room too…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hey Gaba your old notes , which you were looking around since past few days” and then I listened another round of some desi bhasa words which are known as galiya …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmm I forget to see it under my bed, but not it is not here… it is even not here … &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;:O thanks god ji, I’ve got my pen back in such a kangali condition…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But why am I not getting my book :(&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/Rj1cOrMNnkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bnV1VRTt-HI/s1600-h/Smiley+confused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/Rj1cOrMNnkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bnV1VRTt-HI/s320/Smiley+confused.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061302963416178242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Let read this whole thing from some another book and then I sat peacefully on my bed and started turning pages of another book.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I picked up my pillow to make me comfortable and suddenly a glimpse of small book shocked me which was below my pillow… :O yes it is here … muaaaahhhh…. I have got it … I’ve got it ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-3010424215106589007?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3010424215106589007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=3010424215106589007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/3010424215106589007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/3010424215106589007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/05/art-of-being-absent-minded.html' title='art of being absent minded'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28eFubaVY-I/Rj1cOrMNnjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qnadCKCwLws/s72-c/confused.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-2147270192688692172</id><published>2007-05-02T21:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:10:43.436+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life a stage created by god to act'/><title type='text'>life is boot-e-fool</title><content type='html'>Life is beautiful…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life for me is just like a stage created by godji to see the acting of people on earth...( i added this line after writing whole stuff, so stop scratching ur head after reading next coming lines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really? I asked it to me in the morning, when I saw that operating system of mobile had got crashed, and then my only relative who is living in Pune is leaving for USA... to make my condition hell my internet connection is not working properly. And to increase my problem ON/OFF switch of my chimpoo (my personal computer, I love to give name to each and every entity) is not working properly…&lt;br /&gt;But still I have so many reasons to smile, to laugh. Being an optimistic person I can’t see my face sad for long time, even I can’t remain in that position for a long time. Often my buddies complained to me that you never take life seriously… you never do things in proper way. I think they have not understood my lifestyle yet.&lt;br /&gt;It is very difficult to understand me. In fact no one can do this task in his life time… my life is full up of so many swings, may be I have opted the different way of living to other but I am the one who hate to complain each and everything to bhagwan ji.&lt;br /&gt;Let (s)he does his/her work properly. Why to make hell in it…&lt;br /&gt;Life is another name of drama for me; enjoy it as an artist to make full out of it. Else you may face problem in each and every thing happening in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an exam time in our campus when maximum of students are burning their oil lamps either to make chits or to read things (these two are the perfect to pass... remember do or die kind of thing). Well I believe in both because maximum time I am out of words while reading… this is a strange irony that I can read faster even fastest in my whole friend circle but I am unable to complete my whole syllabus in given time period.&lt;br /&gt;And some things are too strange for my life like my reading speed; I am very fast in typing the things on keyboard... Just give me good condition keyboard and then see magic of my fingers. May be one day I will break record of adnan sami (you dirty minds, not in weight but on keyboard… he is the fastest keyboard player… I know we use different keyboards but record is record).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hare Krishna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-2147270192688692172?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2147270192688692172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=2147270192688692172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/2147270192688692172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/2147270192688692172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-is-boot-e-fool.html' title='life is boot-e-fool'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-7889173404208470666</id><published>2007-04-26T22:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:17:54.108+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs loved by me'/><title type='text'>have you really loved a woman :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recently I am induced to listen this song by one of my good friend…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And thanks god this is really a nice song, too romantic to digest in one time … that’s y I ordered tons of hajmolas , because I can’t left listening this song…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suspense over , and the song is “ have you really loved a woman” nicely sung by Brayan Adams.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Read lyrics here ( see I am becoming lyrics postman to you :D)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To really love a woman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To understand her - you gotta know her deep inside&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hear every thought - see every dream&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;N' give her wings - when she wants to fly&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ya know ya really love a woman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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;When you love a woman you tell her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;that she's really wanted&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cuz she needs somebody to tell her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;that it's gonna last forever&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So tell me have you ever really&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- really really ever loved a woman?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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;To really love a woman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let her hold you -&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;til ya know how she needs to be touched&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You've gotta breathe her - really taste her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Til you can feel her in your blood&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;N' when you can see your unborn children in her eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ya know ya really love a woman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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;When you love a woman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;you tell her that she's really wanted&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cuz she needs somebody to tell her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;that you'll always be together&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So tell me have you ever really -&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;really really ever loved a woman?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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;You got to give her some faith - hold her tight&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A little tenderness - gotta treat her right&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She will be there for you, takin' good care of you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ya really gotta love your woman...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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;Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ya know ya really love a woman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you love a woman you tell her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;that she's really wanted&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cuz she needs somebody to tell her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;that it's gonna last forever&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So tell me have you ever really&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- really really ever loved a woman?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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;Just tell me have you ever really,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;really, really, ever loved a woman?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just tell me have you ever really,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;really, really, ever loved a woman?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-7889173404208470666?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7889173404208470666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=7889173404208470666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/7889173404208470666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/7889173404208470666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/04/have-you-really-loved-woman-d.html' title='have you really loved a woman :D'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-3713739651895175840</id><published>2007-04-26T22:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:12:51.632+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love ??? is it really exist between pairs...'/><title type='text'>thanks god i am outta this disease...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanks god I am not in love..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If fighting over phone and emotional blackmails is love then thanks god I am not in love…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If fooling around and ignoring buddies is love, thanks god I am out of this hell…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If ignoring me on myself is love then hey lord please keep out of this…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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/35340914-3713739651895175840?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3713739651895175840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=3713739651895175840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/3713739651895175840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/3713739651895175840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/04/thanks-god-i-am-outta-this-disease.html' title='thanks god i am outta this disease...'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-6306692395213109294</id><published>2007-04-26T22:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:09:06.948+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXAMS'/><title type='text'>flooded somewhere in my papers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I left blogging in my last exams. Actually last exam gave too much “WELLAPAN” to me that I didn’t get time to blog in this semester… I mean I was not writing …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well nothing to hide nothing to show is my condition today… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once again exams are knocking my door, in which some are “my previous semester KE PAAP”. And few are brand new to cram. Engineering is too much fun, I have noticed this thing in my classroom, in my exams, in my practical, in short every where. That’s why my senior named it “holiday of 4 years”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like last semester, I am once again in trouble with books, and as usual I have to cram much more than whatever I can cram. Life is lost somewhere between pages and pens and don’t know where … but I am enjoying this phase of my life. In short if you want to see life in its full joy, come to any engineering college and have fun till last semester. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will be back after some time … of course to write something crap over here … &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Crap is the only thing which I can write properly…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hare Krishna&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ashish Dixit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-6306692395213109294?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6306692395213109294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=6306692395213109294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/6306692395213109294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/6306692395213109294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2007/04/flooded-somewhere-in-my-papers.html' title='flooded somewhere in my papers'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-8868880952501384323</id><published>2006-11-26T08:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-26T08:21:23.817+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oho kab khatam honge exams'/><title type='text'>Hye exam ke yeh din….</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all , please don’t mind anything wrongly described or any use of wrong word in this blog, because you know my mental state is not in proper condition because of “our param pujya exams”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well craps apart, I have my regular exams from tomorrow. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;1st one is of “Data Communication” and some how I managed to cover its syllabus, and guys trust me it is very easy subject but wait confusing also.  There are so many graphs and so many block diagrams to remember.  I need photographic memory at this instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well preparation wise I am very alert this time, I have very few weak points in maximum of subject (huh to be very true, electronic (subject of semester-3 is still kicking my ass), is the only one who is disturbing mentally, else there is no fear for any).&lt;br /&gt;But this examination time is a good teacher; I have learned so many things from these exams, not to mention about my cheating experience in practical exams. Go and read it in my previous blog.&lt;br /&gt;Also I have seen in the college that if few hands are raising your confidence by few dynamic dialogues then there are also millions of hands to bring you down once again.&lt;br /&gt;It happened with me yesterday in the college, when I prepared enough for the tough (actually tough is insulting word because that was the damn easy topic). But once again from some where I don’t know from where they came, few of my friends came and yelled “ arey tune yeh padh lia , yeh to tough tha , abhi to XYZ topper neb hi nahi padha hai , and lots of blah blah blah”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was truly surprised at that moment, because that wasn’t tough at all, but the lengthy one, I must admit this.&lt;br /&gt;And then there were few of my friends who were trying to raise my confidence by showing the pattern and scoring points in the subject. How can I say that they all are angle, actually all are angle because some how they are teaching positive as well negative aspects of life.&lt;br /&gt;Some one has well said “life is big school”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waise lots of things are happening in our campus, yesterday two professors from “university of Venice” came to our university to sign any kind of deal with our college, I don’t know what. But this I think is a good step. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waise aajkal mai sirf 2 hi gaane sun raha :) , in English “unbreak my heart” by toni Braxton. This song is my&lt;br /&gt;In hindi “ zindagi ke safar mein” , I love its lyrics , how true is every line just see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;zindagi ke safar mein,guzar jate hain jo makam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;woh phir nahin aate, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;woh phir nahin aate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;zindagi ke safar mein,guzar jate hain jo makam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;woh phir nahin aate, woh phir nahin aate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;phool khilte hain, log milte hain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;phool khilte hain, log milte hain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;magar patjhad main jo phool murjha jate hain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;woh baharon ke aane se khilte nahin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kuchh log ek roz jo bichad jate hain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;woj hazaron ke aane se milte nahin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;umr bhar chahe koi pukara kare unka naam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;woh phir nahin aate, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;woh phir nahin aate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;aap roka hai kya bharosa hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;aap roka hai kya bharosa hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;suno doston shak dosti ka dushman hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;apne dil me ise ghar babane na do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;agar tadapna pade yaad me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;zindagi rok lo roothkar unko jaane na do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;baad me pyaar ke chahe bhejo hazaroon salaam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;woh phir nahi aate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;woh phir nahi aate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;subaah aate hai raat jaate hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;subaah aate hai raat jaate hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yuhi waqt chalta hi rehta hai rukta nahi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ek pal me ye aage nikal jaata hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;aadmi theek se dekh paata nahin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;aur parde pe manzar badal jaata hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ek baar chale jaate hai jo din raat subaah shaam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;woh phir nahi aate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;woh phir nahi aate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;zindagi ke safar mein,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;guzar jate hain jo makam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;woh phir nahin aate, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;woh phir nahin aate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every line of this song is true image of our real life …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voh fir nahi aate ….&lt;br /&gt;Voh fir nahi aate …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bbye&lt;br /&gt; Will come back after my exams…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hare Krishna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-8868880952501384323?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8868880952501384323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=8868880952501384323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/8868880952501384323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/8868880952501384323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2006/11/hye-exam-ke-yeh-din.html' title='Hye exam ke yeh din….'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-5380259171416741758</id><published>2006-11-16T19:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-16T19:27:22.011+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams are hell'/><title type='text'>Munna Bhai (B.E.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/626/4314/1600/Don"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are very clever and well in our country and the director of munnabhai series is also in that list, I know he will forgive me to use his name in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well why munnabhai???&lt;br /&gt;Hmm&lt;br /&gt;Actually it’s a good question for everyone who knows me here in campus or outside the campus…&lt;br /&gt;To all you “gyan ke bhikari” log, I cheated in very unique way in past few practical. (I hope my the people from IT companies are not reading this, else they will kick me out on very first day of my career). Ha to hum kaha the, ha to mitrgano, I cheated in very unique way in past practical exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/626/4314/320/GOOFY05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very very busy from 30th of October in my exams, gave 7 exams (3 orals and 4 practical exams), now 1st one was data structure and files, I some how cleared with my hinglish in front of external teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Then on my 2nd oral of operating system, my HOD took my oral, and as usual I was unable to answer that PHD guy. He asked very basic questions from UNIX operating system, which was as alien for me as idli sambhar for Osama Bin laden. But I some how answered 2-3 questions and left decision on his hand to pass me or flunk me. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/626/4314/320/Don%27t%20Worry%20Be%20Stupid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 3rd practical was of COBOL, and I was well prepared for it (but only for mini projects, as I thought they people will never ever give any basic program to me) , now see my luck, I got program on factorial and Fibonacci series.( hmm its easy one , you programmers) but I once again I was unable to make those easy programs. So I SMSed my friend ashish Pateria for the solution and he, a person with lots of gold in his heart ( plz don’t kill him for gold) messaged me immediately with solution, and I cleared this exam.&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to write anything about 4th practical, people are self intelligent , they can conclude it by your own( ok hint is , I flunked in this :( )&lt;br /&gt;Now the 5th one, hmm, for the first time in my 5th semester I prepared very hard for any subject but in last during the time of oral, I forgot almost each and every basic thing. I don’t how it happened, but the result was very horrible. And it look a complete disaster when your external remarked like this “ kyu dixit ji , padh kar nahi aaye the kya “ and my sweet sa answer to him was “ sir , jitna padha tha utna reply kar dia” then he asked my roll no. and entered some figures on his list which is going to play a vital role in my mark sheet.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/626/4314/1600/Don"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/626/4314/320/Don%27t%20Know%20Don%27t%20Care.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t forget the experience of this practical in my entire life, this practical turn out to be nightmare for maximum of students of my department; actually our college took “panga” with students and changes the pattern of practical exam. Till last year they were giving mini projects on VB to students in practical exams, and every student was prepared as accordingly, but this time some thing was wrong in our department, and they changed the entire pattern of exam. They gave SQL queries to solve, and we people were like “ kala akshar bhes brabar “ in this . and to make condition hell , my term was on the 3rd day of the practical, now they were doing more and more experiments, and as accordingly to pattern , I was prepared enough for SQL but not for VB’s mini project. And you know some thing is wrong happened in my account of luck, I got VB project in exam. Clap clap clap .&lt;br /&gt;Now the situation is once again disaster for me, once again I used my mobile handset and airtel connection to send one SOS SMS to my friend Shwetabh about the queries, and you people should know, if Pateria has gold in heart, then this guy has tons of Platinum in his heart. Some how I managed to complete my project but in the last some thing wrong happened with the connectivity of project with oracle, and teacher just remarked “project complete, table not entered” let see am I going to flunk or pass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the 7th one, Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;This was really the tough one and completely anonymous for me , I some how managed to do few programs by my own before exams, even you people will start laughing my condition before this exam, I left the hope and emailed all the programs on my email account. You can’t imagine I was watching movies the night before this exam till 4:30 am.&lt;br /&gt;Now as I opened the slip of question in exam centre, I was just about to do “bhangra “in front of everyone, but left this part for my room. Because the program was easy .and I did it with “nanhi muni” si help from my mobile GPRS service. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think you people have got the reason, why am I calling my self MUNNABHAI?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: - if you think watching Himesh Reshmia in his own video is worst part of life , then please time to change your view, no no he hasn’t changed his tyle yet , but some thing more horrible in the line… yes a movie named “Apna Sapna money money”.&lt;br /&gt;A worst movie I have encountered ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-5380259171416741758?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5380259171416741758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=5380259171416741758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/5380259171416741758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/5380259171416741758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2006/11/munna-bhai-be.html' title='Munna Bhai (B.E.)'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-666216898132342979</id><published>2006-11-04T08:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-04T08:57:58.253+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXAMS'/><title type='text'>goodbye till pata nahi..... :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/626/4314/1600/ED191E45B3D6452FB36D2D4EB9D8AE54[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/626/4314/320/ED191E45B3D6452FB36D2D4EB9D8AE54%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; After two horrible orals , i think i should leave the world of internet. i will be back , but after 7-8 dec or pata nahi....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till then friends:  JAI RAM JI KI , mai to chala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND ALL THE BEST TO ALL THE ENGINEERING STUDENTS FOR THEIR EXAMS AND ALL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-666216898132342979?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/666216898132342979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=666216898132342979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/666216898132342979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/666216898132342979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2006/11/goodbye-till-pata-nahi.html' title='goodbye till pata nahi..... :('/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-7136426665609155808</id><published>2006-11-01T19:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-01T19:47:24.745+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Day before important oral exam.</title><content type='html'>Once again I am going to face one important oral on tomorrow, and the situation is very horrible here because of interfere of our respected HOD. Now he is taking oral of students, and as usual students are biting their nails because of tension and all. Even some have loose their hairs because of this tension. Ok last part is happened with me only...&lt;br /&gt;But really condition is very horrible here. Just have a look on my desktop before this important exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/626/4314/320/day%20before%20my%20os%20oral...%20it%20was%20my%20desktop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the OS related notes were on my desktop, with having mummy’s and my pic in the background. The mummy part is to make me force to open all these files. :) . I haven’t opened any internet page today; of course I didn’t have the time to do that. Actually revising 17+ chapters is a big deal. Now one can moot on this blog. Well buddies after spending some romantic (ok unromantic sounds better) with books, I want to express my self, actually I need some one to chat, and I think blogging is the best thing which one human can do. And I am trying the same thing. Kher after spending so much of horrible time in this department, this is making me giggling this time. I mean why all are worrying and giving too much of strain to their pumping machine, there is no need to worry about if you have prepared enough. If not, then it is your fault only, because no one from the college came and point gun on your head to stop studies your moti moti books. Achya ji, after sharing so much of gyan here , I need some thing to put in my brain hmm to be very clear let begin with tummy first means I am hungry. And thanks for all the good luck messages (I know senders are not reading this, and those who are reading this are not sending any).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalo once again its leaving time for me, keep mailing me on my mail id or if you can sms me , it’s a better option to do. Chalo ji take care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-7136426665609155808?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7136426665609155808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=7136426665609155808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/7136426665609155808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/7136426665609155808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-before-important-oral-exam.html' title='Day before important oral exam.'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-4528503691687771931</id><published>2006-10-29T00:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-29T00:27:54.759+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The condition of my life.</title><content type='html'>Somewhere I read that engineers are the best planner, I took that note as any funny thing, but today I realized it. Because I have planned everything for my examinations, which are going to play games with me from 30th oct. People often said that “this guy is never going to change his coolness”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I don’t bother about any negative comment on me, people have tongue and of course a good pair of teeth too, and obviously they need topic to do time pass. To criticize anyone is the best time pass in today’s world. Time is 11:45 pm now, and khuda kasam , I have not started for the oral which is on 30th oct. :( . But you know engineer’s work. I have done enough planning to pass that exam. Hehehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off from book since from my lunch, actually I tried my best to get back on my track of studies, but you know this world, again vohi moh and maya , come on I am not talking about any girls , you filthy minds. Kya karu samajh kachu nahi aa raha hai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly I missed my internet life very much, hua yu ki aaj mai college ki internet lab gaya , aur vaha dekha har kamputar per sirf orkut maharaj hi virajit the, for maximum crowd of my college orkut is the synonyms of internet, they even bother to open any other page. Hihihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And truly after this incident I really missed my life on orkut and its daya kripa. Yup, because of orkut I have got so many nice friends, some are truly nice, and are very close to my gulabi heart. Especially I missed someone, who is my best friend on this stupid world of internet; hey she even named me “stupid”. Now before you jump out of any stupid and idiot conclusion, and tear up your shirt like ganguly dada ( remember natvest trophy’s final match, India won that match ) she is my friend ok, hmmmm, actually best friend, but not the one which your filthy minds are forcing to think. I love to spend my time chatting with her, actually she is also a chatterbox like me, and she is the one with whom I can share my pjs, and stupid si nuances wali sari baatein, actually kuch bhi bole to kuch bhi, and she is always there( hmm have no idea, but I think this ) to listen everything carefully and finally with her kattis and bevkufi bhari baatein she lighten up my day, she is actually my daily dose of laughing , ummm :( I am missing my daily dose yar… :O and see the coincidence my winamp is playing the song “ lambi judai “ … hmmmm. I am not mushy about her but really loves her company, kher bhaiya yeh jo life hai na life isme yeh sab baatein to hoti hi rehti hai … tension nahi lene ka is the simplest thing which one homosepian can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my life will be on smooth roller coaster ride after my exams, and I will enjoy every moment my life( konhu shaq hai ka. :x ). But abhi to ji kya hai na sirf kitabe hi dikh rahi hai romance k liye . And I truly don’t want to see any red spot (back yar) on my result sheet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achya to ab hum chalte hai , fir 8th December ko milenge , tab tak k liye “jai ram ji ki “&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-4528503691687771931?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4528503691687771931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=4528503691687771931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/4528503691687771931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/4528503691687771931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2006/10/condition-of-my-life.html' title='The condition of my life.'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35340914.post-116200333077779026</id><published>2006-10-28T08:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-28T08:07:44.020+05:30</updated><title type='text'>my dayz with examination</title><content type='html'>Today is 28th of 10th month of the year and I have my oral examinations from 30th …&lt;br /&gt;Ok I accept initial one is my sin of past semester. :(. This time I am feeling like “whose ass is on stove with high flame selected and mind is in freeze state because of coolness” like others I don’t know why I am not facing any tension kind of situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just talk about yesterday, my room mate pp came to my room to ask some thing from data base, to his utter surprise I was unaware of the thing he was asking. : P. this is not the first he faced such situation, actually almost on everyday he faced such things …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this I am like Bangladesh team playing with Australia. Huh ab to Australia bhi haar gayi. Kher koi nahi.  But I am facing like that only, because everyday is not full up of miracles. I have to do lot to save myself from some persons sitting in north, actually from my papa and brother. So it’s like “do or die “situation for “chill pill “of our college.&lt;br /&gt;I know maximum of my friends will kill me or at least beat me till I landed up on filthy bed of hospital because of my behavior with them during the time of examination, but I think they innocent creatures don’t know the reality of this “nanha munna sa bacha”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on yar, I am sorry what I am doing in these days; actually I too don’t know what I am doing. :) . I am baffled because I don’t know what to do, and from where to begin my studies, actually I have to read almost everything from every book. :O .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kher sochna kya jo bhi hoga dekha jayega.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35340914-116200333077779026?l=unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/116200333077779026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35340914&amp;postID=116200333077779026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/116200333077779026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35340914/posts/default/116200333077779026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unidentifiedvoice.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-dayz-with-examination.html' title='my dayz with examination'/><author><name>M A D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05362744462632244908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_28eFubaVY-I/R2nzM5spZPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0DriQ-gT7MY/S220/hamster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
