<?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-24788075</id><updated>2012-01-28T07:54:01.343+05:30</updated><category term='emma bunton'/><category term='downtown'/><title type='text'>www.whateteez.com</title><subtitle type='html'>Ramblings of a madman.........weird...man........</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-3753543691062202179</id><published>2010-01-04T23:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:46:51.570+05:30</updated><title type='text'>www.whateteez.com:gimme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2010/01/give-me-some-sunshine-give-me-some-rain.html"&gt;http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2010/01/give-me-some-sunshine-give-me-some-rain.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-3753543691062202179?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2010/01/give-me-some-sunshine-give-me-some-rain.html' title='www.whateteez.com:gimme'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/3753543691062202179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=3753543691062202179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/3753543691062202179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/3753543691062202179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2010/01/wwwwhateteezcomgimme.html' title='www.whateteez.com:gimme'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-2171456932275514946</id><published>2010-01-04T23:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:46:19.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Give me some sunshine, give me some rain</title><content type='html'>Saari umar hum...mar mar ke jeeliye hai...&lt;br /&gt;Ek pal to ab humein...jeene do..jeene do.&lt;br /&gt;Bachpan ..to gaya.....Jawaani bhi gayi......Ek pal to ab humain.....jeene do ....jeene doooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;Give me some sunshine, give me some rain&lt;br /&gt;Give me another chance ...I wanna grow up once again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like me, there will easily be thousands of other people who would have got goose bumps listening to this song in the background in 3 idiots the very first time! Did I not say I wish? OF COURSE I wish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always astounded by the ways you can describe things...ways - words. It is just so great if you have a great vocabulary in life, you have almost no limit to describing any single emotion in so many thousands of ways..........each resulting in a slightly different reaction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-2171456932275514946?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/2171456932275514946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=2171456932275514946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/2171456932275514946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/2171456932275514946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2010/01/give-me-some-sunshine-give-me-some-rain.html' title='Give me some sunshine, give me some rain'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-4269482643879039457</id><published>2008-04-16T09:27:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:23:22.286+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Things happen - Bangalore Times 14th Apr 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IdPsSEZgECo/SAV5k3U1IpI/AAAAAAAAADc/DNfza9yV5O8/s1600-h/moi!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IdPsSEZgECo/SAV5k3U1IpI/AAAAAAAAADc/DNfza9yV5O8/s400/moi!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189687819847934610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-4269482643879039457?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/4269482643879039457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=4269482643879039457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/4269482643879039457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/4269482643879039457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-happen.html' title='Things happen - Bangalore Times 14th Apr 08'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IdPsSEZgECo/SAV5k3U1IpI/AAAAAAAAADc/DNfza9yV5O8/s72-c/moi!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-6504262695330845250</id><published>2008-03-05T12:56:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:23:22.463+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Little Master</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IdPsSEZgECo/R85LTGPSuYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/w6XOnVBRO-E/s1600-h/st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IdPsSEZgECo/R85LTGPSuYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/w6XOnVBRO-E/s400/st.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174155813359630722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you see a batsman see the ball TILL it passes by him at the speed of a bowler of bret lee's pace....you have found someone who can match our own Little Master! Till then, make yourself happy by comparing all the so called 'greats' of the game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see the ball till it is beside your face, and steer it above the keeper and slips', needs years of sheer concentration, practice and above all skill to accomplish it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hail Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-6504262695330845250?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/6504262695330845250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=6504262695330845250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/6504262695330845250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/6504262695330845250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-master.html' title='The Little Master'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IdPsSEZgECo/R85LTGPSuYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/w6XOnVBRO-E/s72-c/st.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-3505598238434318930</id><published>2008-01-29T12:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-29T12:48:00.760+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kannada rap / hip hop ..name it what you want!</title><content type='html'>http://rapidshare.com/files/87473236/Kannada_UrbanLads_5-_Just_MIssu.mp3.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fresh, creative and kickass sooper funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-3505598238434318930?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/3505598238434318930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=3505598238434318930&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/3505598238434318930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/3505598238434318930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2008/01/kannada-rap-hip-hop-name-it-what-you.html' title='Kannada rap / hip hop ..name it what you want!'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-4262881144183486685</id><published>2008-01-28T12:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-28T12:38:07.072+05:30</updated><title type='text'>So here we four friends were....</title><content type='html'>Sitting at the to-be bride's place (IF all things work out obviously). No, not mine. Out of the four of us, the youngest guy's to-be! Youngest maybe a fact, but he's 27 so no kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started the day before yesterday. Things were looking the nothing new, normal theory based talks between the protagonist and his parents. Let's call him S Bannur or SB. After his parents explained to him that 'beta, tera number aagaya', he said 'Yea, whatever..fine'. So SB's parents asked me and a couple of other common friends to accompany him as he's not the 'YO! SSUP DOOOD!' kinds. Not that any of us are...but birds of the same feather kinds. So I said fine, will go with him. SB's mom asked her beloved son...'Will you actually talk to the girl beta?', to which his daddy dearest replied 'Yea yea..For all you know, he will keep his mouth shut and just eat whatever he gets and will be back!' harharhar! Come to think of it..... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrival. The person who was arranging the alliance was in a hurry. So once we barely parked our arses on the sofa, all four of us...he comes up with 'Call the bride'. When he uttered the line, I could only think of 'D-uh!'!. So the bride took her time to get ready, while her father said  'It's sunday you see, so ppl get up late etc..' He told it SO many times we started wondering if he thought we don't know it's a sunday! Finally the one arrived and got tumblers with something. We all thought 'Nice, some kinda juice. Goodie!' It was water. Time passed.... The TV was on, cricket. Barely any volume given. All four of us being cricket lovers, we stared at it. Time just didn't pass...the bowler seemed to take forever to get back to his run up and bowl the next delivery! We couldn't even stare at each other as we didn't have too much space. So more or less very uncomfortable. Bride comes again...this time with a couple of good day biscuits and 'chow-chow' / mixture ...It was like a classroom, albeit a VERY well disciplined one. Pin drop silence..broken only by the crunching and munching of the eatables given. Nobody seemed to see the awkwardness....happy watching tv with mouth full. None of us even looked at the prospective bride! Grin! Only a couple of conversation between one of the elder brothers of the girl and our man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen minutes up...status quo. I was irritated....controlling my irritation......started counting one to ten..Did it a few times. Something in my mind just 'clicked'. I said 'SB here is more of a reserved person. So please ask your daughter if she's okay while we will get SB's opinion on the same'. I could see everybody staring at me! Then out of the blue, the dad who hardly  spoke, said 'putta, come here'. The bride to-be finally came out of the kitchen and sat in the hall. Small talk continued, with the girl's dad talking about how IT has helped many a lakh of ppl especially in bangalore to get a job, to which I nodded and said it also made the value of land become illogical, to which he nodded and went on a nostalgia trip saying at first when he joined the government sector company where he worked, his salary was Rs.90/-, to which I said the water bill we get today is more than that! Finally, he asked if we wanted to talk to the girl or rather if the guy wanted to. The alliance arranger (hey, this sounds like a a new nice term! :) ) said 'No sir, nothing. We will get going now'. We all just nodded, got out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The protagonist said 'Yes' and now the next round of bout will start very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-4262881144183486685?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/4262881144183486685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=4262881144183486685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/4262881144183486685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/4262881144183486685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-here-we-four-friends-were.html' title='So here we four friends were....'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-4317053265403283025</id><published>2007-12-04T10:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-04T10:06:39.974+05:30</updated><title type='text'>dreams.......part two</title><content type='html'>Scene 1 : Elder brother's bitten on the leg by a highly venomous snake which isn't very 'small'. Bro collapses. I take my bike out to take him to the hospital. My cousin comes in his car. I ask him, 'A snake has bit my bro! Let's take him to the hospital right away!'. I don't really remember what my cousin said, but apparently he couldn't take us to the hospital in his car.&lt;br /&gt;CUT!&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2 : My younger bro walks in with his girlfriend. (This happens between the time that I realize the snake has bitten my bro and I take my bike out). They see what's happening around, and just go and both start reading some books.&lt;br /&gt;CUT!&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3 : I am going to go out the front door and take my bike out. Snake at my feet. Hisssssssssssssssss! I say something which in snake language meant 'Bite me!'. (ROFL!) So the snake did just that. He bit me and how! This one was a very tiny one though. After a few seconds, the snake just vanishes.......into my feet! Almost a minute passes, and I can feel a bump in my left buttocks.&lt;br /&gt;CUT!&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and started rubbing my left buttocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-4317053265403283025?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/4317053265403283025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=4317053265403283025&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/4317053265403283025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/4317053265403283025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2007/12/dreamspart-two.html' title='dreams.......part two'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-6563143703981978364</id><published>2007-11-07T14:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-07T14:09:57.519+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Not sure I understand........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This number is like me singing ...........at this point of time in mah life.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Come on hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna contact the living.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand,&lt;br /&gt;This role I’ve been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and talk to god&lt;br /&gt;And he just laughs at my plans,&lt;br /&gt;My head speaks a language, I don’t understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel real love,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the home that I live in.&lt;br /&gt;’cause I got too much life,&lt;br /&gt;Running through my veins, going to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna die,&lt;br /&gt;But I ain’t keen on living either.&lt;br /&gt;Before I fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;I’m preparing to leave her.&lt;br /&gt;I scare myself to death,&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I keep on running.&lt;br /&gt;Before I’ve arrived, I can see myself coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel real love,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the home that I live in.&lt;br /&gt;’cause I got too much life,&lt;br /&gt;Running through my veins, going to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to feel, real love&lt;br /&gt;And a life ever after.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel real love,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the home that I live in,&lt;br /&gt;I got too much love,&lt;br /&gt;Running through my veins, going to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna feel real love,&lt;br /&gt;In a life ever after&lt;br /&gt;There’s a hole in my soul,&lt;br /&gt;You can see it in my face, it’s a real big place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna contact the living,&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand,&lt;br /&gt;This role I’ve been given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I understand........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Talk about going overboard with something! Harharharhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rest aside, bought mom what she needed for home as a b'day present to her and bought the complete Calvin n Hobbes leather binded edition of three books as a b'day present for my best budd........yet to part ways with CnH ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-6563143703981978364?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/6563143703981978364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=6563143703981978364&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/6563143703981978364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/6563143703981978364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-sure-i-understand.html' title='Not sure I understand........'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-1882179798929314524</id><published>2007-10-30T11:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-30T11:55:39.307+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yoon shabnami.................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's here...........finally...................I feel the absence of 'love' in life. I badly want to be in love, but not in love with the word...if ya know what I mean. The absence of that special someone is starting to hurt. I now realize that although I did want to be (in love) long ago, I really didn't realize I would end up feeling needy for it! I also realized am a die hard romantic!! For one, I never thought I would end up saying these lines! Strange..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-1882179798929314524?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/1882179798929314524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=1882179798929314524&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/1882179798929314524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/1882179798929314524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2007/10/yoon-shabnami.html' title='Yoon shabnami.................'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-1590561882641316307</id><published>2007-09-18T14:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:23:15.907+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What do you think?</title><content type='html'>http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Indians_good_for_cheap_roadside_garage/articleshow/1716374.cms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the page fails to open, here it is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TORONTO: I agree with this article about the India-China comparison. What really annoys me is that we in India have 10 MBAs/managers/business persons for one person that does the real work. (The ratio is supposed to be opposite.) How many people go into research as opposed to becoming paper pushers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are capable of having our own software companies that could design software and call it their own product. Instead, we have consulting services like TCS, Infosys, and Wipro that do work for others. What we do is similar to running a cheap roadside garage rather than designing and manufacturing a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This attitude extends everywhere. We have four sports officials for every athlete (I am not talking about cricket.) besides the fact that we won't win a single medal in the Olympics for next 5 Olympics in track and field. On the other hand, China is tipped to overtake US in medals tally in the upcoming Beijing Olympics. In the mean time we can spend time gloating about our "glorious 5000 year old culture and civilization" which by the way no longer exists. May be I should put a few more zeros after 5000 and new airports and roads will start popping up automatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honda did not gain its reputation over night. They made substandard cars for many years. But they were independent, with their own design and research. It is all about self respect and less about business. We on the other hand are so business and money minded that we won't go that extra effort to do it on our own. We don't mind spending billions of dollars buying up foreign companies and not spend anything to fix up the broken infrastructure at home. We don't mind our graduates taking up dead end jobs in call centres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact we feel proud about it instead of feeling ashamed. We feel proud about our generic drug manufacturing capability which really is copying existing drugs that some one else designed (In Mumbai lingo, it is called Ulhasnagar goods.) and we are proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the infrastructure, we don't have any. We complain about high fuel prices but then we see our vehicles move at an average speed of 2km/hr on our city streets. This is after 10-12 years of liberalization. If it can't be done in 10 years it means we are not capable of doing it. There are no excuses for crippled infrastructure after 10 years of "liberalization".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the Soviet countries had a better infrastructure after the collapse of Soviet Union. When I read the economic supplements of the news papers, I feel like I am living in the most advanced country in the world. I only need to walk out of my home on the pot holed streets with no sewage on the road, people defecating and urinating in public, no traffic lights, to see the harsh reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have power cuts in most our major cities. We have new aircrafts flying on domestic routes but no new airports, no new runways, no new air traffic control, no new maintenance facilities, no new schools to train new ground engineers and pilots. All the new airline businesses are busy making money while these things go unaddressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the environment in India, it is disaster of vast proportions unfolding as we speak. We need to use small inefficient air conditioning units because our middle class house holds want to keep their cool with the extra spend able income, without thinking about the cheap gases that go into those units that damage the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are learning how to make petrol driven vehicles when the rest of world is looking for alternative fuels and technology to replace the fossil fuel driven machines. Mumbai today is amongst the top 10 most expensive cities to run business in. Where does it feature in the list of cities by infrastructure? We can start looking from bottom up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, India is a land of contrasts. We have the coldest glaciers and the hottest deserts and I am proud of it. Unfortunately that contrast also applies to wealth, business, economy and certain other things which I am not proud of and no one in the right state of mind should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-1590561882641316307?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/1590561882641316307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=1590561882641316307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/1590561882641316307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/1590561882641316307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think?'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-4421702374348287369</id><published>2007-08-23T10:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-23T11:25:35.701+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>For me, this is one of THE most romantically inclined sad songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both lie silently still&lt;br /&gt;In the dead of the night&lt;br /&gt;Although we both lie close together&lt;br /&gt;We feel miles apart inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I said or something I did&lt;br /&gt;Did my words not come out right&lt;br /&gt;Though I tried not to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Though I tried&lt;br /&gt;But I guess thats why they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Every rose has its thorn&lt;br /&gt;Just like every night has its dawn&lt;br /&gt;Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song&lt;br /&gt;Every rose has its thorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to our favorite song&lt;br /&gt;Playing on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Hear the dj say loves a game of easy come and&lt;br /&gt;Easy go&lt;br /&gt;But I wonder does he know&lt;br /&gt;Has he ever felt like this&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you'd be here right now&lt;br /&gt;If I could have let you know somehow&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though its been a while now&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel so much pain&lt;br /&gt;Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals&lt;br /&gt;But the scar, that scar remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I could have saved a love that night&lt;br /&gt;If Id known what to say&lt;br /&gt;Instead of makin love&lt;br /&gt;We both made our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I hear you found somebody new&lt;br /&gt;And that I never meant that much to you&lt;br /&gt;To hear that tears me up inside&lt;br /&gt;And to see you cuts me like a knife&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love? - The eternal journey you can indulge into if you are the kind or ....... if you are SO bored in life!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think............ when two people understand each other, know each other to a very large extent and can bear each other, it may turn into love. Cliche, you say? Let me try to dive inside a li'l now.........&lt;br /&gt;a) Understand = Know like and dislikes.&lt;br /&gt;b) Know each other = Know each other's goal(s) in life, career or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;c) Bear each other = This is a li'l tricky. You don't have to have common interests to fall in love. Sometimes common interest(s) attracts people. Sometimes, contrasting characters attract, aka opposite poles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real question is this : Is love just all of the above? Is there more which CAN be put into words? I wonder............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-4421702374348287369?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/4421702374348287369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=4421702374348287369&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/4421702374348287369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/4421702374348287369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2007/08/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-7487148419186206769</id><published>2007-08-20T11:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-20T11:45:08.334+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Turn turn turn...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To everything (turn, turn, turn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is a season (turn, turn, turn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And a time for every purpose, under heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A time to be born, a time to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A time to plant, a time to reap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A time to kill, a time to heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A time to laugh, a time to weep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To everything (turn, turn, turn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is a season (turn, turn, turn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And a time for every purpose, under heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A time to build up,a time to break down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A time to dance, a time to mourn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To everything (turn, turn, turn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is a season (turn, turn, turn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And a time for every purpose, under heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A time of love, a time of hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A time of war, a time of peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To everything (turn, turn, turn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is a season (turn, turn, turn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And a time for every purpose, under heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A time to gain, a time to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A time to rend, a time to sew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A time to love, a time to hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A time for peace, I swear its not too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine had the below adviced by his doc :&lt;br /&gt;1. Reduce smoking.&lt;br /&gt;2. Stop drinking coffee AND tea.&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't strain your body.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't exercise too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do ya have to say to this now?&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/24788075-7487148419186206769?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/7487148419186206769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=7487148419186206769&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/7487148419186206769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/7487148419186206769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2007/08/turn-turn-turn.html' title='Turn turn turn...........'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-2925431518310439862</id><published>2007-07-26T09:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-26T09:59:50.201+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RGV ki aag!</title><content type='html'>RGV - &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/45088212/RGV-Main_theme.mp3.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/45088212/RGV-Main_theme.mp3.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/45088343/RGV-Babban.mp3.html" target="_blank"&gt;Babban : http://rapidshare.com/files/45088343/RGV-Babban.mp3.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got goosebumps the first time I heard 'em! Amar Mohile rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-2925431518310439862?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/2925431518310439862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=2925431518310439862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/2925431518310439862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/2925431518310439862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2007/07/rgv-ki-aag.html' title='RGV ki aag!'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-1987570104925889230</id><published>2007-07-05T10:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-05T10:52:16.085+05:30</updated><title type='text'>hmm..................</title><content type='html'>talk about dilemmas' in life! What do you do when you are between a rock and a hard place? Is the rock harder or is the hard place harder? No pun intended! ROFL! Well, I've made a decision which I wanted to, which I should've taken say at LEAST a couple of years ago. Talking to ppl who know you better always helps. Although am the one at the giving end as far as advice is concerned, I needed an 'assurance' because there are some things in life which you know you need to do, but hearing it from someone you trust makes a difference. It's more like driving home the point albeit you knew it all the time. Can't say 'hope for the best' as that phase of life is over, so just plain good ol' hard work and loads of work for the grey cell matter left. This is the first time the word 'responsibility' has struck a chord. Did I just get over my puberty phase? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I was talking about a career?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get back to writing. NOW I can say 'Hope I can!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvida for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-1987570104925889230?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/1987570104925889230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=1987570104925889230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/1987570104925889230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/1987570104925889230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2007/07/hmm.html' title='hmm..................'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-8344160246810865637</id><published>2007-05-10T10:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:23:22.713+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My motto in life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IdPsSEZgECo/RkKjkUy4hrI/AAAAAAAAACM/gl9_vc6jKB8/s1600-h/coffeecr3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IdPsSEZgECo/RkKjkUy4hrI/AAAAAAAAACM/gl9_vc6jKB8/s320/coffeecr3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062788775570605746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Ain't that what a lot of ppl like? Am just one more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-8344160246810865637?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/8344160246810865637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=8344160246810865637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/8344160246810865637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/8344160246810865637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-motto-in-life.html' title='My motto in life!'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IdPsSEZgECo/RkKjkUy4hrI/AAAAAAAAACM/gl9_vc6jKB8/s72-c/coffeecr3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-2841902508330714905</id><published>2007-05-04T13:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-04T13:21:31.750+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Please stand up........</title><content type='html'>We all are capable of discussing issues, finding 'solutions' for them, detect new issues/problems in the society etc. Here I am, just one more earthling with no identity for existence. But the below are the things very few people would actually do instead of discuss it. These little things just go to show we are all human and there are people and their act needs to be applauded to no end. How many educated and people who are financially viable in life would actually do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="creditext"&gt; By IBNlive.com &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="creddate"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Thursday May 3, 12:58 AM&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;b&gt;Ghaziabad:&lt;/b&gt; She may be just six days old, but Shradha has the entire Pathak household enthralled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was abandoned near a garbage dump in Ghaziabad, where 22-year-old Kalpna found her struggling for life. And Kalpna instantly decided to adopt the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am unmarried so my brother and sister-in-law will give her their name," says Kalpna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalpna might not be the legal parent, but that doesnt bother her for she has the full support of her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says her mother, Rameshwari Pathak, "People are talking, they like to rake up issues, but inspite of everything, we have decided to keep the baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Kalpna, who is a final year student, this has been a life-altering experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Earlier I used to behave like the kid of the house. Now I spend all my time with the baby," says she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalpna is the only girl in a family of four brothers and right now Shradha is more a female companion than a daughter, but she is confident that she will never regret her decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People's support is a great source of strength for me," says she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shradha might be a bundle of joy but she's also a huge responsibility. Registration of birth, legalities of a formal adoption all have to be taken care of, but despite everything, she is a happy responsibility for the Pathak family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-2841902508330714905?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/2841902508330714905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=2841902508330714905&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/2841902508330714905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/2841902508330714905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2007/05/please-stand-up.html' title='Please stand up........'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-5349125117720021624</id><published>2007-04-17T11:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-17T12:31:19.075+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emma bunton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='downtown'/><title type='text'>Downtown.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was this short film on star one yest night. Somehow I always trip on these.I think it was a very well made one! I cant remember the whole thing to narrate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; A background of a tall building............birds flying off from the building.........music includes flute with a mellow tune....can make you feel a range of emotions. All that needs is a change in the pitch of the instrument which is prominent in the background music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The film was nothing out of the ordinary as far as the theme goes. There's this plump kid in this art class. Enter : A new girl with long kaale ghane baal! The prankster is in bench one. Our hero is in the last , sulking. But attraction at first sight (not love, the movie is about kids) so every guy in the class is looking. The prankster asks fatso to close his mouth. The rest of the movie is well scripted with not so boring incidents and their narration was kickass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Latest number am tripping on :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 85);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; When you're alone and life is making you lonely&lt;br /&gt;You can always go - downtown&lt;br /&gt;When you've got worries, all the noise and the hurry&lt;br /&gt;Seems to help, I know - downtown&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city&lt;br /&gt;Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty&lt;br /&gt;How can you lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights are much brighter there&lt;br /&gt;You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares&lt;br /&gt;So go downtown, things'll be great when you're&lt;br /&gt;Downtown - no finer place, for sure&lt;br /&gt;Downtown - everything's waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hang around and let your problems surround you&lt;br /&gt;There are movie shows - downtown&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you know some little places to go to&lt;br /&gt;Where they never close - downtown&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to the rhythm of a gentle bossa nova&lt;br /&gt;You'll be dancing with him too before the night is over&lt;br /&gt;Happy again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights are much brighter there&lt;br /&gt;You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares&lt;br /&gt;So go downtown, where all the lights are bright&lt;br /&gt;Downtown - waiting for you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Downtown - you're gonna be all right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Instrumental break]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you may find somebody kind to help and understand you&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is just like you and needs a gentle hand to&lt;br /&gt;Guide them along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I'll see you there&lt;br /&gt;We can forget all our troubles, forget all our cares&lt;br /&gt;So go downtown, things'll be great when you're&lt;br /&gt;Downtown - don't wait a minute for&lt;br /&gt;Downtown - everything's waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downtown, downtown, downtown, downtown ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ApVX2eoQdJQ&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;Emma bunton - Downtown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/24788075-5349125117720021624?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/5349125117720021624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=5349125117720021624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/5349125117720021624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/5349125117720021624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2007/04/downtown.html' title='Downtown.....'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-2040174134609725338</id><published>2007-03-13T15:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-13T15:44:57.235+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Funny video - Kannada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4967284950548391555&amp;amp;pr=goog-sl"&gt;Bhaagyaada Lakshmi Baaramma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the link above.&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/24788075-2040174134609725338?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/2040174134609725338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=2040174134609725338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/2040174134609725338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/2040174134609725338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2007/03/bhaagyaada-lakshmi-baaramma.html' title='Funny video - Kannada'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-5767302826210091415</id><published>2007-03-11T10:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-11T10:11:22.893+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>Back from my hiatus. It was soooooooooooooooo relaxing to just eat , sleep n not involve yourself into any kinda 'activity'! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;THINK I may have overdone it a leeeeeeeetle bit though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, in the past few months, I would say I promoted a helluva bollywood 'blockbusters', improve the financial status of the snooker parlour. mmmmm...........trying hard to think what else I did..........can't think of anything else. :D  oh yea, abused the net a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Info : http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0066011/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The character of Jennifer Cavalleri has been brutally murdered in the movie. They have made her just 'arrogant' and a 'one liner gal' and not the LEAST bit resembling the intriguing character in the book by Erich Segal. Just another proof that books can never be made into movies. Never mind the budget, actors, crew. It just isn't possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much..........stress..........fingers..........need..........rest...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I have been/am jobless?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-5767302826210091415?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/5767302826210091415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=5767302826210091415&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/5767302826210091415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/5767302826210091415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2007/03/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-5020563131585294978</id><published>2007-01-24T15:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:23:23.649+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Images captured from my cell phone, Sony ericsson W810i</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IdPsSEZgECo/RfWK5LCrs-I/AAAAAAAAABM/iL-YEB-KYck/s1600-h/DSC03942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IdPsSEZgECo/RfWK5LCrs-I/AAAAAAAAABM/iL-YEB-KYck/s320/DSC03942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041088072732357602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdPsSEZgECo/Rbc2gb9OKWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ftGJNgt7r0E/s1600-h/DSC03842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IdPsSEZgECo/Rbc2hL9OKYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/s38qRWEX-4U/s320/DSC03988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023543853128231298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-5020563131585294978?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/5020563131585294978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=5020563131585294978&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/5020563131585294978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/5020563131585294978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2007/01/images-captured-from-my-cell-phone-sony.html' title='Images captured from my cell phone, Sony ericsson W810i'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IdPsSEZgECo/RfWK5LCrs-I/AAAAAAAAABM/iL-YEB-KYck/s72-c/DSC03942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-5643999103640768495</id><published>2007-01-17T13:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:41:30.574+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mr. and Mrs. Abhishek Bachchan!</title><content type='html'>This was an article I read on the web and it mirrors my perspective!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ContributeStoryLine" id="ctl00_MSNCMSMasterContent1_ArticlePresentation_ContributeStory"&gt; &lt;div class="ContributeCount"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="showit" id="ArticleText1"&gt;I cannot disregard the pinch I felt in my  heart when I switched on the television. The headline said, "It's Official!"  while the visuals showed Ash and AB Jr arm in arm. A skeptic fan, I told myself  that perhaps they have confessed their love in front of the media...but I was in  for a surprise! The 'official' notice was that the couple was engaged to be  married. And who better than AB Sr. himself confirming the report on all news  channels? As I swapped channels to update myself with the latest, I kept asking  what made Abhishek go for Aishwarya? I mean, they don't even sizzle on camera?  Aishwarya's plastic Barbie-doll look doesn’t match up to Abhishek's raw yet  vulnerable persona. One is out going and fun, the other only politically  correct. While I kept musing over my feelings, I wondered what the couple was  thinking. I don’t know about Abhishek, but I assume Aishwarya must have felt  like winning another crown! All the best to (the soon-to-be) Mrs. Bachchan. I  hope you are able to shoulder the responsibility of being the 'bahu' of the  first family of Indian Cinema! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-5643999103640768495?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/5643999103640768495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=5643999103640768495&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/5643999103640768495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/5643999103640768495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2007/01/mr-and-mrs-abhishek-bachchan.html' title='Mr. and Mrs. Abhishek Bachchan!'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-116387921318365417</id><published>2006-11-19T01:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-19T01:15:13.513+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Make your own kind of music........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Well, tis been a while...............since I used the communication media of the net to kill time. Life's a blur for me at the moment................Hopefully am headed the way I wanna head. Time will tell whether I have a head with grey cell area! lol! Neways, here's the latest song that I've been tripppppppppppping on....it's just simply awefockingsome! Suits my mood fer the moment too. Actually, come to think of it....it suits ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh n btw..........Remember Richard (Monica's guy at one time from FRIENDS) had a 'twinkie in the city' , who was actually Maanica(this is fer ya cleo) , I just have mine I guess. ROFLMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;*************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Nobody can tell ya;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; There's only one song worth singin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; They may try and sell ya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; 'cause it hangs them up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; to see somone like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; But you've gotta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; make your own kind of music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; sing your own special song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; make your own kind of music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; even if nobody else sing along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; So if you cannot take my hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; and if you must be goin',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; I will understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; You're gonna be knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; the loneliest kind of lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; It may be rough goin',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; just to do your thing's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; the hardest thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; But you've gotta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; make your own kind of music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; sing your own special song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; make your own kind of music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; even if nobody else sings along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; So if you cannot take my hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; and if you must be goin',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; I will understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; You gotta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; make your own kind of music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; sing your own special song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; make your own kind of music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt; even if nobody else sings along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;*********************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;If anybody wants it, then :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/3894271/Mamas___Papas_-_Make_Your_Own_Kind_Of_Music.mp3.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/3894271/Mamas___Papas_-_Make_Your_Own_Kind_Of_Music.mp3.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/24788075-116387921318365417?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/116387921318365417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=116387921318365417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/116387921318365417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/116387921318365417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/11/make-your-own-kind-of-music.html' title='Make your own kind of music........'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-116237765689709853</id><published>2006-11-01T16:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-01T16:10:56.906+05:30</updated><title type='text'>B'day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/1600/Picture%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/320/Picture%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was mom's b'day yest. Had fun. Around twenty of her friends had come home. After a long time we actually celebrated someone's bday at home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-116237765689709853?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/116237765689709853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=116237765689709853&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/116237765689709853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/116237765689709853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/11/bday.html' title='B&apos;day!'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-115790124534597561</id><published>2006-09-10T20:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:06:01.760+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Those were the best days of my life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;A copy of a blog post I came across on the net. Definitely worth a read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;Makes a lotta sense, at least to me. Improvements in technology for the bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;Doordarshan : A balanced diet        &lt;/h3&gt;                          Do you remember how special the ‘Sundays’ used to be when we were kids? Lets try to remember what we all used to see on Sundays…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day used to begin with Rangoli … a program containing only songs..!! Songs for everyone… old ones for mom dad and the new ones for us. That used to be followed by morning news, then Mahabharat or Ramayan or Chanakya …. Or any other mythological or historical serial .. which whole family used to see together ..!! Then we used to have a cartoon film … just try to remember how eagerly we used to wait for it whole week ..!! He-man, jungle book, duck tales …!! Then ‘potliwale baba ki kahani’ ..!! Then we used to have a one hour program by National Geographic Society…. A science based program ! then it used to be the time for Indian music ‘National Integration for Spirit of Unity Concert’ ..!! Then again ‘Chaayaageet’ before lunch time. In the afternoon there used to be a ‘Pradeshik feature film’ where we used to get movies made in other state; basically non-hindi films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why to remember all these things when we don’t even see DD National nowadays..!!&lt;br /&gt;If we try to analyse this schedule carefully we will realize one thing that Doordarshan was truly a balanced diet. Balanced diet for our brain, our mind..!! No matter how long one watches the same channel, everyone used to get something….. not only entertainment but also some knowledge…not only about our history but also about mythology, science, music, our culture and life and people of other states….!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has changed with facility of cable? We have so many new channels like star tv, star sports, espn, discovery, sony, setmax, zee, national geographic channel, travel and living, aaj-tak, ndtv 24x7, sun tv, HBO, Cartoon Network and many more…. Every channel is good in its own respect. Every channel is trying to give the best they can …. Every channel is trying to be best in this competition ….!! Can we see Doordarshan anywhere in this competition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is the change that has occurred with so many channels? Grandfathers and dads keep on seeing news channels day and night, children stick to cartoon network, youth can’t leave HBO and grannies and moms can’t live without family dramas..!! Everyone is happy because everyone is getting what he/she needs ..!! Where’s is the problem then ..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s analyse one’s physical growth and try and relate it to the case above…….. There’s a child who likes ice-cream so it keeps on having ice-cream day and night…!! When it grows, it starts liking veg Manchurian … so it starts having veg Manchurian day and night ….for several years..!! Then it reaches the age when it develops the taste for fried rice …. Then what? …fried rice for several years …day and night …!! And thus the cycle continues with different dishes in same pattern…!! Now imagine that child…may be 30year old now…… what kind of physical growth we expect him to have? So now, we might say that if he would have got all the kind of food, he might have had a better health by now…!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won’t it happen with our brains also? 24 hour cartoon network for children, 24 hour movies for youth, 24 hour family dramas for ladies, 24hour news for oldies, everything 24hours unlimited…!! Now what kind of growth our brains are supposed to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we have started loosing is ‘contol’ …!! Just because we have everything available 24hours we just don’t realize how much we have had …and what is lacking? Earlier even Doordarshan used to sleep during nights … but these 24hour program facility has literally disturbed our biological cycle…!! We just keep on watching HBO and may be at 2.30 or 4.00 am we realize that it’s a time to sleep ..!! Even if we watch the news channel, what we get is the same news repeated after one hour. And if we really try to think logically, what really happens every second that can be shown as news? And to be more logical, what difference does David Beckham-Victoria love affair makes in our lives? And just remember the amount importance does these news channels give it to …!! Earlier we used to wait for a week; that’s 24x7=168 hours for just a one hour cartoon and just try to remember how much we used to enjoy that one hour..! Same thing used to be with ‘The World This Week’..!! Now everything is made easy, just change the channel we get to see whatever we want..!! Is it good or bad ...that one has to analyse by himself, for himself …!! The idea behind this article is not to promote Doordarshan but the idea behind Doordarshan..!! Children know Harry Potter but they don’t know who was Arjun, Duryodhan, Raja Akbar ..!! Children know Michael Jackson, Madona but don’t know Pandit Bheemsen Joshi, Pandit Jasraaj…!! Children know Saint Valentine but don’t know Saint Gyaneshwar, Meerabai…!! Children know Teacher’s Day but don’t know Guru-pornima ..!! All these children which are going to be the youth of India after few years, what knowledge and what culture are they going to handover to our next generation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we try to analyse Doordarshan in comparison to other channels, we will realize that Doordarshan in loosing its audience mainly because of its appearance. The kind of graphics it has and the way it presents itself. The quality of programs may also be lacking somewhere but what how good those family dramas could be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for a day do one experiment. Forget the attractive graphics of all the channels. Open the newspaper, read the schedule of all the channels and then prepare your own schedule for the day …. And do see to it that you do get the balanced diet and do enjoy your day watching TV…… exactly the way we used to enjoy our Sundays 10 years back …!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-115790124534597561?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/115790124534597561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=115790124534597561&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/115790124534597561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/115790124534597561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/09/those-were-best-days-of-my-life.html' title='Those were the best days of my life!'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-115531927734599994</id><published>2006-08-11T23:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-11T23:56:10.263+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams............</title><content type='html'>I am not the one who gets dreams every now n then. One becoz I work at nights and two I don't know.  This was a few days back. Got three dreams. I somehow have developed a habit to remember a few of my dreams. Don't ask me how ;) So in this hat trick of dreams, I remember that I die in the second one. All my dreams till date have been VERY weird to say the least. I remember one of them even now. I am standing in front of a snake pit and a snake bites me, on my BACK. No idea how that happened. lol! And I have a mole called 'Garuda macche'. Garuda the god eats snakes as first priority for food. So according to olden day beliefs, snakes are afraid of people who have this particular mole. I just don't have the nuts to test it. ROFL! Coming back to the hat trick of dreams, I don't remember the first one. The third one is actually unbelievable even in dreams! I am walking naked on this desert kinda place and vultures are preying on me and almost half of my body has no skin left. ugh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sweet dreams' to all. &lt;snicker&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-115531927734599994?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/115531927734599994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=115531927734599994&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/115531927734599994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/115531927734599994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/08/dreams.html' title='Dreams............'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-115482005246181307</id><published>2006-08-06T04:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-06T04:50:52.473+05:30</updated><title type='text'>work?</title><content type='html'>It's been eight days of night shifts without an off, till date that is. Not sure when this is gonna end. Hopefully in the next few days. So there's this guy who stands in the corner of the four way signal diagonally opposite to my office. Stays there the whole night selling ciggies and tea for passers by and regulars who know the place to get ciggies at any time of the night. I used to visit him once in a while long long ago.Now that my current office is right in front, go n get ciggies whenever I run out of stock. Yesterday I went with two ppl from the team and generally were talking to the guy. He's got a prob with his right leg ( read handicapped ) which is just a nicer way of telling. This poor guy comes on a four wheeled TVS every night with two big flasks of tea and a whole bunch of ciggies of all kinda brands. Anyway, I asked him how come he doesn't stay after four in the morning nowadays, to which he replied with absolutely no shyness......"no saar, am leaving around four in the morning from the last one month. I got married so leave at four. Don't want to stay here the whole night and go at six in the morning". Two things, one is I am really happy he got married. Second, not a lot of ppl get what they want in life , the way they want it and when they want it. As the local police ppl trouble him if any guys are having a ciggie after buying it (duh! where do ya want us to smoke after buying them in the dead of the night neways!), it's something he fears. Anybody can easily understand the true meaning of 'fear' by seeing this poor soul's reaction. He gets all alert and asks ppl around to leave from there right away. It's something you need to experience, although not a pleasant one. I suddenly realized how lucky I am to have a body without any problems(sans the stent in the chest neways. lol!) and having a job (its night shift and in a kyaal center, so what!) which pays me enough to support my family and suffice my fetish for electronic gadgets. It's a very weird time when you see somebody like this guy. You feel sorry for him and at the same time you feel very happy for yourself and your family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-115482005246181307?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/115482005246181307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=115482005246181307&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/115482005246181307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/115482005246181307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/08/work.html' title='work?'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-115428542939468146</id><published>2006-07-31T00:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:20:29.406+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It's a SONY</title><content type='html'>Although I have been an avid supporter of SONY, I had decided not to buy another cell which is a sony ericcson. One word is the reason : Joystick. This is probably THE worst thing that sony could've done to their cell phones and I thought they would neva learn! Have had a J200, K610i, K700i till date. But my love was still the J200i(not sure about the model number though :D) just because it had a non rectangular shape, and keys were simple, battery back up was good and reception was purrfect. With the k7001, it was love at first ad. Bought it the day it was launched in india. Cost me a big hole in my pocket but I was a kid who was elated beyond any boundary of imagination! :"&gt; Then after six months, the jog dial started acting up and till date I haven't found a perfect replacement for it. Anyway, so as my friend wanted a second fone, I had to get a new one as the k700i made it almost impossible to scroll. So I went to the nearest local dealer and looked around. Liked the L600, L700 but the fact that I wanted FM didn't favour the Motorola series. My budget was 3k. I didn't want to spend lavishly on some new gadget and blow up my li'l saved savings. So there was this new motorola basic model with FM with the price tag as 3k. It looked good enough but the listening volume wasn't good enough for me. With music blaring at full volume most of the times on my headphones, what do ya expect! Thus the shopping was a dud. Then my friends came by as we had planned for an hour or more of snooker before I had to leave for work. Boda said 'CC payment, buy what model you like dude'. I was tempted........oh boy was I tempted like hell. For the heck of it, went through the N series of Nokia models. Then decided 'no way, not another big budget fone fer moi!'. So then I saw some other models. Half n hour passed. NO NEW GADGET, DON"T BLOW YOUR MONEY etc..thoughts went outta the window flying away and ended up with :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few review links :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asia.cnet.com/reviews/mobilephones/0,39051199,39097446p,00.htm"&gt;http://asia.cnet.com/reviews/mobilephones/0,39051199,39097446p,00.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_w810-reviews-1402.php"&gt;http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_w810-reviews-1402.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-115428542939468146?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/115428542939468146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=115428542939468146&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/115428542939468146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/115428542939468146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-sony.html' title='It&apos;s a SONY'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-115385845102396576</id><published>2006-07-26T01:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-26T01:44:11.150+05:30</updated><title type='text'>har ghadi badal rahi hai..........</title><content type='html'>Har ghadi badal rahi hai roop zindagi.......&lt;br /&gt;chaaon hai kabhi...kabhi hai dhoop zindagi........&lt;br /&gt;har pal yahaan........jee bhar jeyo........&lt;br /&gt;jo hai sama...........................kal ho na ho........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A film close to my heart, in more ways than one, literally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-115385845102396576?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/115385845102396576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=115385845102396576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/115385845102396576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/115385845102396576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/07/har-ghadi-badal-rahi-hai.html' title='har ghadi badal rahi hai..........'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-115308474965258009</id><published>2006-07-17T02:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-17T03:20:52.733+05:30</updated><title type='text'>S's sister's marriage</title><content type='html'>While listening to my playlist of songs, here I blabber bout the marriage of S's sis........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a good piccy of S btw............HARHARHAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/1600/DSC02129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/320/DSC02129.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day was li'l work n lots of loafin around the marriage hall. Nothin much at all to blabber bout.&lt;br /&gt;Second day was the actual day the marriage takes place. There's one pic where the sis is cryin her lungs out coz of all the emotions involved and her bro is laughing out big time thinking 'what et eez! girls!'. lol! That's a really funny pic. I just got tired of taking pics of the groom n bride. Almost everytime I click, one of 'em is lookin busy, talkin to ppl around, listening to the other etc. Just close to MI IV I tell ya! One pic was good enough for a frame. My knees actually started hurting as I ended up taking at least a couple of hundred pics within a span of three to four hours! That's not easy with all the angles u gotta lean, bend etc...no pun intended here. :D Yea, tis moi telling that line! ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our gang of boyz found a room not occupied by anyone on the first floor of the marriage hall. Done.We were in. Got a new lock so that nobody can enter except our boyz. As almost everyone is obsessed with playin cards, so it started. Me not a fan of cards. So I just kept away as much as possible. Inside, we kinda came up with a 'code' for ppl knocking on the door. Coz if we let someone NOT supp to enter, it's gonna look bad with all the guys smoking (plain ciggies :D) and playin cards. The code word was gonna be the pwd for  ppl to utter to enter. It was...........'Diamond Queen'. Can't recall who exactly came up with this, but it was soooper! As my cousin wasn't allowed to play (each guy 50 bucks was the bet till everyone who reaches 250 points is filtered one by one..) he was the official scorer. Boy, was he passionate bout keepin the scores or what now! He ditched ciggies n caapi coz he was afraid somebody might become the official scorer, not that there were many who werent playing..hehehe...So I had an idea. Told the videographer to capture a short vid of all the boyz playing cards, without lettin 'em know it's gonna happen. So took him to the first floor as the photo session was over and marriage was 'official' now. Told him to wait by the side of the door while I knocked.There were three cousin sisters of S standing in front of the room next to ours discussin god knows what (It actually acted as a make shift make up room, butt obv!) ...I knock. Mah cuz from inside with his phirangee accent 'Password puhleez'. Me 'Open the door dumbass, can't say the pwd now'. Cuz 'Please enter the password to login'.Me 'grrrrrrr.open up!'. Cuz 'Last chance to enter the pwd, else the system will get locked'. Me 'grrrrrrrr.......DIAMOND QUEEN! There, open!'. Door opens. Just a sec before I enter, glanced to the left. One gal outta the three was staring tryin to decipher what the hell was happening in our room. It was soooooooo embarassing! Then called the videographer n he took a vid. Then the boyz became innovative with the pwd. Mission Kashmir, Operation Diamond racket etc.. It was real fun fer sure!&lt;br /&gt;Now it was night and time to hit the sack. One guy was feelin feverish. So took a walk with him to the medical shop after a heavy typical iyengari dinner. Belted big time.hehe..So this guy explains to the chemist 'Jaw pain, molar tooth pain, chin pain etc'. The guy at the counter said 'sir, I will give you two tabs. But these are ONLY temporary. Tomm morn first thing you should go to a doc. Mah friend said 'ok, will do that'. So he gives the two tabs n repeats the same line. friend says 'okkkk , will surely show to the doc tomm'. Gave him the money and when we turned away from the shop, the guy said 'what to do sir, nowadays even a mosquito bite can give you lotsa problems!'. I laughed loud and told mah friend 'dude, you have chicken guniya! ROFL!'. Thankfully it wasn't that. Come to think of it.........he still hasn't gone to the doc. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day was all bout work. Shift stuff from the marriage hall to one van which goes to the groom's place n shiftin stuff to another which was all the bride's stuff. An experience worth remembering fer sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's moi n S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/1600/DSC02605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/320/DSC02605.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-115308474965258009?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/115308474965258009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=115308474965258009&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/115308474965258009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/115308474965258009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/07/ss-sisters-marriage.html' title='S&apos;s sister&apos;s marriage'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-115170347552999564</id><published>2006-07-01T03:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-01T03:12:29.453+05:30</updated><title type='text'>tis time.</title><content type='html'>Aaj ki taazaa khabar. Apun ne MCSE karne ka decide karliya, kya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab above pe khabar . Apun ko wait karna maangta kya? kyun ke text books jo hain baahut caastly hai karke suna apun ne, kya! kutte kamine, main tera khoon peejaaonga! baaaaaaaaahut naainsaafi hai , kya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, I could've put it in a more 'professional' way. I am gonna do MCSE. &lt;gulp&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conv betn my n/w admin n moi :&lt;br /&gt;me : 'dood, me thinkin of doin MCSE. have suggestions of where i should learn the stuff from? i dont wanna spend money on the "well known" institutes coz i dont think anybody knows enough to teach others to get through well enough'&lt;br /&gt;admin : 'dont join any course man. You are techy enough. Just learn it on yer own. Am sure u will get through'&lt;br /&gt;moi : 'Yea? so what do I need? two comps with RJ45 eh?'&lt;br /&gt;admin : 'eggjatly, thats ALL you need to learn, apart from the fat textbook'&lt;br /&gt;moi : 'hmm........okay. what do you think it is? MS or CCNA?'&lt;br /&gt;admin : 'see, ccna is for the REAL techy geekos. not for you, not for me!'&lt;br /&gt;moi : 'yea, I can see the guy next to you is one of those u just mentioned'&lt;br /&gt;3rd guy : 'yenappa, nange kannada kotthu(mall guy, strugglin for words now!)&lt;br /&gt;moi : 'its okay, its really okay. I totally understand ur frustration in not being able to use appropriate words. I get ur point. chill. put ur headfones back on now. tata'&lt;br /&gt;admin : 'lol!'&lt;br /&gt;moi : 'so............ccna?'&lt;br /&gt;admin : 'ccna needs practical exposure. nopes. not recommended'&lt;br /&gt;moi : 'hmm..........k. MS it is'&lt;br /&gt;admin : "you know, its FASHIONABLE to hate MS.'&lt;br /&gt;moi  : 'agree I guess. its the IN thing, the YO thing to do. support 'open source''&lt;br /&gt;admin: 'eggjatly. ppl think they are doing somethin good just by sayin 'open source is the future maaaaaaaaaaan'&lt;br /&gt;me n admin: ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of conv. he had to push a new build.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..........MCSE or CCNA guys? whatcha think ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-115170347552999564?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/115170347552999564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=115170347552999564&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/115170347552999564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/115170347552999564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/07/tis-time.html' title='tis time.'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-115109720464716474</id><published>2006-06-24T02:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-24T02:43:24.666+05:30</updated><title type='text'>S's sister</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, sat..........mah best budd's sister's engagement was scheduled on oct second. BAM! News : Groom's grandmom is bedridden......chaos , nervousness all around. Reason :If there is a death in the family of either one, no celebration of any kind till the first death anniversary. Rules....&lt;br /&gt;So S's family decide to visit their native and go to the temple of their 'home god' . Doesn't make sense eh? Mane devru. See? Example of literal translation n proof it's neva gonna work! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's on his way back as he had told our local gang of boyz that he will b back by sunday night...Sends a msg to a few (Exact msg here) saying "Hopefully...tomorrow will be the engagement of my sister...don't call me now..will reach home and call back...foot have any of the appointments tomorrow". Now boda(one in the gang, the body builder) was perlplexed wht he meant by the msg. He sent me a msg saying  'Maga, decode that fucker's msg. I am not able to eat as I can't understand!' ROFL! Thanks to my extensive research on SMSs' (read 'have sent LOADS of msgs' :D) it was a spelling mistake if you still haven't figured it out. When you have the T9 Dictionary ON, foot comes first instead of dont.LMAO! So the msg was understood by one n all now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we were thinking 'what the hell is he talkin bout? How can it happen so suddenly now? What about the arrangements? This guy hasn't even reached bangalore yet!'. He reached around eleven something. Says everything should happen tomorrow guys, I don't know how we are gonna do it , but we should. It was not in english, this conversation. So it sounded a LOT more tense and not very confident too. Morning everyone is up, by eleven(reason - all concerned families of the bride all reach n ready) one city taxi booking is done for around 2 to take the bride to the groom's house and his mom's elder sister's family as they are officially gonna 'give away the bride'. One more car of a friend to drop off all the pooja materials.S goes with the pooja materials and asks us 'you guys not goin anywhere right? Nobody comin with me to drop these off?'. I said 'why do you want one more guy? Not needed. You go, drop this off n get back n call one of us'. Then the next step....................................We all went to play snooker. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometime after noon me n S decided to check for some iyengari catering service for dinner that night. Checked with 'kadamba' and they said they will do it. Rate was seventy friggin bucks for hardly six items! Two only were 'unlimited' officially. It was for around sixty ppl. No other option, so we just took it as the groom's family were very particular about iyengari's preparing the iyengari food....That's one thing done. Now one citi taxis' to do two trips to take all concerned families of the bride to the groom's place. So by S's friend we got it booked for half a day for 800 bucks. Not an awesome deal, but not a bad one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All reach the groom's place. S running around inside the house for ....................nothing. Basically he wanted things to work. Poor guy. Everybody understood his situation. At the same time, the groom's elder bro walks by and we exchange pleasantries............understanding S's predicament and nervousness, we made a decision then n there.......................................................................we asked for coffee. LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are all standing outside as if we were waiting for the dictator to give us tasks to 'execute'. I had got my sony digital camera. Sure did come in handy as it was the only one from the bride's side. Chairs were being put in place after the 'shaamiyaana' was 'erected'. Is there any other word I could've used here? :D Sounds very umm.........neva mind, I know all of ya got the point! lol! Some relative of the groom was doing this. I got a li'l ticked off and asked the guys standin n chattin there...'hello! need to get to work!' Chairs done. I asked for a cloth to clean the chairs as there was a lotta dust. I just started one by one. There were a couple of dozen chairs at the most. S comes out with my camera from the inside n takes a shot of me 'working hard'. Tells the groom who was standing beside him 'Look at him go! I haven't seen him do any cleaning at home! ROFL!'. I said 'Hello! Did anybody ASK you that question? So shut up already man!' hehehe. So I give a pose with the dirty cloth on my right shoulder. Cleaning done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groom n bride finish all the crap parts ( God knows what all they are made to do. They just sit there n .................do nothing! lol! and now tis time for them to exchange rings. Yea, this is a typical iyengari hindu engagement. Why rings you ask me? How do I know! I was there to just say 'hey looki here' n 'click!'. That was what I wanted to do at that time. Now the bride is searchin fer her bro. He's nowhere to be found. I run out n check. No sight of him. Come in, they waited for roughly a min then just exchanged rings. I was very confused. I didn't know what to do. There was one more digital camera capturing the moments. But it was not a sony, it was a friggin canon! (Sorry, me a die hard Sony fan!). I was about to switch to video mode thinking the other camera would have the snaps anyway. But decide otherwise and switch to photo mode. Good two snaps. Both look like duplicates, diff being who's extending the hand to get the ring, vice versa. So that's good photography. Yay! Now the groom's elder bro's wife was also having a third digital camera. Again a canon. !@#$%^&amp;*())(*&amp;amp;^%$#@! So there was definite competition as to who would capture with just the right angle. Either she's sittin n me standing right behind or vice versa after a coupe of mins with all the ppl inside. It was tough to stand at an acute angle! So I thought to myself .........'oh yea? Wait till the results come up!'. ;))  S's office colleagues reach around early evening. I knew one of 'em and we had a very funny conversation which lasted ten secs! ROFL! He came n I said 'hey, see that ur also on orkut now! lol! Have fun!'. He replies back 'What to do, our boss (S) created my profile!'. Now..............S's profile was created by moi! LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catering guys...............lol. This was 'so near yet so far' redifined fer sure! We had asked them to deliver at half past seven. It was seven and no signs. One of the gang guys calls the hotel n he informed us that the vehicle left ten mins back so within 20 more mins should reach. They had confusion as the groom's place wasn't exactly in the heart of the city, or the liver of the city, or the pancreas of the city or the..........well, you got the point right ? :D He called one of us and we all started walkin towards the main road to guide him. In the meanwhile, he calls up the landline of the groom's place. Somebody picks up and couldn't decipher who was calling and for what. We reach the main road, waiting for the guy to call any of the cell numbers as he didn't have one for us to call n guide him. Ten mins up, no calls. A couple of autos right in front of us. We were waiting for the caterer's vehicle. Five more mins passby and nothing. Now one guy from the auto nearest to us comes up n asks us 'Saar, where is this address?'. Yes, they were the caterers! lol! The guy was in the auto for almost twenty mins and we were in front all the time. ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 'procedures' done successfully. It was a fockin smash hit with absolutely no hiccups! I asked for a laptop to transfer images as I have only a 512MB card. Got an obsolete laptop thankfully having a USB port. Transferred the first set. Now nothing much left but dinner and after for the next set of photos. So was fooling around taking photos of guys belting round after round of awesome dinner, with an amazing curd rice n pickles.*Drooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool*. We were in a corner with very less light. One guy was sitting on a chair and the rest of us around him talkin, jokin around. I had finished eating real fast as I was famished. So switched to video mode. Moved to capture everybody standing around me then slowly to the guy on the chair. Now the chair had absolutely no light as lots of ppl surrounded it. The guy Y sitting on the chair isn't exactly aamir khan's complexion..........As I couldn't see anything , I asked him 'Y, show yer teeth'. As there was a decent decible of talkin around, he couldn't hear n was also busy makin jokes n stuff with the other guys. Once more, me 'Y, show yer teeth'. This time he is like 'wha??'. Third time 'Y, show yer teeth!'. Replies 'Showing man!'. Not even ONE FRIGGIN WHITE TOOTH seen in the camera! We still trip on this clip. Now I rhyme, should I rap or just stop this crap with rap? ROFLMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, engagement execution completed successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, today's friday so watched 'KRRISH'. It was entertaining alright. Watchable once for the good special effects made by the same guys who did it for 'Independence Day' and a couple of other hollywood movies. Somehow couldn't help but think I was watching a rajnikant tamil movie's hindi version due to the 'mind blowing' scenes with graphics. LOL! See it to believe it. Tis too much. One scene in the climax is unfockinbelievable when the villian shoots two bullets to two ppl standing around five feet from each other................it's sooper! LMBO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This marriage is preponed to the 10th, 11th n 12th of July!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-115109720464716474?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/115109720464716474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=115109720464716474&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/115109720464716474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/115109720464716474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/06/ss-sister.html' title='S&apos;s sister'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-115004348058328580</id><published>2006-06-11T22:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:16:22.596+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just another day for you and me in paradise.......</title><content type='html'>Around eleven am......date : The day I had planned to watch The Da Vinci Code / MI - III ........oh yea, date : 11th June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A call to landline @home from a cell. I was listening to 'White Zombie - Children of the grave' around 60% of the volume from the Creative 2.1 on the comp. That is loud would be an understatement and most of you guys who have a creative would agree. lol! I reduce the volume way down n pick up the call.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hello?&lt;br /&gt;X : Hello, can I speak to Vijayakala please? (My mom's name is V...)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Um...she's not here. Can I know who's speaking?&lt;br /&gt;X : My name's D..... When can I talk to her?&lt;br /&gt;Me : She will be back in around an hour. Any message?&lt;br /&gt;X : Actually, I got this number from O*Y#RIWQRE marriage society. So I called up.......&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh, okay. She's gone to the same place right now. You can call her after an hour or so I guess.&lt;br /&gt;X : May I know who I am speaking to?&lt;br /&gt;Me : This is Raghu&lt;br /&gt;X : ok.....................................(expecting some response I guess......)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Okay then. You can call after an hour I guess. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;click&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a VERY normal conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. S: I am the groom to be. The call was from one of the brides to be. :"&gt;:"&gt;:"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official now. The 'hunt' is ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I knew her name and I knew it was her who had called. So I could've spoke. But my mind was on MI III. Guess I am what I am, weird! ROFLMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can start making fun of me now.&lt;/click&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-115004348058328580?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/115004348058328580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=115004348058328580&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/115004348058328580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/115004348058328580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-another-day-for-you-and-me-in.html' title='Just another day for you and me in paradise.......'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-114966269620484883</id><published>2006-06-07T12:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-07T12:14:56.210+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.riya.com/riyasearch.swf?site=www.riya.com&amp;btnSearch=btnSearch&amp;searchText=KEIRA%20KNIGHTLEY&amp;acct=2lB41MDoIUmB2bHIcQhsOIbB417KB429F39CrqUoK" quality="high" menu="false" scale="noscale" width="180" height="190" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-114966269620484883?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/114966269620484883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=114966269620484883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114966269620484883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114966269620484883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-114850438674370773</id><published>2006-05-25T02:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-25T03:03:12.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'>kids of today........</title><content type='html'>Came a li'l late to work today. Reason with visuals below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost four in the evening. Me in the night shifts for this week. I could get shut eye only from 7 am to 11 am. It's almost 2 am now. Eyes gettin heavy already.....neways..&lt;br /&gt;So my mom comes up to me and says vaishnavi n ramya are gettin the make up done. They want to dance to the song before their summer vacations are over. I said : okay, lemme charge the batteries of my camera. After the make up, the two gals who are in the fifth std came back with full enthu to dance to a song from the kannada movie aapthamithra. Song is called raa raa.......as in come come......no pun intended. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how they looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/1600/turned.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/320/turned.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw vaishnavi's performance at the end of their summer camp.......I was almost dumbfounded! I asked her 'When did you learn to do all THIS now?' lol! She said, 'Of course I know how to dance. This isn't my first performance'. Topic closed. I had nothing more to say! She dances really really well, and when I use really really , albeit it doesn't appeal to the english grammar, I mean REALLY REALLY WELL! ROFL! I suggested to her grandmom to send her to bharatnatyam classes. Vaishnavi isn't too keen as she's more of the 'western' dance oriented. On the other hand ( or leg, whichever makes ya happy ) ramya knows a li'l bit of bharatnatyam. But she can't dance the 'western' style to save her life. I then started to realize why one person can't be perfect at anything. It makes sense after all.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested that we go up to the terrace of the next building and they can dance there. Daylight with ample space to prance around. The minute I suggested, bam! power cut in our lane. So no other alternative. Went n bought batteries for the tape recorder, borrowed an emergency lamp from my local nicotime adda shop.Came back to the terrace. audience from just four or five was around a dozen. Found out that the emergency lamp wasn't bright enough. Flop show! There was a store room on the terrace. Got it opened. Saw a 60 watt bulb there. Tried to unhook it, dragged the electricity line till the door. power was back on now. Not enough light to make them dance on the terrace as it was around 8 pm already. flop show number two! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided that only option was to make them do their bit in our hall. Place packed with all families. So I started recording their performances. So after the first song and two dozen images, I had to recharge the battery and even transfer all the vids n images to the comp. The two gals had a younger bro each. Here they are. One of THE cutest pics I've even captured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/1600/DSC01539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/320/DSC01539.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/1600/DSC01554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/320/DSC01554.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They danced to four songs and each time I had to say 'ten minutes break. Battery to be charged again'. Nobody groaned. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, that took me out. All the running around , getting things done quickly , assist them to dance a li'l back as there was less space in the hall. Someone from the gang said at the end of it all.....Raghu is the director, producer, cameraman and the audience too. lol! That made me laugh. Finally transferred all to the comp n burnt a dvd. Dvd had both mpg n jpgs. So mpgs didn't play on my dvd player. Got the laptop, showed the vids there. Time was already around half past nine. Got ready in a jiffy. I always think of the line 'Somebody STOPPPPPPP ME!' from The Mask when I have to get ready in a hurry. hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-114850438674370773?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/114850438674370773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=114850438674370773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114850438674370773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114850438674370773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/05/kids-of-today.html' title='kids of today........'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-114787744309585066</id><published>2006-05-17T20:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-17T20:20:43.106+05:30</updated><title type='text'>after a long time............a very short post. lol!</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I posted something that's not more than two or three lines. Damn! Lost one line already! ROFL! Just watched the lightning and drizzle outside, took a short walk and ate my favorite, corn with some salt n chilli powder combo.......mouth watering...drooooooooooooooooooooooool! There. Three lines over. "The End" / "Shubham" / "It's just the beginning".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/1600/corn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/320/corn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-114787744309585066?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/114787744309585066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=114787744309585066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114787744309585066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114787744309585066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/05/after-long-timea-very-short-post-lol.html' title='after a long time............a very short post. lol!'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-114741111888282401</id><published>2006-05-12T10:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-12T10:48:38.913+05:30</updated><title type='text'>coorg trip anecdote</title><content type='html'>How did I miss this one?!?!? Neways, gang of four went to coorg to a place called Honey Valley. As I had very very rarely 'ventured' outta blr, it was something I looked forward to. Stayed for three nights. First night, after the regular 'rituals' we were just lying down. Two guys were listening to their kinda metal music on their mp3 players. I was too sleepy so dozed off. At around half past one, the guy (who's studying herpetology) actually saw something in the dark. Me n the fourth were asleep. So the one who saw something slitering told the other guy to check what it was. It was a snake, albeit a small one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one (who saw) woke me up from my deep slumber and told me 'snake! snake!' . As they were fans of AIC(Alice In Chains) I thought must be some stupid song that he's raving about in the middle of the night as we were all tripping. I told him 'yea, yea. okay' and closed my eyes again. 'Snake snake! Get up man, look at this snake!'. BAM! Me 'what the!!??!, where!?!?'. Lights on, action time!. The one identifies the "model" ...err..the species and says 'I think this is blah blah blah!(don't remember. At 2 in the morning, who would?!? lol! ) so then I take out my cam. One more digital SLR also out. The fourth guy asked him 'Sure right? It's blah blah so it's not poisonous?'.The one 'Yea yea'. So the fourth catches it by the tail. It was hardly two feet, but he actually had to drag it as it was really powerful for it's size!. Then after the capture it! session was over, it bit the guy as it was really irritated with all the lights. Ironically, it is supposed to be one of the most docile ones! Then the fourth guy is a wee bit scared.....asked the one again 'Maccha, it bit me ra!'. The one replies 'Yea, now we can be sure that if you don't die, it's the same one that I identified' . LMBO! The fourth one replies 'My pop will sue you till you are bankrupt if that's the case'. ROFL! Actually, the one was sure. But heck, it was a night to remember alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics of a song I like listening to when I'm a little out of sorts. Gets me back to reality. The Matrix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut my life into pieces&lt;br /&gt;I've reached my last resort, suffocation, no breathing&lt;br /&gt;Don't give a fuck if I cut my arms bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Would it be wrong, would it be right&lt;br /&gt;If I took my life tonight, chance are that I might&lt;br /&gt;Mutilation out of sight and I'm contemplating suicide&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's alright, nothing is fine&lt;br /&gt;I'm running and I'm crying&lt;br /&gt;I never realized I was spread too thin&lt;br /&gt;Till it was too late and I was empty within&lt;br /&gt;Hungry, feeding on chaos and living in sin&lt;br /&gt;Downward spiral, where do I begin&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I lost my mother&lt;br /&gt;No love for myself and no love for another&lt;br /&gt;Searching to find a love upon a higher level&lt;br /&gt;Finding nothing but questions and devils&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's alright, nothing is fine&lt;br /&gt;I'm running and I'm crying&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on living this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although one line is not true / liked by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most awesome songs ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  All the teachin' in da world today&lt;br /&gt;All the little girls fillin' up da world today&lt;br /&gt;When the good comes to bad, the bad comes to good&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a live my life like i should&lt;br /&gt;Now da critics wanna hit it&lt;br /&gt;This hit? How we did it, just because they don't get it&lt;br /&gt;But I'll stay fitted, new era commited&lt;br /&gt;Now this red cap gets a rap from these critics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do we always gotta cry&lt;br /&gt;Do we always gotta live inside a lie&lt;br /&gt;Life's just a blast cuz its movin' really fast&lt;br /&gt;So ya better stay on top or life'll kick you in the ass&lt;br /&gt;Follow me into a solo&lt;br /&gt;Remember that, kid, so whatcha wanna do&lt;br /&gt;And where ya gonna run when your stari'n down the cable of my mic&lt;br /&gt;Pointed at yo grill like a gun&lt;br /&gt;Limp Bizkit is rockin' the set&lt;br /&gt;It's like russian roulette when you're placin' your bet&lt;br /&gt;So don't be upset when you're broke and you're done&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm a be the one till I jet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why you wanna hate me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately&lt;br /&gt;And now you wanna hate me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody really know the secret&lt;br /&gt;Or the combination for this life and where they keep it&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda sad when you don't know the meaning&lt;br /&gt;But everything happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what i should say&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm an idiot, a loser&lt;br /&gt;A microphone abuser&lt;br /&gt;I analyze every second I exist&lt;br /&gt;Beatin' up my mind every second with my fist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody wanna run&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wanna hide from da gun&lt;br /&gt;You can dig a rat through this life if you want&lt;br /&gt;But you can't dig the edge off a knife (no sir)&lt;br /&gt;And now you want your money back&lt;br /&gt;But you're denied, cuz your brain's fried from the sack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there aint nothin' i could do&lt;br /&gt;Cuz life is a lesson, you'll learn it when you're through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why you wanna hate me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately&lt;br /&gt;And now you wanna hate me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... I... know... why (now I know why you wanna hate me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why you wanna hate me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately&lt;br /&gt;And now you wanna hate me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-114741111888282401?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/114741111888282401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=114741111888282401&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114741111888282401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114741111888282401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/05/coorg-trip-anecdote.html' title='coorg trip anecdote'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-114685975767751933</id><published>2006-05-06T01:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-13T09:49:32.281+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life is a full circle.......</title><content type='html'>As I can't think of anything, here's my life history of diseases. For those who wanna comment, plzzzzzzzzzz don't pity and give advice.This is purely for my own sadistic / weird satisfaction that I'm posting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my childhood days, I recollect going to a Mr.Benakappa who was a child specialist. I was adviced to take a tablet at a particular time everyday for five years. Remotely remember taking it at six in the evening. Reason : Convulsion. Convulsion is the infancy of 'fits' so it's referred to as convulsion for kids(as far as my logic goes obv :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school time. Jaundice. Pretty chilled out disease actually. Drink loadsa sugarcane juice n chill out at home. hehe. One more in high school. Apendictis time. This was really insulting to say the least. Why? Read on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on one of the beds in the hospital. A team of students just finishing their medical came to check the records of all patients. A few real pretty chicks in the gang of a dozen. Then the head of the gang comes to my bed, reads my history...explains to the team. Takes out a reynolds 045, pulls down my underwear (NOT fully, just a wee bit mind you!) and then actually draws a circle where the apendictis is supposed to have overgrown ( so it pains like hell if u just use ur finger to touch it!) and to top it all off, puts a X in the circle! D-UH! That was really embarassing. The pain of the pain, the pain of the pretty chicks lookin at the circle.......:(( bastards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year 2003. Sunday , Jan 3rd. Morning 7 am. Cricket time. Opened the batting for our local team. As I used to smoke easily a pack and a half per day in those days, wasn't the best runner in the team, but not a bad runner too. First six balls, all faced by me, all two runs. Panting for breath. End of over. Second over starts. The other guy on strike now. We take a single. Me badly tryin to breathe. Squat and tryin to breathe in. Finding it difficult......need a runner for sure. My best friend and one more friend at the leg umpire's position. Me gesturing towards them.......asking for a runner. BAM! Everything is fuzzy. The whole friggin ground starts spinning right in front of me. I feel weak in my legs.....can't stand............need to rest.........can't hold the bat any longer.......thwump!face first into the ground, bat still in hand. Lights out! After a few mins, can't open my eyes, but can hear loads of ppl talking around me.One is saying 'open your eyes', one 'take some water n drink it', one 'have tender coconut' etc...Then slowly regained consciousness. All guys around me shit scared. No idea what happened. Least of all I had no idea what had happened! Literally struggle to carry me to the auto. Nearest nursing home. Sister pokes an injection into the bone of my right hand. My wrist isn't exactly 'big' ya see. I scream. "OWW! Sister, please be careful with that! You are hurting my bone!". Sister "Please sir, just keep quiet will you? I know what I'm doing". Me thinkin, "bi***!". Next to mallya hospital.After the initial xrays, scans...the head surgeon comes in .....has a look. First words to me 'Do you smoke?' . I have no idea how I answered this till date. My exact words were 'I love to smoke'. Doc jokingly slaps me n tells ppl around me 'Kids of today. Look at his audacity. He is telling me that he loves to smoke in the ICU!'. Then the regular stuff happened. Not too keen to type all of it. Something about a filter inserted into the chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the better part of this sad friggin post.................hehehe...hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.callcentermovie.com/"&gt;Click!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-114685975767751933?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/114685975767751933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=114685975767751933&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114685975767751933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114685975767751933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-is-full-circle.html' title='Life is a full circle.......'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-114657456898271918</id><published>2006-05-02T18:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-02T18:47:15.526+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bap Kennedy - Moonlight Kiss</title><content type='html'>I can feel my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it's fit to burst&lt;br /&gt;I try to clean it up&lt;br /&gt;But I just get worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could fall&lt;br /&gt;On a night like this&lt;br /&gt;Into your lovin' arms&lt;br /&gt;For a moonlight kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;In the evenin' sky&lt;br /&gt;On a lonesome cloud&lt;br /&gt;That was driftin' by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could fall&lt;br /&gt;On a night like this&lt;br /&gt;Into your lovin' arms&lt;br /&gt;For a moonlight kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got someone else&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's for the best&lt;br /&gt;Since I took the cure&lt;br /&gt;For happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd trade it all&lt;br /&gt;On a night like this&lt;br /&gt;For your lovin' arms&lt;br /&gt;And a moonlight kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your lovin' arms&lt;br /&gt;And a moonlight kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' arms&lt;br /&gt;And a moonlight kiss&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Seger - We've got tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s late, I know you’re weary&lt;br /&gt;I know your plans don’t include me&lt;br /&gt;Still here we are, both of us lonely&lt;br /&gt;Longing for shelter from all that we see&lt;br /&gt;Why should we worry, no one will care girl&lt;br /&gt;Look at the stars so far away&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got tonight, who needs tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got tonight babe&lt;br /&gt;Why don’ t we stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my soul, I’ve been so lonely&lt;br /&gt;All of my hopes, fading away&lt;br /&gt;I’ve longed for love, like everyone else does&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll keep searching, after today&lt;br /&gt;So there it is girl, I’ve got it all now&lt;br /&gt;And here we are babe, what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got tonight, who needs tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got tonight babe&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t we stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s late, I know you’re weary&lt;br /&gt;I know your plans don’t include me&lt;br /&gt;Still here we are, both of us lonely&lt;br /&gt;Both of us lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got tonight, who needs tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Let’s make it last, let’s find a way&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the light, come take my hand now&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got tonight babe&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t we stay?&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got tonight babe&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t we stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of the awesome songs which was used in 'The Wonder Years' ......nostalgia time. All guys in love with 'Wini Cooper'......those were the days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-114657456898271918?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/114657456898271918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=114657456898271918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114657456898271918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114657456898271918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/05/bap-kennedy-moonlight-kiss.html' title='Bap Kennedy - Moonlight Kiss'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-114643846742504443</id><published>2006-05-01T04:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-01T04:42:11.830+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/1600/lior-fcf-sig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/320/lior-fcf-sig.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/1600/news.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/320/news.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily one of the best all time shows to have run SUCH a long time successfully! HILARIOUS! Just got this link from a forum. Heard joey say 'I'm pretty wisdomous'.........laughed out loud at work! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, chandler muriel bing anyday! Just my kinda humor!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the rest were too much to sit n type. IF anybody can somehow save ALL The sounds on the link, I would be indebted forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.cox.net/tojohnp/friends.html"&gt;Link!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-114643846742504443?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/114643846742504443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=114643846742504443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114643846742504443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114643846742504443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/05/friends.html' title='FRIENDS!'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-114616573300919280</id><published>2006-04-28T00:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:52:13.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Calvin and Hobbes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scot1and.net/%7Edan/calvin_hobbes/index.htm"&gt;Calvin and Hobbes complete!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c-and-h.livejournal.com/"&gt;Calvin and Hobbes day to day!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a productive day. Proof is given above. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I have nothing to write. Very good. I have been on orkut for the whole shift. Didn't even do the reports I was supposed to do. It's a pain. Nevertheless, orkut has been fun. Now I need some new topics. All topics of my interest have been a real good joy to scrap/post. Found out that a whole lotta bangalore guys n gals are on orkut. That was something I could've neva guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friend have been contemplating on getting a premium account &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.de/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. This is easily the most used site to download stuff from, especially movies/shows/vids. Roughly 500 bucks a month. I am just waiting for the tata indicom guys to tell me that they can provide a net connection at my area. 128kbps unlimited is 1.3k / month. Affordable if the speed is at least above 90 and the download is around 25kbps. Then I shall get an account for myself. Get my wife up and running and put movies big time for download. Thanks to torrents, a lot of rare movies are available online in a decent print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call my desktop my wife. All my close friends know that. So they also know that my wife has been fighting life and death for more than six months now! My friends argued that as I now have a 'keep' (read laptop :D) I am ignoring my sick wife. I know my wife, she's the best! Once she gets a new heart and lungs, things are gonna be just like the good ol' days! Multi tasking ( stop thinking pervertedly now! LMBO! ) downloads, kick ass effect from the creative 2.1 speakers..........sigh, now I suddenly miss her even MORE! :(( I will neva give up on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once someone asked me 'So, hows life?'. This is one of the first times I was asked this question, so it's been a real long time. I replied instinctively 'Where can I download a full version for free?' and the other person just walked away. Must've thought.............I'm deaf! ROFL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-114616573300919280?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/114616573300919280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=114616573300919280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114616573300919280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114616573300919280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/04/calvin-and-hobbes.html' title='Calvin and Hobbes!'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-114589562396144891</id><published>2006-04-24T21:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-24T22:33:10.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Chennai trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;First of all, some CnH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.ucomics.com/comics/ch/1995/ch950422.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 586px; height: 162px;" src="http://images.ucomics.com/comics/ch/1995/ch950422.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chennai trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and three more friends went to a colleague's wedding. The bride was a colleague too = Dove marriage. Christian wedding in chennai. I thought I might as well shop for some DVDs on the way back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So reached around noon, had one a/c room ( Did I mention chennai weather / environment sucks?! ) so bought not so chilled beer. Then left to the church. Reached right on cue. Bride arrives. I was *almost* mouth wide open. I know the bride. So it was a li'l hard to recognize it was really her. Bridesmaids were full ready with their respective partners. Groom was inside by the time the bride arrived. Amid a li'l chaos the bride enters with music in the background...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set foot inside and I was ......enchanted! Probably the only word that can describe close to what I felt. The ambience, decorations were all in place. What is the thing in a church that makes me feel enchanted? ......was what I was thinking....and started to observe logical reasons to the question. The white paint with mellow yellow bulb lights sure makes a helluva difference in a large hall! Then comes the artificial flowers decorated with makeshift 'doors'. There were three leading to the altar. Orange colored. Again, perfect color combo for a large space. The chandeliers were also awefockingsome. I was happy I figured out the reasons, at least part of them. The cermony began.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They exchanged vows. Probably the only part I disliked about the whole thing was when the priest made it a point to repeat the line 'I always say there is a difference between a family and a CHRISTIAN family' three or four times in a span of a few minutes. What the!?!? was what I was thinking. A family is a just a social unit living together, mostly relatives most of the time according to our country. What can be the difference now , huh? That apart, it was an awe-inspiring experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vows exchanged, it's legal now. Both of them seemed so happy, I was trying to decide for whom I felt more happier. The bride, who's a close friend of mine or the groom , whom I've known for more than five years now. But I was happy for THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came the hall where they cut the cake, have their first dance etc..(Is there a name for this place/ritual now??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake was cut. There was a local band (kicktheass!) who played 'only you' by the king himself. They played all the songs they did purrfectly. Bridesmaids+partner started. Groom n Bride joined. Slowly swaying to the music.......bride's head on the groom's shoulder......that must've been such a nice feeling....I moved inside the dancers n captured the bride n groom dancing for almost the whole song. I was gradually too far as I had to come out of the crowd. Nevertheless, I captured their first ever dance together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One funny thing happened next.....Groom gets up to thank everyone involved. Knowing him, he had just the right words to say to everyone. "Last but not the least, the extraordinary woman I've known in my life, k..." was his last paragraph. After he was done, a family friend announced that it was the bride's turn and said 'We don't want the groom to have the last word, do we?'. I laughed. I was completely immersed now, peeking from behind the crowd. Bride gets up n says 'Thank you for letting me have the last word'...a pause..laughter again. Then she just finished her part of thanking the ppl involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band started some peppy songs. ALL the gals there seem to know salsa! I was so surprised to say the least. A couple were easily the best. Their daughter used to come n pester them by pulling her mom's hand. It was nice to watch.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the hard part....drinks on the house! Yep, that was the hard part....unbelievable but true. We were sweating under the humidity at 9 in the early night...and no beer! But obviously a good decision as beer would've got over very very very soon! tehehe ;)&lt;br /&gt;Tried a li'l whisky with coke, one sip and I couldn't. My friend tried vodka with sprite, same status. So had some dinner n headed back to our lodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yes, we were supposed to go shopping the next day. We found we just had money for lunch n to head back to our homes. So cancelled, searched for beer as cold as possible, one bottle and slept amongst our sweaty pillows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing.....while on the train, the TC had a tiff with some guys who were next to us. He came to check our tickets n started muttering aloud...(in tamil) 'these ppl sir, they think they can get away with anything. Some guy says he knows Mr.X, Y n Z. So I told him to keep his 'contacts' with him as it is of no use here.' I said 'Yes, it's like the joke in the tamil movie 'I know the DIG very well.................(all men around including constables show respect).........but the DIG has no idea who I am!' lol! It's funny in tamil, believe me. Everyone around us laughed. My friend asked the TC 'Sir, will the train stop anywhere for like around ten mins?'. TC 'No, it won't. Why?' . Friend 'Nothing sir,just wanted to know'. Me 'Sir, won't the train stop for a few minutes somewhere along the journey?'. TC 'Sir, why do you want to know?'. Me 'Dumm sir, dumm'. TC 'You wanna buy or smoke them?'. Me ' I have. But want to have a smoke sometime along the way'. TC 'No problem sir, you can go to the loo and smoke there'. Me (fullto respect n all now)'Sir, am asking your permission to go n have a smoke in the loo now'. TC (impressed!) 'Sure sir, go ahead. Please don't embarass me further!'. hawhawhaw. Had my smoke, came back n slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew..am damn sure I had a whole lot to describe but just can't get them right. So that was our chennai experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-114589562396144891?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/114589562396144891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=114589562396144891&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114589562396144891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114589562396144891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/04/chennai-trip.html' title='The Chennai trip'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-114563156965653000</id><published>2006-04-21T20:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-21T20:31:53.713+05:30</updated><title type='text'>duh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/1600/ch950421.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 510px; height: 188px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/320/ch950421.1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a while since I scribbled using the keyboard. Our CEO was down here and basically everybody wanted to know when he's leaving. Now you can imagine the pressure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he's gone, it's better. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to chennai tomm morn first thing to attend a former colleague's marriage. The bad........his wife from tomm is a better friend with me. Obviously when you get married, it hurts to know that. But marriage is a pretext or rather a secondary priority. I wanna go shopping for DVDs in 'paris (parry's?) corner. A stretch of around two kms with ONLY pirated DVD shops. Each shop is of the exact same size, a door size in width and double the length. But the rates are damn cheap compared to bangalore rates. And I thought 100 bucks for a DVD is cheap! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis that time of the month ( no pun intended! ) for ME ie., no money to buy cigarrettes too! tch tch...........standard of living........directly proportional to the salary you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to scribble on the keyboard. Not too enthusiastic today too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-114563156965653000?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/114563156965653000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=114563156965653000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114563156965653000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114563156965653000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/04/duh.html' title='duh'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-114528101987947542</id><published>2006-04-17T19:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-17T19:28:18.746+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>In &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hindu_mythology" title="Hindu mythology"&gt;Hindu mythology&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Raghu&lt;/b&gt; was a valorous king of the Ikshavaku dynasty. The name in sanskrit translates to &lt;i&gt;the fast one&lt;/i&gt;, deriving from Raghu's chariot driving abilities. So celebrated were the expliots of Raghu, that his dynasty itself came to be known as the &lt;i&gt;Raghuvamsha&lt;/i&gt; or the &lt;i&gt;Raghukula&lt;/i&gt; after him. The history of his dynasty is elaborated upon by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kalidasa" title="Kalidasa"&gt;Kalidasa&lt;/a&gt; in his &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raghuvamsha" title="Raghuvamsha"&gt;Raghuvamsha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. The lineage described in the &lt;i&gt;Raghuvamsha&lt;/i&gt; goes thus: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dileepa" title="Dileepa"&gt;Dileepa&lt;/a&gt; was the father of &lt;b&gt;Raghu&lt;/b&gt;, who was the father of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aja_%28Hindu_mythology%29" title="Aja (Hindu mythology)"&gt;Aja&lt;/a&gt;, who was the father of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dasaratha" title="Dasaratha"&gt;Dasaratha&lt;/a&gt;, who was the father of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rama" title="Rama"&gt;Rama&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something new I learnt today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "news" comes from a special use of the plural of the word "new" and not, as the common backronym claims, from the four cardinal directions (north, east, west, and south). Old spellings of the word varied widely—newesse, newis, nevis, neus, newys, niewes, newis, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that simply something that you always thought you knew and turns out wrong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-114528101987947542?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/114528101987947542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=114528101987947542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114528101987947542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114528101987947542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/04/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-114507549171712127</id><published>2006-04-15T09:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-29T09:40:45.183+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ways of killing time...it always gets better!</title><content type='html'>The weekend ...is finally here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing to rejoice as my bank balance is not four digits. So  it's not hard to  imagine what the extent of  spending would be, if any. Snooker has been my 'latest' passion although I must admit I have spent a BOMB in the last 8-10 months tryin it out. I must say am pretttttttttty good now. ;) Yesterday was one of the worst performances ever. Now that I am out of the 'owl' shift most of the times, it's really hard to stay awake in the afternoons and I end up sleeping at 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is hectic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/1600/dload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/320/dload.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean to say you actually believed me when I said it? lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-114507549171712127?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/114507549171712127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=114507549171712127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114507549171712127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114507549171712127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/04/ways-of-killing-timeit-always-gets.html' title='Ways of killing time...it always gets better!'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-114499748087640766</id><published>2006-04-14T12:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-14T12:21:20.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Marty casey - Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don’t want to go through this life,&lt;br /&gt;Without you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;I got it all worked out&lt;br /&gt;In my head.&lt;br /&gt;Here’s how it’s got to be:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’ll be you and me,&lt;br /&gt;Up in the trees,&lt;br /&gt;And the forest will give us the answers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We, we’ll make believe,&lt;br /&gt;In a world we rule together.&lt;br /&gt;We can build our dreams,&lt;br /&gt;With a knot tied tight,&lt;br /&gt;To last forever.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’ll be you and me,&lt;br /&gt;Up in the trees,&lt;br /&gt;And the forest will give us the answers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’ll be you and I, up in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a combination for disaster.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;We got one shot,&lt;br /&gt;So where do we go from here?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’ll be you and me,&lt;br /&gt;Up in the trees,&lt;br /&gt;And the forest will give us the answers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’ll be you and I, up in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a combination for disaster.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And I know,&lt;br /&gt;there’s more for us in this life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Must be around the 30th time that I've been listenin to this one at full volume.&lt;/p&gt;Pearl jam last kiss playing now............................&lt;br /&gt;I love my love, my life ..............that night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-114499748087640766?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/114499748087640766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=114499748087640766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114499748087640766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114499748087640766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/04/marty-casey-trees.html' title='Marty casey - Trees'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-114498172290617118</id><published>2006-04-14T07:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-14T09:08:52.486+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Padmabhushana Dr. Raj aka Annavru passes away ......</title><content type='html'>So it was the day when Dr.Raj passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/1600/12raj-film15a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/320/12raj-film15a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a common public man, had to stay put at home the whole day and trust me, you get tired big time doing this.  Managed to get hold of some whisky and three guys went to a fourth guys place for the night to sit n bore ourselves to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'host' got a lot 'tight' after drinkin raw whisky which was after around a quarter already. Asks me 'why are you so egoistic?' I just replied I guess it's something in me, so can't help it sometimes. The conversation developed big time, and it reached a stage where he said 'I am far more intellectual than you dude'. I replied 'Whatever makes you happy maccha'. He asked me to repeat whatever I had told him at the start of the conversation over n over again. After the fourth time, I got ticked off. Said 'you need to listen dude, you are just hearing me'. As it's a known fact between our gang that I haven't 'been there, done it' , he thought he would steer the conversation using this and started asking 'Maccha, how many babes have you screwed till now?' which was absolutely nonsense and obviously I tried to ignore the comment. But it so happened that every line I had and he had no answer, he used the same line. It was almost half past midnight..... I said that life is not ALL about screwing babes and is a lot more. He started the same line again. Then he goes on...'So you are taking fatso's side on this huh?'? I said yea, coz he too thinks you relate many irrelevant things to screwing babes in life. He 'You have food at my place and support HIM!'. I said I don't wanna give my 'vote' to either him or you coz it doesn't matter to me. Then him, 'I dont give a fock what you think but fatso's comments matter a lot to me'. This is coming from a drunken guy who got to be good friends with me, vice versa too, apart from the 'too drunk' factor here. I said 'I dont give a fock to what you think or what fatso thinks, I am telling you what I think and that's all there is to it'. I could ALMOST sense a screw falling off from his brain! He started shouting at the top of his voice 'What ra! WTF! WTF!'. Then came the insults. I didn't wanna start a physical fight over such a stupid topic of conversation so I got up and said 'I don't like what you are talking. I have had enough'. My brother (younger) tried to convince him to stop arguing because I was only replying throughout the whole thing rather than replying back to him. No use, he was too smashed out of his wits to even see how many of us were there I guess! lol! We just left the place at half past twelve and .................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, he gives me a call. I cut the call. He then gives the other person who was a mute spectator in the whole thing and the first thing he asks him 'What time did you guys leave in the morning?'. So ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is  : If you are too drunk, you must be able to realize it to an extent and make sure you don't have crap coming outta your mouth rather than the normal place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I obviously told him I wouldn't prefer to talk to him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this from a neutral point of view, who do you think should do something, if any?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bad day as the kannada matinee idol passes away, taking many with him ( not his fault, but when fans go berserk it happens ) and then we had the most stupid arguement ever. Not a day I would like to remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-114498172290617118?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/114498172290617118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=114498172290617118&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114498172290617118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114498172290617118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/04/padmabhushana-dr-raj-aka-annavru.html' title='Padmabhushana Dr. Raj aka Annavru passes away ......'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-114462250733740174</id><published>2006-04-10T04:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-10T04:11:47.353+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Orkut rocks!</title><content type='html'>Well, tis been sometime now since I improved my typing skills via this medium. But been exploring www.orkut.com and found a whole lotta love, no no...just thot of typing that song's name. :D&lt;br /&gt;Found a whole lotta things that kept me interested for .........lets see now............three hrs almost! shucks, and am at work! LMBO! Been doin a very sad job today. Not worth explaining it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switched from winamp to foobar on a recommendation from a new friend (yea guy obv) who's doing an MS in computing and that moron doesn't know basics of the internet. After one conversation, he's my good pupil now. teeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listenin to 3 doors down - Here without you now........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any friggin arian who's NOT hopelessly romantic? Neva knew one. Am seriously hopelessly romantic. What? nope. never had a girlfriend. Shit haffens. Whatta do. hota hai , chalta hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trippppppppping on mah home theater. My mom just shut her ears when I said 'listen to this song, sounds so good. Mom : Don't tell me, i can guess. Some headbanging song right? moi : no no mom, it is bery bery slow. Listen maadi. mom: okay............................ moi : WHO THE FUCK IS ALICE at almost 90% of the max. volume! my dear mom couldn't even hear the line properly so didn't comment about the 'obscene' word. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am here without ya bahhhhhhby.............&lt;br /&gt;Think bout ya bahhhhby........&lt;br /&gt;n I dream about ya all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, if only my life partner is 'romantically inclined' at a VERY steep angle, if tis anywhere closer to my obtuse angle, we are gonna ROCK for life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switch :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children of bodom's version of Europe - The final countdown...........now this one is awefockinsome. I deserve a smoke after listenin to this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough fer the day I guess.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know any arian who's not romantic..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please kill him / her then n there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-114462250733740174?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/114462250733740174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=114462250733740174&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114462250733740174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114462250733740174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/04/orkut-rocks.html' title='Orkut rocks!'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-114418187625436334</id><published>2006-04-05T01:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-09T12:07:47.964+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday time!</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to me......happy birthday to me................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so I turned another year older. Almost 30 and famous. Was there a movie with a name somewhat like this? No no.......am almost thirty and infamous! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, now am 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out that my friend in Hawaii ( yea!) sent me something. The thought itself is so astounding. Man has gained leaps n bounds in technology and information sharing, but till date some things(thank god!) remain special. I have always believed that more man invents/discovers and technology improves, natural disasters will become more and more frequent. Nothing can be as scary as mother nature. On the other hand, absolutely nothing can be compared to mother nature's beauty! Just another weird things I believe in, strongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, this is me.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 28, here is what hasn't changed :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single&lt;br /&gt;Shy&lt;br /&gt;Introvert&lt;br /&gt;Geek&lt;br /&gt;Weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so just another year passed by. No big deal coz nothing much has changed in me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-114418187625436334?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/114418187625436334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=114418187625436334&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114418187625436334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114418187625436334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-time.html' title='Happy birthday time!'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-114410564109374172</id><published>2006-04-04T04:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-09T01:39:04.190+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Different strokes..........no pun intended. But now am thinking.......lmao!</title><content type='html'>Two hearts, meeting, but, secretly secretly&lt;br /&gt;Before the fire starts, the smoke comes out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literal translation of a hindi song can actually screw up your english! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new gang of ppl around me nowadays. All of 'em want me to 'just get married'. Don't know when this exactly started. I look four years (MINIMUM, mind you) younger than I am. It's like having a whole set of friends you never knew around you! Never mind the reasons for me to not say yes, I would just like to say 'I have my reasons'..(that's an awesome sounding line, will make anyone look smart! hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long long ago, can't remember how long ago.....I had contributed a li'l to a orphanage. It was run by a sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now recently I just got a thought, there must be places run by hindus? Why did I get this thought? Must be the 'roots' of growing up in the community you belong to. Shoot, maybe it's not the roots, but the shoots! :)) Anyway, now I want to do something. But I am very selfish. I want to buy a DVD Home theater system ( SONY as usual ). I think I should get some payment for marketing sony in local circles pretty well I must say. If I am happy with a product, I will go out of my way to make others see what I see. Never mind if it's actually way off! That's part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friend wrote a blog on msn. I managed to get through the first two paragraphs. But this guy goes too deep as far as thinking goes. Was too much for my small sq. ft of grey cells. At the party we had, everyone was high to an extent. So outta the blue while I lick my fingers at the yummy food come the lines ...&lt;br /&gt;Maccha, I have a cousin sister who's very close to me. She's working for (forgot the name, but obv a real brand name fer sure is all I can recollect) , VERY pretty. Marry her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised at myself that I didn't choke or spit the food out. Guess I was too hungry for that...or was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the bad is...........I am pretty sure he was just being "supportive" if I may....and being drunk would've just made it easier and maybe speak a li'l too aloud? Am not cent percent sure even now. But it's quite simple..the topic wasn't raised again, so it was just the spur of the moment when you are drunk kinda moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never stick to one topic and write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just proved it above! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-114410564109374172?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/114410564109374172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=114410564109374172&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114410564109374172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114410564109374172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/04/different-strokesno-pun-intended-but_04.html' title='Different strokes..........no pun intended. But now am thinking.......lmao!'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-114383146632348256</id><published>2006-04-01T00:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-01T00:27:46.343+05:30</updated><title type='text'>woo-men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;FEMALE POEM &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; I want a man who's handsome, smart and strong &lt;br /&gt; One who loves to listen long. &lt;br /&gt; One who thinks before he speaks &lt;br /&gt; One who'll call, not wait for weeks. &lt;br /&gt; I want him to be gainfully employed, &lt;br /&gt; When I spend his cash, be not annoyed. &lt;br /&gt; Pulls out my chair and opens my door, &lt;br /&gt; massages my back and begs to do more. &lt;br /&gt; Oh! For a man who makes love to my mind &lt;br /&gt; And knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?" &lt;br /&gt; I want this man to love me to no end, &lt;br /&gt; And always be my very best friend. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; MALE POEM &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; I want a deaf-mute nymphomaniac &lt;br /&gt; with huge b**b who owns a liquor store and a bass boat. &lt;br /&gt; I know this doesn't rhyme and frankly, I don't give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Posted by a femme &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My reply : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; You gals want all these in one man!?!??!?! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; If you compromise, I think you will see most in MOST men ladies. Tis a matter of priorities in life.  &lt;img src="http://www.blr.in/forums/images/smiles/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="Mr. Green" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; And I don't agree with the male poem. If at all there's a poem for a man, here's mine : &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Black magic woman............need a black magic woman. &lt;br /&gt; One who loves to listen. &lt;br /&gt; One who thinks before she speaks &lt;br /&gt; And one who knows that there's something called as a full stop/period after a sentence &lt;br /&gt; One who knows when to keep quiet &lt;br /&gt; One who knows that 'shopping' isn't exactly life &lt;br /&gt; One who knows to stop! &lt;br /&gt; One who knows to listen .................. &lt;br /&gt; and listen &lt;br /&gt; Oh! For a woman who makes love to my mind!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; For a black magic woman! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; anyday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She supposedly found the man of her dreams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God save his soul......and his bank balance! lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-114383146632348256?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/114383146632348256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=114383146632348256&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114383146632348256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114383146632348256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/04/woo-men.html' title='woo-men'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-114340649230895459</id><published>2006-03-27T02:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-04T04:59:27.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>www.whatitis.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, here is one more who sits in front of the computer for a large part of the day. Officially and unofficially&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blogs ......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had NO frigging idea what they are capable of. But when my company's e-marketing head did what she did, I realized. It was like feeling a thousand watt bulb over my head! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We learn something new everyday. Don't you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What did you learn today?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24788075-114340649230895459?l=whateteez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/feeds/114340649230895459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24788075&amp;postID=114340649230895459&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114340649230895459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24788075/posts/default/114340649230895459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2006/03/wwwwhatitiscom.html' title='www.whatitis.com'/><author><name>MusicManiac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/8492/170445168ze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
