<?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-170844011123348234</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:37:28.623-08:00</updated><category term='life at its best'/><title type='text'>Tryst with destiny......</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748362063382461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/SW4DzHS_cHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tGY-k39GroA/S220/ATgAAAD2JVfBpl7pV8XhsxASgvOi9q_VIbYhSwGG4VWjQEyDrXaYnjdpBoz9GSNLcx8sjYZp6iUut1wZzHsbsT7xSYz7AJtU9VAdGrO4A75st0dT2dCfG3DzHb3HGw.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170844011123348234.post-8362853670290451215</id><published>2011-10-16T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T14:34:22.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haan to hum kahaan thhe ... !?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ah yes ! So i am reminded of this scene from Harry Potter where Dumbledore uses what he calls veils in which his memory fragments reside showing them to young Harry..its something like that again here.So where was i ? Hmm i guess i had just started with semester-uno(I).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Its funny how sometimes a particular song totally reminds you of a particular event in time.I don't know if there is a name for this phenomenon , let me call it O(1) -because it happens in O(1) :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right , so here i was , in a hostel staying with 'roomies' a concept totally lost on me. Classes had begun in DCE College and i was the regular attendee at them.My semester one was pretty much lame-ness certified , i did nothing but joke/kid around with any/every one i met - A skill i have honed over the years *respect* ! Right so there were the regular labs and all which i attended with diluted diligence.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ! there was this Computer Center which was literally was my 'adda' in college ,hogging the computers there to catch up on the Orkut action &lt;now :p="" ?="" believe="" do="" lameness="" the="" you=""&gt;Life was going on smoothely till the mid sems arrived , as the rightful DCE'ite i did not study at all -and- had 'shiftd 2 d hstl' &amp;lt;--yes ,my orkut name then&amp;gt; .So this was new , hostel ,exams ,college. Nice. Somehow scraped through the exams -wont bore you with the details involving drunken roomies,the night mess trips,the usual chix discussions :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so the exams had ended and there was this Freshers Nite organised for us freshers by them seniorz. So post the mid sems i had started statying in the hostel on weekdays (MON-FRI).So naturally i had to expand my fraandship circle outside my elec-topper-of a roomie and what better place to do that than the hostel mess :D , now that i come to think of it  'Girls Hostel' was a better starting point :P. So there was this fine evening and i saw Loki , cracked a few non veg sax related jokes and he was pataofied in 2-3 minutes...yes i have this instinctive talent. You should know better after all you ARE reading this post ,are'nbaajit you !? :P Also , laundai in a boys hostel spreads faster than a p*(nstars legs ! Within no time i found myself at Room#32 ...with a distinctive 'Arpiz' written on the front door. Aur zindagi mein nayi gamebaaji shuru ho gayi ...enter stage (all dir.) Arpit, Prashant,Subhanshu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theirs was THE room in hostel for laundai. In armpits own words this was the place where 'majme lagayein jate hain!'Uff , to speak of the mehfils that had been set there. Debreifing you about them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arpiz- ThE most optimised guy in the frikken whole planet. Trust me. If he says / does it ,you might wanna do it. Simple as that . (I later found that loki was more or less similar..even vinamrata! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subhanshu- Really thin sorta gangsta guy...has the bad ass frands in the deeceee college...always surrounded by them. They barely paass he tops with a frikken disctinction! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;jealous!? :d=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Prashan(t) -Came across as a gunda at first sight &lt;sic&gt; ! :D But i got to know that he was the complete opposite of this. I knew he was from the 'East' (delhi).Then i had also done the fraandships with the AIEEE people too , coz you know there were the smart lot :P &lt;or :d="" had="" i="" so="" thought=""&gt;...there was an adjacent roll numbered Ketan , there was the class chocolate bvoy cum luv guru parimal....ketan was a gujju ..a marwari baniya at that...had a small diary where in he wrote his daily expenses , need i write more! ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i was , freshers nite ...as usual had no idea who/what was happening :P . Reached . Saw. Danced to the DJ. After the end of all that ..we (above listed gang) had wound up sitting in front of the SNH hostel. Chillin out after the party is what we had convinced ourselves to &lt;actual be="" by="" did="" drunk="" hostel:d="" in="" not="" patrolling="" ragged="" reason="" seniors="" that="" the="" to="" want="" was="" we=""&gt;So we find the whole dce -coe group of girls come in a huddled bunch towards us. Khush somehow recognised me in the gang and asked 'are you guys waiting for your maggi baba!?' ..'Yeah' i said trying to sound cool...that was all after 30 secz of awkward silence they had receeded away to their girls hostel ! So we went to our rooms finally ..talked chatted till around 2 and finally went to sleep. I was adjusting with arpiz  on his bed while rest were else where.Suddenly arpiz wakes me up and tells me that a senior Rahul singh had come to rag us...nice...i think he was way too drunk to do anything :D. end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is how things were...slowly more people had joined in the laundai gang :D. Since the end sems had started approaching , we had started hanging out with another east delhi launda...navendu....whose primary interest was in getting 'known celebs' videos ...hehe..kidding ..nice chap he is.  So the whole plan was to 'Group study'. Yes @Chetan_Bhagat's 5Point Someone was a big influence on us. 'Divide and Rule' was ThE strategy -Ketan the AIEEE champ had told us ! :DSo here i was studyin with prashant / arpit at their room with ravi arya and co. frequenting us with their timely visits coupled with playfull swearings :D. So remember i had told you about O(1) ..yes so the songs associated here were : 'In the End' ..'I walk a lonely road'..eminems and all. Play in the end and i am directly transported to that very desk.So all in all as i look back the strategy was sounding intiticing ..split a book in half...i do the first half you do the 2nd ..then we explain to the other guy what we read,...of course neither of this helped ..all we (atleast I) did was chitter chatter all the time....not knowing 'how'  exactly to study for an exam conducted by DU !(took me 2-3 sems to figure this out!). My worst nemesis was ED ....i had not understood a single thing here and having a gold medalist roomie wasnt helping either :P.All i remember from the paper was that there were 4 q's to be answered..15 marks each i did 2 ...fluked on 1 . and tried copying the 4th from khushboo (whom i somehow deemed worthy of copying from ! :-|)..she said make this ..&lt;drawing a="" her="" moustache="" on="" paper="" q=""&gt; and i did the same....i told a mechanical branch ka friend -jasman about this and he laughed at me for 10 mins! :D ..playing with my career !? haha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had written our end sems and were done with the practicals too. Ketan : '&lt;i&gt;Chalo yaar DC (disctrict centre,janakpuri) chalte hain ..kushal bula ra ha hai...&lt;/i&gt;' and DC go we did !&lt;br /&gt;Went there watched a james bond flick in the engliss ! :D And on our way back had managed to crash a wedding too ! (*respect !*) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;a)All in all i thought that this was a great sem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/drawing&gt;&lt;/actual&gt;&lt;/or&gt;&lt;/sic&gt;&lt;/jealous!?&gt;&lt;/now&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;now :p="" ?="" believe="" do="" lameness="" the="" you=""&gt;&lt;jealous!? :d=""&gt;&lt;sic&gt;&lt;or :d="" had="" i="" so="" thought=""&gt;&lt;actual be="" by="" did="" drunk="" hostel:d="" in="" not="" patrolling="" ragged="" reason="" seniors="" that="" the="" to="" want="" was="" we=""&gt;&lt;drawing a="" her="" moustache="" on="" paper="" q=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;b)I had great fun. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;c)I had made great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;d) Also , the exams went great (apart from ED) and i would most probably score well too considering my awesome mid sem performance!&lt;br /&gt;PS : Answers to the c) &amp;amp; d)above were  : Yes and NO ! :DAny who...1st sem will be the one dearest to me ..most cherished moments of my life...i want to write so much more...time constraints ! sigh....Until next time....Take care ! :)&lt;/drawing&gt;&lt;/actual&gt;&lt;/or&gt;&lt;/sic&gt;&lt;/jealous!?&gt;&lt;/now&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;now :p="" ?="" believe="" do="" lameness="" the="" you=""&gt;&lt;jealous!? :d=""&gt;&lt;sic&gt;&lt;or :d="" had="" i="" so="" thought=""&gt;&lt;actual be="" by="" did="" drunk="" hostel:d="" in="" not="" patrolling="" ragged="" reason="" seniors="" that="" the="" to="" want="" was="" we=""&gt;&lt;drawing a="" her="" moustache="" on="" paper="" q=""&gt;PPS- The video is just FYI ! :D&lt;/drawing&gt;&lt;/actual&gt;&lt;/or&gt;&lt;/sic&gt;&lt;/jealous!?&gt;&lt;/now&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;now :p="" ?="" believe="" do="" lameness="" the="" you=""&gt;&lt;jealous!? :d=""&gt;&lt;sic&gt;&lt;or :d="" had="" i="" so="" thought=""&gt;&lt;actual be="" by="" did="" drunk="" hostel:d="" in="" not="" patrolling="" ragged="" reason="" seniors="" that="" the="" to="" want="" was="" we=""&gt;&lt;drawing a="" her="" moustache="" on="" paper="" q=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/drawing&gt;&lt;/actual&gt;&lt;/or&gt;&lt;/sic&gt;&lt;/jealous!?&gt;&lt;/now&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/DN_OmyAUrSU/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DN_OmyAUrSU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DN_OmyAUrSU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;now :p="" ?="" believe="" do="" lameness="" the="" you=""&gt;&lt;jealous!? :d=""&gt;&lt;sic&gt;&lt;or :d="" had="" i="" so="" thought=""&gt;&lt;actual be="" by="" did="" drunk="" hostel:d="" in="" not="" patrolling="" ragged="" reason="" seniors="" that="" the="" to="" want="" was="" we=""&gt;&lt;drawing a="" her="" moustache="" on="" paper="" q=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/drawing&gt;&lt;/actual&gt;&lt;/or&gt;&lt;/sic&gt;&lt;/jealous!?&gt;&lt;/now&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170844011123348234-8362853670290451215?l=kumaradit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/feeds/8362853670290451215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170844011123348234&amp;postID=8362853670290451215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/8362853670290451215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/8362853670290451215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/2011/10/haan-to-hum-kahaan-thhe.html' title='Haan to hum kahaan thhe ... !?'/><author><name>kadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748362063382461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/SW4DzHS_cHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tGY-k39GroA/S220/ATgAAAD2JVfBpl7pV8XhsxASgvOi9q_VIbYhSwGG4VWjQEyDrXaYnjdpBoz9GSNLcx8sjYZp6iUut1wZzHsbsT7xSYz7AJtU9VAdGrO4A75st0dT2dCfG3DzHb3HGw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170844011123348234.post-2184775989839574809</id><published>2011-08-14T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T13:54:11.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waqt aane de bata denge tujhe aye aasman Hum abhi se kya batayen kya hamare dil mein hai</title><content type='html'>Hi .. I'm back baby doll ! :D Just felt like penning (sic) down some things going on in my mind. Oh wait , my my is it the 15th August !? Nice , first of all a very happy independence day to you all #Formal/Diplomatic? :P So ,where was i? Ah yes i am all alone at my b'lore home ,yes, the very first time that has happened to me ! :D How is the feeling? Not good , i always knew i was a gregarious person and what with 19+23 always around i never felt that i would find myself in such a lump of alone-ness.But, its not All bad ! I mean there are plus points of this too. I can eat whenever i want.Roam around whenever i like .Not that i was barred from all that previously ,but still there is that peace factor. So 'nuff said . Oh quick question , if you are reading ... what does freedom/independence mean to you? in your life?..Today is India's 65th independence day ,but what is it that we are free from ? Today as i sit in my room i draw a parallel between &lt;br /&gt;--the freedom of India and &lt;br /&gt;--the 'freedom' that i have being Home-Alone.&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to lose track of right/wrong when one is free to any step as his next.One needs to have a great degree of self resilient control over oneself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the basic thing here is that : With Freedom/Independence comes self involving responsibility. One has to be very responsible of shaping his own future in whichever way he wishes to since there is nothing controlling one's decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True that in today's 'free' India we can and should vote for the best possible candidate to represent the general masses ,that is the least expected of us. Agreed. But how many of us do that?Very few. Take my example. I am home alone ,have all the freedom in the world to roam around carelessly in the whole of b'lore but at the same there is a certain quantum of responsibility expected of me ,be it as small as paying the house rent,electricity bill &lt;which i have not done yet btw :P ,Aww come on -I am alone ! #Excuse&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what else ? My work load in office has been uphill the last few months(sic). But its getting better and i am starting to like the work.And yes yes the weight is in check ! ~70'ish ..jogging continues to entice me ,daily ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing home ,missing my friends. But something tells me deep down that 'all is well !' &lt;br /&gt;Happy independence day to you all ! :)  And remember what Spiderman is told 'With great power &lt;Read Independence&gt; comes great responsibilities!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i leave you wit bismal's poetry :&lt;br /&gt;'Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Dekhna hai zor kitna baazu-e-qaatil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Aye watan, karta nahin kyon doosraa kuchh baat-cheet&lt;br /&gt;Dekhta hun main jise woh chup teri mehfil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Aye shaheed-e-mulk-o-millat main tere oopar nisaar&lt;br /&gt;Ab teri himmat ka charcha gair ki mehfil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Waqt aane de bata denge tujhe aye aasman&lt;br /&gt;Hum abhi se kya batayen kya hamare dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Kheench kar layee hai hamko qatl hone ki ummeed&lt;br /&gt;Aashiqon ka aaj jamghat kooch-e-qaatil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Hai liye hathiyaar dushman taak mein baitha udhar&lt;br /&gt;Aur hum taiyyaar hain seena liye apna idhar&lt;br /&gt;Khoon se khelenge holi gar vatan muskhil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Haath jin mein ho junoon katate nahin talvaar se&lt;br /&gt;Sar jo uth jaate hain vo jhukte nahin lalkaar se&lt;br /&gt;Aur bhadkega jo shola-sa humaare dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Hum to nikle hi the ghar se baandhkar sar pe kafan&lt;br /&gt;Jaan hatheli par liye lo barh chale apane qadam&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi to apni mehmaan maut ki mehfil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Yuun khadaa maqtal mein qaatil kah rahaa hai baar baar'&lt;br /&gt;Kya tamannaa-e-shahaadat bhi kisee ke dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Dil mein tuufaanon ki toli aur nason mein inqilaab&lt;br /&gt;Hosh dushman ke udaa denge hamein roko na aaj&lt;br /&gt;Duur reh paaye jo hamse dam kahaan manzil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Jism voh kya jism hai jismein na ho khoon-e-junoon&lt;br /&gt;Kya vo toofaan se lade jo kashti-e-saahil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Dekhana hai zor kitna baazu-e-qaatil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170844011123348234-2184775989839574809?l=kumaradit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/feeds/2184775989839574809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170844011123348234&amp;postID=2184775989839574809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/2184775989839574809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/2184775989839574809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/2011/08/waqt-aane-de-bata-denge-tujhe-aye.html' title='Waqt aane de bata denge tujhe aye aasman Hum abhi se kya batayen kya hamare dil mein hai'/><author><name>kadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748362063382461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/SW4DzHS_cHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tGY-k39GroA/S220/ATgAAAD2JVfBpl7pV8XhsxASgvOi9q_VIbYhSwGG4VWjQEyDrXaYnjdpBoz9GSNLcx8sjYZp6iUut1wZzHsbsT7xSYz7AJtU9VAdGrO4A75st0dT2dCfG3DzHb3HGw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170844011123348234.post-7414017096335678004</id><published>2011-02-09T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T21:27:58.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>surely you have something better todo than read this ! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/TVL6vngzxzI/AAAAAAAACoQ/NgI0Jzk5FMQ/s1600/DSC03800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/TVL6vngzxzI/AAAAAAAACoQ/NgI0Jzk5FMQ/s320/DSC03800.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571791384978114354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal Font: Feb 10th 2011 2:30AM&lt;br /&gt;Italic Font: Aug 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its been a while ,yet as i write this there is a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;power cut&lt;/span&gt; in my home ....and all is dark ,still i wish to continue writing because i feel these are somethings that just need to put across or as i say '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;baat table pe laayi jaye &lt;/span&gt;:P'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm so where were we ..aah last i had updated that i had shifted to b'lore...haha trust me a hell lot has changed since then.Mentally ,physically -- meet up ,you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;So in essence not much has changed i mean ,i am still the kadi i was a short while back in bawana . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Btw ,one fine night while dancing that night at Hint club ,arpit prashant amongst other Coe compatriats --were high ! So Arpit comes up close to me and you know in a very non gayish (:P) way whispers in my ear .."&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yaar kadi ,kuch bhi ho jaye life mein , tu kabhi 1st semester mat bhulio!&lt;/span&gt;" Indeed my friend ,how can i ever forget it? It is pretty much etched in my memory. So here it is  -- How i began my 1st semester !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is ,i was missing my friends/family SO much at the beginning of my shift to b'lore that i had stopped interacting with new acquintances at oracle --weird though as the concept may seem ,it was a fact . I had gone into this shell .Moreso ,living with your best friends was  great as i was 24*7 with them with each their perpectives being divergent to mine,but nothing which minor adjustments on everyone's part was'nt accomplish-able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am blessed with the most awesome manager-team combo any new joinee could argueably have asked for (Trust me,i dont just say it for the sake of it. :D) and the best of new joinee gang which i could have asked for-a dream come true -literally, but something was missing and i felt that i just could not attain THAT level closeness with any one of company colleagues as i had with my college friends.&lt;br /&gt;So the home-sickness was heartfelt when i used to call up home and talk to my bro who was preparing for his engineering entrances or mom/dad as they would ask what i had for lunch! " So what ? " ,I said ..what if i can't be at home -they can certainly be at bangalore. Hence they planned a visit to bangalore.I was overjoyed as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It was warm sunny day in august rain had just stopped and i went to college for the very first time. Afraid ,no let me come out clean ....very very afraid of ragging !&lt;br /&gt;I came with my car/driver listening to Shafqat ali's "Mitwaa" in my matiz ..parked in the Elec Canteen. Went to that eventfull TW1Gf1 and incidentally sat next to this guy heavily bearded bit plum (i was happy that atlast someone else was as fat as i) ,later i got to know that he was ujjwal dasgupta Cee rank 380 odd ,yes that was the routine ..name/cee rank ! :D It was our registarion day. All we had to do was sit tight and fill up a form giving out our details and woila we were done with samosa and cold drink being given to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing i know i am given a great project to work upon. Work -Life was balanced.Cool. But then i realised something -there was a kadi inside me who always wanted to interact with someone ,anyone,everyone ! Henceforth ,i made it a point to be the 'HR' as friends 'seriously' call me :P. And i realise how such a small,simple change in my lifestyle could bring about such a great change in my life. Btw ,power is back on at my home :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now , i had a great college gang with me at b'lore and a great company gang too ...life seemed settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sanchit, whom i had met during my counselling at NSIT as we had the same rank :P -imagine ,had brought his mum along with him (sic). Then we began our customary round trip of the campus.Some prof started giving us this tour. I noticed the back of a very hot girl ,hmm i even remember she was wearing this purple top with some grey pants like whatever you may call it ,she was with dad i guess ,so i could'nt approach :P yeah right as if ! :D. Anywho i never got to see her face.But i was kept amused as Sanchit's mom was very nice and kind to all of us :D.&lt;br /&gt;We were given our time table -printed ,a second first never to be repeated again incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were shifting jobs (MS/Adobe/Atrenta/Amazon/Zinnova),getting great MBA/MS calls and i was here at my desk reclining in my usual ways not giving a damn about the world! By the way i am still clueless about what i want to do ahead in my life ,just for the record. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Here i am living in the best weather India has to offer ,with some of the closest people i know, doing everything from compiling huge lines of code to changing my hairstyle for the first time in 23 years &lt;Courtesy Dkarwasa+19&gt; to climbing up/down hills cliffs!&lt;Pandey and his night trek ideas&gt; :D:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next ,i headed off to collect my hostel keys from transit where i was redirected to my hostel T-1's guard. I was accompanied by this guy from class Lokendra Singh and a tall guy Harinder (Harry).Lokendra was this Jat boy ,who came out as a highly arrogant at first sight ..who talks about droppers being dumbo's and how he wants to write JEE again and what not ! Weird ,i found him. So we too my room keys went to the 4th floor to check out the room, whilst coming back slipped on the stairs..to my dismay lokendra had started laughing yet again instead of helping me get back up :P. There, it was pretty much decided that lokendra is'nt gonna be a keep sake friend in the long run ! Little did i know ! Little did i know ! &lt;br /&gt;Its funny how sometimes ,though some people don't create a great 1st impression on you stick with you for the log run ! But more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how i met Ujjwal &amp; loki ,but wait its not over yet i still havent met you ! :P:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can say that these are the best days of my life !&lt;br /&gt;A very apt prose by Shaurya da :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"एक और सुबह, &lt;br /&gt;एक और चाय,&lt;br /&gt;एक और सपना एक और कोशिश,&lt;br /&gt;एक और नतीजा &lt;br /&gt;एक और हार &lt;br /&gt;एक और शाम &lt;br /&gt;एक और आंसू &lt;br /&gt;एक और हताशा &lt;br /&gt;एक और निराशा &lt;br /&gt;एक और रात &lt;br /&gt;एक और प्रण कल फिर एक सुबह .. &lt;br /&gt;फिर एक सपना.. &lt;br /&gt;शायद कल जश्न हो.. &lt;br /&gt;एक और आशा.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i headed back home ,thinking this is my campus , here is where my story is going to be written :) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this post ,i shall continue to write more on the "How i met Falana/Dhimkana" Series :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the take care ,you know i'l want you to :)!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao !(As isha puts it ! :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170844011123348234-7414017096335678004?l=kumaradit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/feeds/7414017096335678004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170844011123348234&amp;postID=7414017096335678004' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/7414017096335678004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/7414017096335678004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/2011/02/surely-you-have-something-better-todo.html' title='surely you have something better todo than read this ! :D'/><author><name>kadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748362063382461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/SW4DzHS_cHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tGY-k39GroA/S220/ATgAAAD2JVfBpl7pV8XhsxASgvOi9q_VIbYhSwGG4VWjQEyDrXaYnjdpBoz9GSNLcx8sjYZp6iUut1wZzHsbsT7xSYz7AJtU9VAdGrO4A75st0dT2dCfG3DzHb3HGw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/TVL6vngzxzI/AAAAAAAACoQ/NgI0Jzk5FMQ/s72-c/DSC03800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170844011123348234.post-9211370113730019670</id><published>2010-08-03T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T06:29:13.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe , its true....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/TFgZjTtm6MI/AAAAAAAABLs/pJRlEM4W3q4/s1600/img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/TFgZjTtm6MI/AAAAAAAABLs/pJRlEM4W3q4/s320/img.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501175039210744002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beep Beep! oh look now there goes my phone&lt;br /&gt;And once again im just hopin it's a text from you..hmm..&lt;br /&gt;It aint right read ya messages twice, thrice&lt;br /&gt;Four times a night its true&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah , so a lot has happened in life since i've left home.First things first. Bangalore has been awesome. Life has been overtly simplified thanks to 'ma buddie' and 'isha-priya'. I hav'nt had to move a muscle and i am not complaining. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyday I patiently wait&lt;br /&gt;Feelin like a fool but I do, anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Nothing can feel as sweet and as real&lt;br /&gt;As knowing I wasn't waiting in vain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has really been moving in 2X.Everyday you go to your home at 11'ish. Yes, things have been hectic. And maybe its because of this hecticness , that i have been able to cope up with 'Home-Sickness'.Its really a rhetoric thing iterating over the fact that one does miss home -even though you are amidst argueably the best weather in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No , really i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its great to hear that your friends are getting that job that you thought they always deserved.Not only because-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are happy for for your friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Largely because you feel a sense of 'miracles really do happen'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;You know, one does need that higher spiritual back up, something to quote upon , some precedent.I know i may sound silly but believe me it 'sticks' to your head and you get a 'kick' to go and achieve that goal you thought was un-achievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what lies ahead of me.But something deep within me assures me that i have done this before and i will do it again. Its only a matter of handling your self under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes i am continuing with my goal of trying to fit into the corporate culture,whilst trying to retain that '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;kadi&lt;/span&gt;' in me.Its important for me, i know it.This phase of life i am in is indeed exciting , full of opportunities and i am enjoying it to the hilt !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So , i'l get back to rocking my N.G.V.(home :P).Will write back soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe its true &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170844011123348234-9211370113730019670?l=kumaradit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/feeds/9211370113730019670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170844011123348234&amp;postID=9211370113730019670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/9211370113730019670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/9211370113730019670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/2010/08/maybe-its-true.html' title='Maybe , its true....'/><author><name>kadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748362063382461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/SW4DzHS_cHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tGY-k39GroA/S220/ATgAAAD2JVfBpl7pV8XhsxASgvOi9q_VIbYhSwGG4VWjQEyDrXaYnjdpBoz9GSNLcx8sjYZp6iUut1wZzHsbsT7xSYz7AJtU9VAdGrO4A75st0dT2dCfG3DzHb3HGw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/TFgZjTtm6MI/AAAAAAAABLs/pJRlEM4W3q4/s72-c/img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170844011123348234.post-2257680510882750288</id><published>2010-07-06T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T14:16:17.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yaar teri bahut yaad ayegi !"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/TDOcl4qolsI/AAAAAAAABCE/8yOlaWMYCm8/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/TDOcl4qolsI/AAAAAAAABCE/8yOlaWMYCm8/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490904545375065794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....there comes a time in every man's life to sit back and wonder ...what the hell has he done these past years of his life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always ...yes as a rule of thumb ,always tried to stay away from these 'timely self analysis'. Again ,its funny this life that one lives if you happen to glance over it in retrospect , more often than not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as i decide to head towards bangalore to start a new life ,i take with me some frikken awesome memories to cherish !So that i am proud of ,some that i am not ! :P&lt;br /&gt;I have always believed that friends are my life line in this game...its going to be tough parting from close friends ..no matter how much i may try to convince myself that things are going to be okay. It is indeed going to be tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post comes off as a sentimental post. It is indeed noteworthy that i write this post with the feeling of utmost happiness that all my friends are well set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have a clue,&lt;br /&gt;what it is like&lt;br /&gt;to be next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;that it is good,&lt;br /&gt;that it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds singing a song,&lt;br /&gt;old pain is peeling,&lt;br /&gt;this is that fresh&lt;br /&gt;that fresh feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Words can't be that strong,&lt;br /&gt;my heart is real,&lt;br /&gt;this is that fresh,&lt;br /&gt;that fresh feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try, try to forget,&lt;br /&gt;what's in the past,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, orange sky above,&lt;br /&gt;lighting your way&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing to fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are good,&lt;br /&gt;babe in the hood,&lt;br /&gt;so pure and so free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make a safe bet,&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna get,&lt;br /&gt;whatever you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fresh feeling.&lt;br /&gt;This is that fresh feeling&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and thanks for reading ! :D Adios Ghaziabad/Delhi ...Hope bangalore will be as awesome !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-The Title ?? Ohh thats what my bro just now said ,when he kind of woke up from the sleep at 2 am :P:D !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170844011123348234-2257680510882750288?l=kumaradit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/feeds/2257680510882750288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170844011123348234&amp;postID=2257680510882750288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/2257680510882750288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/2257680510882750288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/2010/07/yaar-teri-bahut-yaad-ayegi.html' title='&quot;Yaar teri bahut yaad ayegi !&quot;'/><author><name>kadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748362063382461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/SW4DzHS_cHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tGY-k39GroA/S220/ATgAAAD2JVfBpl7pV8XhsxASgvOi9q_VIbYhSwGG4VWjQEyDrXaYnjdpBoz9GSNLcx8sjYZp6iUut1wZzHsbsT7xSYz7AJtU9VAdGrO4A75st0dT2dCfG3DzHb3HGw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/TDOcl4qolsI/AAAAAAAABCE/8yOlaWMYCm8/s72-c/DSC_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170844011123348234.post-8654551950078645129</id><published>2010-04-23T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:32:05.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If programming languages were metal bands ! :P:D</title><content type='html'>If programming languages were metal bands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been seeing a lot of these “If programming languages were .” (If you realized that was  a regular expression, this post is for you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list is among the stuff I usually listen to and have tried my hand at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C – Black Sabbath.&lt;br /&gt;Rough, unpolished and what most people consider too old for this day and age. Yet some people worship Sabbath and claim they’re the greatest thing in existance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C++ – Dream Theater&lt;br /&gt;A little complex when you start out with it, doesen’t make perfect sense unless you understand it. You consider it brilliance if you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Java – Metallica&lt;br /&gt;Was a great concept once upon a time. Now everyone seems to hate it, though people still cling to it, who are rather disliked by others in the programming world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C# – Megadeth&lt;br /&gt;Competes with Java, though you can’t deny some things about it are very impressive. Also, the frontman/controlling company is considered a real prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Python – Iron Maiden&lt;br /&gt;Everybody who tries it falls in love the first time. You’ll never meet a single chap who’s tried python/Iron Maiden and not liked it. You don’t understand why they do some of the things in the latest releases though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perl – Dragonforce&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea what’s going on and is incredibly complicated. If you don’t pay attention to it, it sounds kindof nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHP – Opeth&lt;br /&gt;Pretty inconsistent, a little confusing, though fun to try once in a while. *way too overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLCODE – Spinal Tap&lt;br /&gt;‘Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby – Nine Inch Nails&lt;br /&gt;Everyone keeps talking about it, but you can’t really make out what the fuss all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haskell – Dethklok&lt;br /&gt;Brutally fast and extremely popular with specific people, with almost cult status. Any haskell/dethklok fans will bond almost instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visual Basic – Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;Only 14 year olds think that’s a programming language/metal band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy @Anirudha&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;LISP - Led Zeppelin : Every one has heard of it and it has been around before most languages. There are people who will argue that it isn't a metal band/programming language, but if Jimmy Page were ever to whisk out a keyboard and begin coding, LISP is what we would use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy @ujjwaldasgupta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170844011123348234-8654551950078645129?l=kumaradit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/feeds/8654551950078645129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170844011123348234&amp;postID=8654551950078645129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/8654551950078645129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/8654551950078645129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-programming-languages-were-metal.html' title='If programming languages were metal bands ! :P:D'/><author><name>kadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748362063382461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/SW4DzHS_cHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tGY-k39GroA/S220/ATgAAAD2JVfBpl7pV8XhsxASgvOi9q_VIbYhSwGG4VWjQEyDrXaYnjdpBoz9GSNLcx8sjYZp6iUut1wZzHsbsT7xSYz7AJtU9VAdGrO4A75st0dT2dCfG3DzHb3HGw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170844011123348234.post-5527755771782717664</id><published>2010-04-10T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T08:59:42.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Hey wasap? Nuthinh mch , chal gtg -tc ! bye ':D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/S8CgWkzw5UI/AAAAAAAAAqg/9VdXZy62plo/s1600/DSC02361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/S8CgWkzw5UI/AAAAAAAAAqg/9VdXZy62plo/s320/DSC02361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458539058071397698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"A Friend Is Someone Who Will Bail You out of Jail, but Your Best Friend Is the One Sitting next to you Saying 'That Was F***ing Awesome!' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this text when i was in my 2nd sem ...laughed it off ,now i 'get' it ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a funny thing -communicating with friends. When one is in college ,we tend to take each other's company for granted.Indeed we 'engineering' students spend a lot of time&lt;br /&gt;with one another that we do get accustomed to seeing the same faces over and over at breakfast,lunch and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this scenario-mom had to visit dr neelam aunty's mom( as her husband had expired recently) , i was thrilled to see such an enthusiastic lady and i am not just saying it for the heck of it i mean it ! she recognized mom even though she might have seen her after ..what 1978 ? She has had both her knees operated upon but was telling mom and neelam aunty's stories as if it was yesterday that mom came to her house for that awesome tea famous in all of aligarh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom told me that all of neelam aunty's 'delhi/ncr' friends would be visiting aligarh at her mom's for the 'tervi' rituals.&lt;br /&gt;Then mom said something that really shook me,'there comes a time when one has to meet up with old friends like this at their parent's funeral' ...it is indeed sad that those who used be such an integral part of our life ,are never bonded in so strongly throughout. Maybe i am wrong ,may be this is a particular case -but looking at the big picture -i can see it coming !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no denying the fact that social networking sites like facebook/orkut/twitter are helping in bridging the gap , but that human touch -is what is this life is all about is'nt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always put forward the 'excuse' of -&lt;br /&gt;a) career buiding&lt;br /&gt;b) money making&lt;br /&gt;when asked 'where have you been man all this time?'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of money -i have a friend who is currently working in a top consulting firm earning 8 lpa and one who who is a 'baniya' -couldnt get into a good engg colg -but owns ..yes owns a pvt engg. colg in ghaziabad ..probably makes 4 lac per month ! ha ,still both are in touch with me -then what might be the reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its more on a personal front -that is depends on the person, the current environment he is working in !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me for example - i don't really keep in touch with all of my school mates ? i ask myself why? i can't really answer ,maybe its just pure lazyness . I dont know , but i sure as hell know that if meet them ,i'l surely make it a point to get all the updates on life per se'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to than a number of unknowns who have helped me-even though i dint know them. I can name them here -but the list is too long ! :P&lt;br /&gt;So i write this and will hopefully tell my younger bro to cherish his engineering life to the hilt-unlike me :P .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all the best to everyone for their future life -some will join awesome firms , some goto top notch B Schools ! Keep in touch with your loved one's -thats all ,not only friends-family,relatives ,neighbours too ! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170844011123348234-5527755771782717664?l=kumaradit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/feeds/5527755771782717664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170844011123348234&amp;postID=5527755771782717664' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/5527755771782717664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/5527755771782717664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-wasap-nuthinh-mch-chal-gtg-tc-bye-d.html' title='&apos;Hey wasap? Nuthinh mch , chal gtg -tc ! bye &apos;:D'/><author><name>kadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748362063382461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/SW4DzHS_cHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tGY-k39GroA/S220/ATgAAAD2JVfBpl7pV8XhsxASgvOi9q_VIbYhSwGG4VWjQEyDrXaYnjdpBoz9GSNLcx8sjYZp6iUut1wZzHsbsT7xSYz7AJtU9VAdGrO4A75st0dT2dCfG3DzHb3HGw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/S8CgWkzw5UI/AAAAAAAAAqg/9VdXZy62plo/s72-c/DSC02361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170844011123348234.post-5983362595412391040</id><published>2009-12-07T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T03:50:18.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Kya bashar ki bisat ,Aaj hai kal nahin "</title><content type='html'>Mixed feelings have surrounded me the past 3-4 weeks , did finally manage to get a job at Kritikal Solutions ,Noida --though can still go for another job ! I was really happy that day 30th Oktober ! Nice ,but as always these are the secondary things that matter little en compar to the bigger 'realities' in life that one faces - not me in particular ,but even you must have had 'the' realisation that life is not about you but about everyone you know and knowing them -that you realise that life that your journey has just begun !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always been inspired by my NanaJi (Mom's Dad) .I can tell you that i have always had a weird sleeping schedule... in a sense that i sleep around 11-12 ...contrary to the hostel ritual of sleeping at 5 am !! So i managed to wake up at 6 and even in the winters i would get up at 7 and shirk off in the cold to go back to sleep but nana on the other hand would just get up at 6am -have a bath n breakfast and then just leave for the Supreme Court ,oh yeah almost forgot to tell you --he was 75 at that time and was District Judge-Aligarh -pre retirement !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such immense mental strength ,i had never seen before in my life .To do so much commuting --daily Aligarh to Delhi --via local trains is something i can never imagine !! I do agree that there were a lot of family issues at home .Mom never really got the support that she should have got but Nanaji always gave something of inspiration in his wordings which i guess were enough for mom !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanaji expired on the 25th November !! The news completely shook me, how could someone who was all well 1-2 weeks ago suddenly not be there anymore :( !!But somehow he won't be missed --and i say this because he will always remain in our hearts !! The 'Victory' boosts will always be with me !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why this song from Junoon called Sayonee --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kya bashar ki bisat"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;what is man's worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aaj hai kal nahin "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i also hope to imbibe nana's teachings and work upon myself !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170844011123348234-5983362595412391040?l=kumaradit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/feeds/5983362595412391040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170844011123348234&amp;postID=5983362595412391040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/5983362595412391040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/5983362595412391040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/2009/12/kya-bashar-ki-bisat-aaj-hai-kal-nahin.html' title='&quot;Kya bashar ki bisat ,Aaj hai kal nahin &quot;'/><author><name>kadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748362063382461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/SW4DzHS_cHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tGY-k39GroA/S220/ATgAAAD2JVfBpl7pV8XhsxASgvOi9q_VIbYhSwGG4VWjQEyDrXaYnjdpBoz9GSNLcx8sjYZp6iUut1wZzHsbsT7xSYz7AJtU9VAdGrO4A75st0dT2dCfG3DzHb3HGw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170844011123348234.post-6320805579751294889</id><published>2009-09-21T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:07:35.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holyness Of Crap...!! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;A onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/Srd-W0lpI3I/AAAAAAAAAgE/cTqmo-y0IU0/s1600-h/DSC01825.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/Srd-W0lpI3I/AAAAAAAAAgE/cTqmo-y0IU0/s200/DSC01825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383910810083468146"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah sweet serenity ...!!! Hi guys ..whats up?? First things first ...yes yes placements began at DCE!! I am still unplaced , but more importantly Unfazed..:)..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are getting placed , i am happy for the, ;) ...some like me are facing rejections bravely :D...good for them too !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all that is secondary..:P...Rewind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 1-- Summer Intern at One97 begins--Well the best part was never the Technology i learnt or the hands-on experience , it was the best people i met there !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder , why can't i be like them --&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;SPAN style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Top_Coder Menon&lt;/SPAN&gt;-- He is the Epitome of Chill -- some times didnt even bother to check the resume manager for the companies supposed to visit , its not about the academics, in ife-generalia' too , i really ike his laid back attitude !! Hats off to you mate :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something made by Binay Bondz....&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://forty2.110mb.com/carousel.swf" width="500" height="300" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="xmlfile=http://forty2.110mb.com/3d.php?src=FRIENDS" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;SPAN style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Code_Jam DasGupto&lt;/SPAN&gt;-- I heard a saying that , "more the amount of fruit laid on a tree , the more it shal bend down"...Can anybody be so humble..?? Nono ...Can anybody be so "Holy -crap what the hell is wrong with him"- humble..?? Looking at him , a single glance can tell you that he is awesommely chill and i always wonder , is the atmosphere at his home . I have met his Mom -A brief metro encounter-- i recognised her because my mom recognised her on TV (She's Head-Nehru planetarium) from the counselling days :D..!! hats off to this dude too...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;SPAN style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Batakh Dhingra&lt;/SPAN&gt;-- Not easy-- Dropping out of the whole 2nd semester and recovering from those 10 supplies and getting placed in such an awesomme firm is amazing !!!Kudos again !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;SPAN style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Otkrist_Bond&lt;/SPAN&gt;-- Dce'ites may not know this guy ...he's an old friend of mine..!! Very intelligent is the usual response he gets from his resume , but knowing him these past three months ..i can tell you that "Go and Freaking get whatever you want" should be each one of us' motto..!!! BTW..He's topped IIT-D 2k5 batch (President-gold Medal)...I guess had a PPO with Yahoo ! and Got into "Tower-Research LLP"...a Big -Fat paycheck...i mean it (mid 20's LPA in hand--Sorry otkii!! :P) ..then got into IIM-A , went there for three days and realised that his inner heart still wreaks to be a techie--DROPPED out of IIM_A!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;SPAN style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Prashbant&lt;/SPAN&gt; -- He had 55% in his First sem , i was with him the day 1st sem results were announced--totally shattered -he was--i kid you not !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy goes home--literally rebuilds CSI-DCE from ashes and is now knocking cool with 71+% ...believe its not about the marks..not about the amount of hours he devoted to it, its about the conviction!! another jewel --&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the day before the A.M. Endsem(II Sem) and i had lost my i-card..you helped me go write an FIR in a PS...wasting your precious time ...i guess cant replay you ever !!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)I also appreciate the Pick_Up that Ketan VJ has shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Some Worth mentioning dudes Sanam Srivastava + Mk_Aragorn -&amp;gt; havent really put in even .1% of their potential ..they are totally rockstars in their own !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)I remember a girl in my class VIIIth or so , We had just been shown our final term marksheets and this girl goes over to mam and though she had marks in early 40's she went to mam to tell her that she had been given 'extra' marks  , again its not about the marks that fact that i still remember that gesture gives me such an awesomme kick to 'live' life !! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess what i am trying o say is that "Dont take yourself too seriously and never think that god is unkind to you"-- :D...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps--watch the video...thats ishbant in the Eminem-"Hood"..!!!&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f3cda458b79dd3e5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df3cda458b79dd3e5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330230523%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C38ADE3A19A6F0F89178DAF71473C844C9042E4.2279A8CC6F12DC1B77C9F55C43292B48CBF83507%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df3cda458b79dd3e5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNtpWhfyRX4F7_WI03sAdFzj8SuA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df3cda458b79dd3e5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330230523%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C38ADE3A19A6F0F89178DAF71473C844C9042E4.2279A8CC6F12DC1B77C9F55C43292B48CBF83507%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df3cda458b79dd3e5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNtpWhfyRX4F7_WI03sAdFzj8SuA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170844011123348234-6320805579751294889?l=kumaradit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/feeds/6320805579751294889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170844011123348234&amp;postID=6320805579751294889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/6320805579751294889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/6320805579751294889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/2009/09/holyness-of-crap-d.html' title='Holyness Of Crap...!! :D'/><author><name>kadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748362063382461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/SW4DzHS_cHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tGY-k39GroA/S220/ATgAAAD2JVfBpl7pV8XhsxASgvOi9q_VIbYhSwGG4VWjQEyDrXaYnjdpBoz9GSNLcx8sjYZp6iUut1wZzHsbsT7xSYz7AJtU9VAdGrO4A75st0dT2dCfG3DzHb3HGw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/Srd-W0lpI3I/AAAAAAAAAgE/cTqmo-y0IU0/s72-c/DSC01825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170844011123348234.post-7402409847723499469</id><published>2009-05-26T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:13:11.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there's some things in life that are not meant to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/ShwjCFG_8mI/AAAAAAAAAeE/9TNvIVwNAFc/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/ShwjCFG_8mI/AAAAAAAAAeE/9TNvIVwNAFc/s320/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340181776792810082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah its been a while since ive written back...well the end sems took me by surprise this time around. Again as usual the boring and monotonous days are back well maybe not entirely ....come june and maybe ill see software development in a whole new light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont man i just keep doing things don't really think about "it" that much...this post may seem a lil weird but thats ok . see i dint plan on becoming an engineer in the first place i had bio wanted to make a contribution to the world of cardiology...then BAM !!!!!!! next thing i know i am getting my A** kicked in VMC and got into dce-coe. I thought ehh what the heck ..lets give it a try too...!! So i got my first sem scr&amp;*(ed ....yeah plz dont ask why n all....past is past...got what 60 % i guess ...(after rounding off hehe)...now i have what 70+ %...so what am i better engineer now..?? Nah heck i dont even know how to format a computer damn it !--okay i do know that but you get the general idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  what i dont think and plan ...lots of people do that!&lt;br /&gt;All i know that its going to be a tough couple of months ahead!Interning+placements+MBA prep....normal ty pass stuff right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is just know that il not be thinking and il be doing things that are wacky and stupid!&lt;br /&gt;So what if i dont have all the answers to my life figured when i am about to turn 22...atleast i am getting a few questions figured out ....!!! hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on a completely different note-- why the hell am i righting this post?&lt;br /&gt;See i dont have the answer but i do have the question !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently watched a lot of Himym and scrubs....the philosophy really got me hooked to it!&lt;br /&gt;There is a certain Dr Cox in scrubs ..pretty diligent guy...this is what he says for his wife with whom he is now divorced-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You owe it to the world&lt;br /&gt;And everyone knows that you're my favourite girl&lt;br /&gt;But there's some things in life that are not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;I'm not meant for you and your not meant for me&lt;br /&gt;Here's to our problems&lt;br /&gt;And here's to our fights&lt;br /&gt;Here's to our achings&lt;br /&gt;And here's to you having a Good life.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure there are some things in life which are not meant to be.....but please remember.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i mean it coz this is coming straight from the "horse's mouth"....there is a Silver Lining to everything that happens to you...its there in Gita too...."Jo hota hai acche ke liye hota hai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I lost my calc---sad---got a new one ...which helped me a lot in end sems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I got bad grades in early sems.....got a kick from that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)I came 2nd in Envision -- still got the intern....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)......i can go on but its rhetoric really...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know these are the days of your lives man....you know today youll be fighting with a friend ob=ver who pays for the patty ...well 20 years later when you'll meet up again....well youll still be fighting over paying ....but you can guess what's the difference b/w the two fights/....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios amigos...!!!!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHh and that not me in the pic ..lol!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170844011123348234-7402409847723499469?l=kumaradit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/feeds/7402409847723499469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170844011123348234&amp;postID=7402409847723499469' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/7402409847723499469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/7402409847723499469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-some-things-in-life-that-are-not.html' title='there&apos;s some things in life that are not meant to be'/><author><name>kadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748362063382461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/SW4DzHS_cHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tGY-k39GroA/S220/ATgAAAD2JVfBpl7pV8XhsxASgvOi9q_VIbYhSwGG4VWjQEyDrXaYnjdpBoz9GSNLcx8sjYZp6iUut1wZzHsbsT7xSYz7AJtU9VAdGrO4A75st0dT2dCfG3DzHb3HGw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/ShwjCFG_8mI/AAAAAAAAAeE/9TNvIVwNAFc/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170844011123348234.post-7087005217921261306</id><published>2009-03-31T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:04:05.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning--Dont read this....very boring stuff!!</title><content type='html'>Really a lot has been happening in life and i beleive its always good to jot it down you know for future references hehe....friends have been saying that i am always kidding around and never serious ...so in the the words of Dr Cox ("Scrubs")..."Here it is barbie the low down of everything you never wanted to know in the first place"...ohh and you might notice lyrics of my favourite song intermingling with this post...thats just a google blog bug...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;kahin door jab din dhal jaye&lt;br /&gt;saanjh ki dulhan badan churaaye chupake se aaye&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes where was i..aah its 12th March i guess...mid sems were round the corner yet again...but i was really not interested okay i wont lie i was...man i hadnt cared about 6th sem the least bit..i was into you serials...chix...games ...and what not...so came feb ...cam fests won here and there ...later on that...so mid sems had crept in and i had gauged that the syllabus was humoungus..."Is life hell here in DCE or what??"--&lt;&lt;--i asked myself...i thought i was at the epicenter if a seismic disaster about to ruin mankind...well so i thought i mean come on Azad sir enough already yaar...Did you realy expect us to cram kai hwang in 1 day?..."Im no superman"&lt;br /&gt;  So anyways mum asked me whether i was interested in going to agra for 2-3 days and i said yeah why not? I mean going to the Taj mahal would be Fun right....maybe not i was in two minds as exams were approaching and by jesus and i had not read even a single word (not that i cared hehe)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So the Next day we decided that we'll go by car..."Where will be staying mum?", i asked...&lt;br /&gt;  Oh its an Old friend of mine Dr ABC . She and her husband were off to Give an international Gyanae talk in a Conference in Dhaka. Oh i almost forgot Dr ABC is incidentally the All India president Of the Gaynae Society (a pretty big shot Doc at that)..actually both of them and mum were passouts from the same Medical College.....Needless to say their house was a palace of many sorts umm consider a mughal sheraton but with 100 beds and 24 hour emergency service !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still couldnt figure out why mum was going there leaving her own practice here ! But i rather dint ask...the five hour journey was good ..thanks DevD for your endless suppourt through your songs...!!! And we had reached there...!! Aah and i almost forgot Mum had already been there 3 years ago...Took a training in IVF (test tube babies-for the lay-menzzz)..actually they were the onezzz who brought it to India!&lt;br /&gt;  As soon as we reached the living room i expected somme cheerful welcome but Au contraire i was shocked to see the gloom in the house that was so cheerfull as described by mom on her last vist here...I touched uncle's feet (Dr ABC's father--)..he is 73 i guess and himself An FRCS doctor (Man how did they do it back then--FRCS- is foreign se Doctory in layman terms).&lt;br /&gt;"How is She??" ,mum asked uncle? ...Bas kaam chal raha hai , he replied. He led us into this room ...this room was unlike any other iv ever seen till date ,,,all the walls decorated to the hilt....it had a gaint chandlier in the ceiling...all the walls had graffiti on them...walls had many a paintings that reflected a  conneissure to perfection ! On a wall i saw i big board with a lot of get well soon notes signed by different and random people...amidst all this foofarraw lay Aunt (Age 70+)...yes she was in a COMA for the last 2 years ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;kabhi yunhin jab huyi bojhal saansen&lt;br /&gt;bhar aayi baithe baithe jab yuhin aankhen&lt;br /&gt;tabhi machala ke pyaar se chal ke&lt;br /&gt;chhuye koyi mujhe par nazar na aaye nazar na aaye&lt;br /&gt;kahin door jab din dhal jaye&lt;br /&gt;saanjh ki dulhan badan churaaye chupake se aaye&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man i shudder to recollect those scenes in my memory..!!! How can a 100% energetic and caring person who was all fit and fine one day suddenly lay on the bed fr the last two years without even making the slightest of gestures! Mom told me about her from her last visit to Aunt's house...mum really liked her i saw a tear trickle doen her face...!!! "I am back Aunty Ji....namaste How are you??"..mum asked but got no reply...only her eyes blinked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest to God ....you dont remember your calculus you had studied ,you dont remember your medicine heck you dont even remember your own name ...even if you are a soft person or a hulk hogan...i can tell from personla experieince...even the strongest of men cry when they see their loved ones in pain !&lt;br /&gt;Buddy you dont ask questions....how did it happen? whozz fault..?// when..??? Who..?? you just pray...pray pray pray pray....that they get well !! and nothing else really matters then!&lt;br /&gt;Uncle on the other hand was very kind and gentle and caring..."Adit you must be tired ...take some rest and we'll have dinner!!" was all he said to me..!!!&lt;br /&gt;    I often ask myself...how can some people who maybe physically so fraille...be  mentally so strong...you would'nt belive but he goes to take a walk every morning at 4:00 am sharp.&lt;br /&gt;    God is often like this...mom told me that aunt is also a doctor and a great and caring one at that...!! then why ..?? I really don't ave an answer but whenver i am in a dilemma i always qoute the Bhagwada Geeta.."Jo bhi hota hai acche ke liye hota hai"..but i guess this is one of the exceptions of this qoute close to my heart!&lt;br /&gt;After this all my fears of mid sems had just plainly gone away...i just saw the problems of real life that were colossal en compar to mine...i dont know all such experinces help you reflect on your on life...how you live it? are you just living for the sake of it? alwas ask yourself? Whom are you living for? whart good are you to anyone in this whole world? then you'll start seeing the real world!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;kahin to ye dil kabhi mil nahin paate&lt;br /&gt;kahin se nikal aaye janmon ke naate&lt;br /&gt;ghani thi ulajhan bairi apanaa man&lt;br /&gt;apanaa hi hoke sahe dard paraaye dard paraaye&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All i can say is that dard apne ho ya paraye bas unse ladne ki shakti humein bhagwaan dete rahein..!!!&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon aunt! Il update you As and when i get any updates n her health!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and until then Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170844011123348234-7087005217921261306?l=kumaradit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/feeds/7087005217921261306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170844011123348234&amp;postID=7087005217921261306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/7087005217921261306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/7087005217921261306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/2009/03/warning-dont-read-thisvery-boring-stuff.html' title='Warning--Dont read this....very boring stuff!!'/><author><name>kadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748362063382461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/SW4DzHS_cHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tGY-k39GroA/S220/ATgAAAD2JVfBpl7pV8XhsxASgvOi9q_VIbYhSwGG4VWjQEyDrXaYnjdpBoz9GSNLcx8sjYZp6iUut1wZzHsbsT7xSYz7AJtU9VAdGrO4A75st0dT2dCfG3DzHb3HGw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170844011123348234.post-3620901819575832350</id><published>2009-03-31T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:07:03.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay its been a while so lets refresh ourselves with a short story first...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Mayonnaise Jar and Two Cups of Coffee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in &lt;br /&gt;a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the two cups of &lt;br /&gt;coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ============================= &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. &lt;br /&gt; He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The &lt;br /&gt;pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes". &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, " I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The golf balls are the important things in life. Your God, your family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions: things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sand is everything else: the small stuff. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean house and fix the disposal. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care  of the golf balls first; the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...i must say this was indeed one of the the best one iv read till date....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170844011123348234-3620901819575832350?l=kumaradit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/feeds/3620901819575832350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170844011123348234&amp;postID=3620901819575832350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/3620901819575832350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/3620901819575832350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-its-been-while-so-lets-refresh.html' title=''/><author><name>kadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748362063382461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/SW4DzHS_cHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tGY-k39GroA/S220/ATgAAAD2JVfBpl7pV8XhsxASgvOi9q_VIbYhSwGG4VWjQEyDrXaYnjdpBoz9GSNLcx8sjYZp6iUut1wZzHsbsT7xSYz7AJtU9VAdGrO4A75st0dT2dCfG3DzHb3HGw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170844011123348234.post-8314966690194020026</id><published>2009-02-01T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:52:07.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!....believing not is Seeing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://resources.yesican-science.ca/lpdd/g06/activities_gr6/seeing_believing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 576px; height: 792px;" src="http://resources.yesican-science.ca/lpdd/g06/activities_gr6/seeing_believing1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://resources.yesican-science.ca/lpdd/g06/activities_gr6/seeing_believing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 576px; height: 792px;" src="http://resources.yesican-science.ca/lpdd/g06/activities_gr6/seeing_believing1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an excerpt from one of my good friend's profile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO TICK PEOPLE OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Leave the copy machine set to reduce 200%, extra dark, 17 inch paper, 99 copies.&lt;br /&gt;2. In the memo field of all your checks, write "for sexual favors."&lt;br /&gt;3. Specify that your drive-through order is "TO-GO."&lt;br /&gt;4. If you have a glass eye, tap on it occasionally with your pen while talking to others.&lt;br /&gt;5. Stomp on little plastic ketchup packets.&lt;br /&gt;6. Insist on keeping your car windshield wipers running in all weather conditions "to keep them tuned up."&lt;br /&gt;7. Reply to everything someone says with "that's what you think."&lt;br /&gt;8. Practice making fax and modem noises.&lt;br /&gt;9. Highlight irrelevant information in scientific papers and "cc" them to your boss.&lt;br /&gt;10. Make beeping noises when a large person backs up.&lt;br /&gt;11. Finish all your sentences with the words "in accordance with prophesy."&lt;br /&gt;12. Signal that a conversation is over by clamping your hands over your ears and grimacing.&lt;br /&gt;13. Disassemble your pen and "accidentally" flip the ink cartridge across the room.&lt;br /&gt;14. Holler random numbers while someone is counting.&lt;br /&gt;15. Adjust the tint on your TV so that all the people are green, and insist to others that you "like it that way."&lt;br /&gt;16. Staple pages in the middle of the page.&lt;br /&gt;17. Publicly investigate just how slowly you can make a croaking noise.&lt;br /&gt;18. Honk and wave to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;19. Decline to be seated at a restaurant, and simply eat their complimentary mints at the cash register.&lt;br /&gt;20. TYPE IN UPPERCASE.&lt;br /&gt;21. type only in lowercase.&lt;br /&gt;22. dont use any punctuation either&lt;br /&gt;23. Buy a large quantity of orange traffic cones and reroute whole streets.&lt;br /&gt;24. Repeat the following conversation a dozen times.&lt;br /&gt;"DO YOU HEAR THAT?"&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"Never mind, it's gone now."&lt;br /&gt;25. As much as possible, skip rather than walk.&lt;br /&gt;26. Try playing the William Tell Overture by tapping on the bottom of your chin. When nearly done, announce "No, wait, I messed it up," and repeat.&lt;br /&gt;27. Ask people what gender they are.&lt;br /&gt;28. While making presentations, occasionally bob your head like a parakeet.&lt;br /&gt;29. Sit in your front yard pointing a hair dryer at passing cars to see if they slow down.&lt;br /&gt;30. Sing along at the opera.&lt;br /&gt;31. Go to a poetry recital and ask why each poem doesn't rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;32. Ask your co-workers mysterious questions and then scribble their answers in a notebook. Mutter something about "psychological profiles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and if you are wondering who is he ? THen i can safely say that he is "soon to be doctor" pursuing MBBS from Aiims (8 sem)...hehe...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So as i was saying...Dont believe what you see  case in point --&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend "Angel" recently got a reply from "The biggest software" company for the position on an out-tern .He was asked to fill out a particular forma asking details which he had already (faked) in his resume! So he waits for a few days and guess what he is told that some how in 3 days he is not fit for a position with them..anywho a similar thing happened again this time with me..its rather embarrasing so il just say that "Half the time MNC is their own third rate insti and stipend amount is always exagerrated".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder what is there to believe in this world? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"for beliving in something that i doubt will i have to doubt everything that i believe in..??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170844011123348234-8314966690194020026?l=kumaradit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/feeds/8314966690194020026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170844011123348234&amp;postID=8314966690194020026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/8314966690194020026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/8314966690194020026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/2009/02/believing-not-is-seeing.html' title='!!!!....believing not is Seeing'/><author><name>kadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748362063382461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/SW4DzHS_cHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tGY-k39GroA/S220/ATgAAAD2JVfBpl7pV8XhsxASgvOi9q_VIbYhSwGG4VWjQEyDrXaYnjdpBoz9GSNLcx8sjYZp6iUut1wZzHsbsT7xSYz7AJtU9VAdGrO4A75st0dT2dCfG3DzHb3HGw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170844011123348234.post-8560520230440703007</id><published>2009-01-24T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:48:22.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whta th fcuk is tihs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dailygalaxy.com/photos/uncategorized/stevejobsphotomosaic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 415px; height: 337px;" src="http://www.dailygalaxy.com/photos/uncategorized/stevejobsphotomosaic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay as a premise ...i am writng this post&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; without usng backspace&lt;/span&gt; ...hehe so kindly bear with the type errors...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;So kids today im gonna tell u an incredible story..."Nothing good ever haapeens in college after 3pm"--&lt;br /&gt;19th Jan,2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9 Am&lt;/span&gt;- i went to college after a hiatus of 1 moth(month) ...did a lab got my first attendance all was good...till i heard ki "reverse-head banger" is gonna give us dm k marks--if u are wondering what is DM then its just a subject frm our 5 sem...(Deadly msths...)...So it goes without saying that i was a bit tense about the marks...though i am sure that il get great marks in it(But I did not!)....So me n my frind Algo boy decided to chillax at CSi'z room in BC hostel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2.35&lt;/span&gt; pn-we decide that we'll not attend the class...even though we both had 0 attendance ...we dint want the Damn marks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2.36 &lt;/span&gt;- He accidentally played the "lakshya"-song...inspirational as it is...i decided that well attend the class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3.30&lt;/span&gt;- we went to the class as the two cool dudes...but we say our fellow warriors standing outside the class with tha sad expression that said it all..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3.43&lt;/span&gt;- We met chocolate boyand her friend ...asked about the marks...she said 84 he said 39...thats it simple as that ....&lt;br /&gt;we were going home we had decided....!!! But no...i was still adamant to get an attendance out of headbanger,,,,...so algoboy n i decided to...yeah...wait for it....."wait in the lobby"..then as he comes out we'll get our attence marked...so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4.43 &lt;/span&gt;he finally comes out....no wait we went in....topper boy n topper girl came out happy n chheerfull as ever...84 n 85 resoectively....even ghissu mittalhad 85..!!!...so i went in and jat-boy said i had 4 in internals...my heart sank...i just wanted to get the hell outaa there...so i asked him 4 attendance...he said...i have 66 ...man did i feel relived....no...i was overjoyed....i was literally jumping....even KT who had 83 looked amused as he saw me rejoice...!!!So i had passed....!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;You must be thinking why am i tellung you this...??&lt;br /&gt;See.&lt;blockquote&gt;.firstly i want that unlike me you should have more confidence in yourself...and should not hesitate...whatever you did in life is definetly going to help yoi in some way or the other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Everything in life can b compared to lil dots,,,,which will seem irrelevant now..but will definetly connect to something big in the fiture..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh n BTW..algo boy also did well..He got 74.&lt;/blockquote&gt;..NSit mein shayd aisa nai hota ho..hehe...!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bye n TC...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170844011123348234-8560520230440703007?l=kumaradit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/feeds/8560520230440703007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170844011123348234&amp;postID=8560520230440703007' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/8560520230440703007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/8560520230440703007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/2009/01/whta-th-fcuk-is-tihs.html' title='whta th fcuk is tihs?'/><author><name>kadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748362063382461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/SW4DzHS_cHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tGY-k39GroA/S220/ATgAAAD2JVfBpl7pV8XhsxASgvOi9q_VIbYhSwGG4VWjQEyDrXaYnjdpBoz9GSNLcx8sjYZp6iUut1wZzHsbsT7xSYz7AJtU9VAdGrO4A75st0dT2dCfG3DzHb3HGw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170844011123348234.post-7086239004029732599</id><published>2009-01-14T04:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T04:10:31.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The White Tiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/SW3WFKpwS8I/AAAAAAAAAbY/wXmd6tTy8nM/s1600-h/india+beggar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/SW3WFKpwS8I/AAAAAAAAAbY/wXmd6tTy8nM/s320/india+beggar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291120521477376962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing at the heart of this novel, and in the heart of Balram as well, is the tension between loyalty to oneself and to one's family.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balram Halwai, the narrator of, "The White Tiger," is a modern Indian hero. In a country stung by its newfound economic prowess, he is a successful entrepreneur, a self-made man who has risen on the back of India's much-depleted technology industry. In a nation proudly shedding a history of poverty and underdevelopment, he represents, as he himself says, "tomorrow." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adiga's nascent idea is to give us Balram's story via seven letters to the Chinese prime minister, who, Balram has decided, must be told the truth about India before a forthcoming state visit. So Balram begins: he tells of Delhi's servants, who live in rotting basements below the glass apartment blocks that are home to their employers. He tells of how Ashok's family bribe government ministers, and how national elections are rigged. Ashok, trendy and liberal, is forever expressing guilt over Balram's treatment, but his fine words never come to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, of course, Balram must tell us just how, exactly, he grew a Big Belly himself. Tired of a life of servitude, he takes the violent action that secures his place among Delhi's rich. Adiga's plot is somewhat predictable – the murder that is committed ......&lt;br /&gt;Halwai's lesson about the new India is drawn from the rags-to-riches story of his own life. For Halwai, the son of a rural rickshaw-puller, is from the "Darkness": "Please understand, Your Excellency, that India is two countries in one: an India of Light, and an India of Darkness. The ocean brings light to my country. Every place on the map of India near the ocean is well-off. But the river brings darkness to India - the black river." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black river is the Ganges, beloved of the sari-and-spices tourist image of India. ("No! - Mr Jiabao, I urge you not to dip in the Ganga, unless you want your mouth full of faeces, straw, soggy parts of human bodies, buffalo carrion, and seven different kinds of industrial acids.") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, this novel seems like a straightforward tale, albeit given a dazzling twist by the narrator's sharp and satirical eye for the realities of life for India's poor. ("In the old days there were 1,000 castes...in India. These days, there are just two castes: Men with Big Bellies, and Men with Small Bellies.") But as the narrative draws the reader further in, and darkens, it becomes clear that Adiga is playing a bigger game.Halwai's lesson in The White Tiger is that poverty creates monsters, and he himself is just such a monster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the charaterer of Halwai - witty, pithy, ultimately psychopathic. And there is real life imagery, with which the author brings story into focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But To be fair the characters can also seem superficial. Balram's landlord boss and his wife are caricatures of the insensitive upper classes, cruel to and remote from their employees. Although Balram himself is somewhat more interesting..!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end all i'd like to say is that --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arvind Adiga is a real life "White Tiger"....&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But what my mind really wonders is that though one can  see some small kids who were forced to sell this book along with others at almost every Red light signal In delhi .....Will "they" ever read the Novel..and rise from the ashes and rebuild the New India like a phoenix...??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170844011123348234-7086239004029732599?l=kumaradit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/feeds/7086239004029732599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170844011123348234&amp;postID=7086239004029732599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/7086239004029732599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/7086239004029732599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/2009/01/white-tiger.html' title='The White Tiger'/><author><name>kadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748362063382461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/SW4DzHS_cHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tGY-k39GroA/S220/ATgAAAD2JVfBpl7pV8XhsxASgvOi9q_VIbYhSwGG4VWjQEyDrXaYnjdpBoz9GSNLcx8sjYZp6iUut1wZzHsbsT7xSYz7AJtU9VAdGrO4A75st0dT2dCfG3DzHb3HGw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/SW3WFKpwS8I/AAAAAAAAAbY/wXmd6tTy8nM/s72-c/india+beggar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170844011123348234.post-4135575023774326514</id><published>2009-01-09T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T04:06:50.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!!!......... SDNEIRF YM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/SWc8jcv3SLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/phZDfHs2v-M/s1600-h/14022008159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/SWc8jcv3SLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/phZDfHs2v-M/s320/14022008159.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289262867079973042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;GO Back...Back right Now....!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dont Read on....see you are reading on..what did i say..?? Ok your wish...you wont heed to my advise any who..!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well times are tough these days..?? MAN WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?? i see bomb attacks..terrorists....Inflation....Dropping Sensex..Recession....Gang Rapes...Oil Strikes..!! I mean is it me or is something wrong with the world? This coupled with the fact that Microsoft laying of 10 k employees...!!! Hehe...so much for my java assignments,,,!! I recently joined CL(MBA-prep)...heck im gonna say it no one's reading this page anyway~~Man is that place crowded...!! you gotta give a MBA degree to those guys for handling us all in such small (CP is too costly) rooms!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what keeps me going in these times..?? NO ..Answer is not "Destiny" or sum ol crap ...its just my great friends...suppourtive as they are ...its just their mere presence in my life that gives me a kick!!! I dont know how and iv never said it but they somehow almost always manage to guage my mental state my just looking at my face...!!! Il be honest ...i always told them that you are mistaken  ..nut deep down i was always amazed to see how much they could decipher froma single facial expression,,...!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Clearly as you are reading my blah-2 ...you must have seen the face..and asked the same question to yourself..!! I am not gonna say which question ...but you got it..!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also sometims get this feeling that i am not reciprocating as much as they do to me...somethimes i feel that they'll be annoyed with me for not keeping in touch or not chit chating "that" ,much....but they never are !!!! "are they super or what"--I always wonder!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of all my friends i think i am the one who lets them down the most...(Now now dont start recollecting your own fiasco's involving me..im sure there are many....!)But somehow...my friendship with them has survived...!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But there are different levels of friendship....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) The childhood friendship-is by far the easiest and the most cherished!!!11&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Then the school life followed by college life...they are your strongest companions...i always belive that you can "make" love but you can never "make" friendship...friendship "to bas ho jaati hai",....hehe...straight out of yash johar ..huh??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) then comes the work-related friendship...!...not much knowledge here as  i have'nt really experienced much here...!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last but not the least i remeber this sms joke i saw on my friend's cell.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"your best friend will never bail you out of jail.......he'll be sitting in there with you".......With this same ferver as ever i wish every-one and may your frienship with your friends be stronger than ever...!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this post is dedicated to all my friends...!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know i love you all!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for being there!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Regards&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kadi( Why this wierd nick name??...long story...!!!!!...but you can bet who gave it to me!!!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170844011123348234-4135575023774326514?l=kumaradit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/feeds/4135575023774326514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170844011123348234&amp;postID=4135575023774326514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/4135575023774326514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/4135575023774326514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/2009/01/sdneirf-ym.html' title='!!!!!!!......... SDNEIRF YM'/><author><name>kadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748362063382461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/SW4DzHS_cHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tGY-k39GroA/S220/ATgAAAD2JVfBpl7pV8XhsxASgvOi9q_VIbYhSwGG4VWjQEyDrXaYnjdpBoz9GSNLcx8sjYZp6iUut1wZzHsbsT7xSYz7AJtU9VAdGrO4A75st0dT2dCfG3DzHb3HGw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/SWc8jcv3SLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/phZDfHs2v-M/s72-c/14022008159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170844011123348234.post-3445875942975455833</id><published>2008-08-06T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:35:26.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life at its best'/><title type='text'>My first post dedicated to my doggie-flippy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.greatdogsite.com/admin/uploaded_files/thumbnails/labrador_retriever386.25x_1191384686515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.greatdogsite.com/admin/uploaded_files/thumbnails/labrador_retriever386.25x_1191384686515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spokesmanreview.com/blogs/vox/media/Labrador-Retriever-Puppies.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,every one has some cherishable moments in life and indeed if they are associated with some-one special they become specially etched in one's memory! Now before you rush to any conclusion that this "blog" is not for me it is dedicated to my &lt;strong&gt;black-lab&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;flippy&lt;/em&gt; aka&lt;em&gt; fluffy&lt;/em&gt; etc. So on "popular" demand ,here he was sll shining black coat,as small as my palm,Cute little paws,eyes with so much innocence in them.He was brought in Aug,2006 and since then life clearly has'nt been the same.&lt;br /&gt;The first few months are always the best!The cute little puppy always used to amaze me with his &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;exeptionally high I.Q&lt;/span&gt;.(and i am not kidding!)....though sometimes he did use to "bug" me because he was "always" hungry...yes ,he had a big-appetite! So when he was small ,we used to feed him cerelac which he used to slurp up in a jiffy!But pets escpecially dogs can get annoying when you have to do the cleaning part,any-who i was very happy!&lt;br /&gt;Soon he started recognizing people...now you may think whats so special in this? Every dog does that! the answer can be sought only after you meet him!He can recognize out of 3 new people he meets which one would be a nurse,a guest and a "servant"...special emphasis on the last one because ,herein lies his "food-arranging" capabilities,if you know what i mean!Then as if in auto-learn mode he himself learned the daily chores like "where to pee","pick up the morning paper"...etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;But somehow all was not well...you see flippy as i said is a "voracious" eater ,not only was his frequency of diet and supplimentary diet pretty high but he also eats pretty "fast", often swallowing without chewing!when gorging on cerelac it was'nt such a big problem but when we started giving him doggie food like "pedigree" n all ....He used "vomit" ,and that too vigorously and that was a big problem considering that he is jus a 2 year old dog who used to again re-eat that(groce,i know!)...not only that his throat was also usually blocked up and he used to choke a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Due to all this my"cute-fat" labrador had turned into a pale ,"thin" and most importantly "sad" doggie..you know in today's paper i was that a recent survey has shown that your dog also "empathises" with your emotions and he also feels depresed a lot !This ,was not at all helped by the fact that he could not "express" his feelings and emotions to anybody!---Not even to his mother!&lt;br /&gt;We did take him to almost all the "so called" best Vets in town and even to the district vet...but no use..his condition was really fraille.....&lt;br /&gt;but as luck would have it.we did meet up with a Vet who advised ""butter-milk" soaked rotis" to him..and wallah it worked !&lt;br /&gt;Not only did his vomiting stop but he also regained full composure of his body and health(both physical and mental!)...now flippy thanks to his "custom"-diet is all healthy(touch wood) and happy! If you are also a pet-enthusiast please do leave a comment it "will" be appreciated and here' s a website for you all &lt;a href="http://www.doggyspace.com/"&gt;http://www.doggyspace.com/&lt;/a&gt; --enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;p.s-he still eats damn fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170844011123348234-3445875942975455833?l=kumaradit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/feeds/3445875942975455833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170844011123348234&amp;postID=3445875942975455833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/3445875942975455833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170844011123348234/posts/default/3445875942975455833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumaradit.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first-post-dedicated-to-my-doggie.html' title='My first post dedicated to my doggie-flippy!'/><author><name>kadz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10748362063382461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__7jQ97rnf70/SW4DzHS_cHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tGY-k39GroA/S220/ATgAAAD2JVfBpl7pV8XhsxASgvOi9q_VIbYhSwGG4VWjQEyDrXaYnjdpBoz9GSNLcx8sjYZp6iUut1wZzHsbsT7xSYz7AJtU9VAdGrO4A75st0dT2dCfG3DzHb3HGw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
