<?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-11295052</id><updated>2011-07-31T14:05:36.276+05:30</updated><title type='text'>GOD ????? where are you</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>deep within</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06609507621780473522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-112177146934758597</id><published>2005-07-19T16:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-19T16:41:09.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well&lt;br /&gt;im sure everyones got their own moments in life which they do remember for life...&lt;br /&gt;some moments get captured in film while some get mapped in the brain..&lt;br /&gt;fortunately..i had one to show...in jpeg&lt;br /&gt;i cant measure the happiness of being with friends..which this picture arouses in me..&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time ...in bombay...walking along on the beach....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3341/910/1600/image051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3341/910/320/image051.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one&lt;br /&gt;though its taken in ahmedabad only...its one thing that ill also remember for the ice cream...taken @ baskin robbins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3341/910/1600/image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3341/910/320/image046.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh!!hope times like these always continue..but a humans life aint a life without the tortures...&lt;br /&gt;sigh!sigh!sigh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-112126203152836681</id><published>2005-07-13T19:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-13T19:10:31.533+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some ones poem</title><content type='html'>OK i know its plagiarism..but i thought i shud share...and it wont harm mr sachin uppal either that his poem now has more ways to reach his mate ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go and tell . . &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She came into my life and I was gliding through sky,&lt;br /&gt;She did some cute things and made those butterflies fly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I always cared for her and wanted her to be beside me,&lt;br /&gt;Always loved her and used to think what she feels for me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to tell her how much I cared and love her,&lt;br /&gt;But just stopped before making the final stir..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But soon I realized that it's me, who loves her and not her,&lt;br /&gt;She always took me as a friend; it was I who was in fuzz..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now she is now gone; happy and content,&lt;br /&gt;But who am I kidding; it was I who went to that extent..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But soon I realized this is so close to the life,&lt;br /&gt;When did I tell her I always wanted her to be my life..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I loved her with my whole heart feeling every single pain she had,&lt;br /&gt;But when did I go and tell her about the feeling that I had..?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I loved her and felt the pain she had,&lt;br /&gt;But when did I tell her the feeling that I had..?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With this question intriguing me in my life,&lt;br /&gt;Now I learnt to get over this mental strife..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It made me realize that one has to just go and tell,&lt;br /&gt;How you feel, you have to go and break the spell . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-112126203152836681?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/feeds/112126203152836681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11295052&amp;postID=112126203152836681&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/112126203152836681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/112126203152836681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/2005/07/some-ones-poem.html' title='Some ones poem'/><author><name>deep within</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06609507621780473522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-112100310652464109</id><published>2005-07-10T17:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-10T19:15:06.530+05:30</updated><title type='text'>4 de's in goa</title><content type='html'>On board the train...&lt;br /&gt;we play cards....the only thing to like in a train journey..and we play till late...&lt;br /&gt;i wake up only to see the faces of two frendz smudged in toothpaste and ketchup...&lt;br /&gt;the photos shall b made available as soon as I get them..&lt;br /&gt;After a good laff and a few angry abuses from those frends..we sit n njoy the stuff outside...konkan railway rulz as far as the view outside goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get down at Thivim Station....just to find rains welcoming us :)&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Searching in progress now.....thanks to the cabbie..we r led to a decent cheep hotel..nr Calangute beech...where i have to get to convince frends to take up an AC room cos it helps relieve the stress after a long days journey...:)&lt;br /&gt;In 1 hr of my stay i had counted atleast 4 vanishings of electricity!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why the AC rooms wer kept...&lt;br /&gt;And the HOT water tap was just not working...atleast when i was in for a bath..&lt;br /&gt;Enough of kickin the poor Hotel's arse(personification of the Hotel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening begins...we wait 1 n a half hr to get three bikes..which were good enuff for us to roam till the night...&lt;br /&gt;we move around till again the rain god showers his happiness on us...this time i think he was reallly happy...and i was lucky enuff to have a raincoat(thanks mom)..&lt;br /&gt;We again rome about in and around panaji..eet n go back..again to play cards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day...the rains brougth back the brains of some ppl and sense prevailed when we bookd a scorpio for the whole stay period..only to begin fights over who drove it...boys will b boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i dont think its much describing...on an average runs of 150 kms pr day...with 250 at the peak covered goa all in all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice eeting..nice drinking..nice roaming...and nice beaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the news came in that trains are getting cancelld an all..so the other ppl tht of extending the stay...to which i agreed upon...&lt;br /&gt;Had to get my flight itinerary changd..just to find on returnin' that the othr ppl are planning to go to PUNE leeving me alienated...GRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the nice days spent...all tended to be forgotten by this very thing..&lt;br /&gt;aur kya karte..&lt;br /&gt;went and bookd a nice enuff hotel where one would actually enjoy solace...&lt;br /&gt;and saw two movies.&lt;br /&gt;and went of to bombay the next day to live happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;end of story..&lt;br /&gt;now u can wake up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-112100310652464109?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/feeds/112100310652464109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11295052&amp;postID=112100310652464109&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/112100310652464109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/112100310652464109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/2005/07/4-des-in-goa.html' title='4 de&apos;s in goa'/><author><name>deep within</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06609507621780473522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-112076070680793455</id><published>2005-07-07T22:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-08T17:27:07.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Vacation</title><content type='html'>Hell OOO&lt;br /&gt;am back...im rather late to tell ya that cuz i was back a few days ago..&lt;br /&gt;so how wus the trip..here it goes&lt;br /&gt;the day b4 the trip..i got to see the most ultimate paradox ive seen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3341/910/1600/Image%2854%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3341/910/320/Image%2854%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Left ahd jn. @ 8:25 in the evening...in a train called Ahmedabad-Mumbai Supa Special Vacation Express...thanx to my friends who convinced me to get on this very special train..&lt;br /&gt;now the paradox here was...i was traveling with a strolley having my mom's airline tag showing "Executive Class" while i was travelling in a three tier (probably thurd class) train for just the second time..&lt;br /&gt;the first time was again with frenz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that i dint want to...just that i had to make some adjustments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing i did while getting on the train was..."woah man get some pics of this seat we'r on...wont see more dirty seats again ever so.." to the sheer amazement of my friend who reminded me that they are always the same in any train...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we had another connecting train to catch viz was @ 7:00 am from CST(prev known as VT) and this special train would drop us @ bom cent @ 5 am...ideally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on...the train was already 20 mins late from the start...till we were a full 6 hrs late while reaching bom...&lt;br /&gt;the train then got stuck up at some suburb in between nr dadar...where i got to see the face of death for the first time..and believe me it looks n feels horrible...HORRIBLE&lt;br /&gt;one of my MOST stupid friends told other stupid ones that we should get down on the tracks since the road is just visible and we can walk across the six tracks that seperated us from the road...&lt;br /&gt;three followed him...and the two including me had no options left and reluctantly followed suit after a lot of screaming to call them back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what followed was...the footsteps of all were as cool n lazy as if it was some big feat to have jumpd of the train on the tracks...some 4-6 lanes or (actively in use) train tracks were there in front of us...just then one sees a train at a distance..and then two...also nobody can guess what tracks they are on from a distance...&lt;br /&gt;we are all too far away now from the train even to get back...i hear ppl screeming from the train for us to get back...&lt;br /&gt;the cool ones see fear and stupidity of their brains now...&lt;br /&gt;footsteps become so frantic..u can describe em as SPRINTING..&lt;br /&gt;also on the other side...between the road and us theres all this water filled area..which ppl travelling in mumbai must b aware of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there it was i tht the moment of doom...ppl would hear and see from the newspapers the next day...6 bodies found etc. etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few (10 - 20) secs b4 the train passed..some1 managed to find a foot wide narrow lane leading to the road(that too by chance)...in which all of us managed to get thru...while jumping off the water between us n the train..&lt;br /&gt;such unasked for heroics...&lt;br /&gt;all were shuddering ... jst then the cool ones said..."mazaa aa gaya...deep tu kyu dar gaya tha??"&lt;br /&gt;i go BULLSHIT Y DOESNT GOD KIL THAT BASTARD B4 I DO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE REASON...IM NOT TRAVELLING BY TRAIN AGAIN...ESPECIALLY THE SPECIAL ONES&lt;br /&gt;this is too much for me in place of the nice comfortable aisle seat i would have taken with me touching down @ mumbai in 45 mins rather than wasting bolldy 12 hrs and putting my life at stake after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the train @ 7 was missed...just to book another unknown train to madgaon(GOA) leavin at 11 pm&lt;br /&gt;where to spend the rest of the time?&lt;br /&gt;so we go to the waiting room where we bribe the bai over there to allow us to take bath...thanks to milind for his marathi that we got in ..&lt;br /&gt;the bai not getting satisfied by 20 we had to give her 50 bux...bombay ka rate hai bhai..&lt;br /&gt;the waiting room was surprisingly well kept...so that i could eject all the shit...no way i would do dat in the train whaddya think of me??&lt;br /&gt;and go to bath...nice cold water...oooooh now i can say "mazaa aa gaya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo we roam about in mumbai...being hungry since its alreddy 1 we go to mcdonalds just opp cst...and eeeeet and eeet&lt;br /&gt;after that&lt;br /&gt;another bad thing i did...being so frustrated with the trip..i had my first PUFF of CIGARETTE and a CIGAR&lt;br /&gt;I STIL GET NO REASON BEHIND HAVING THESE SHIT BIG FAT WALLET SUCKING THINGS TO PUFF ON...DINT LIKE EM AND WONT DO THAT AGAIN...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we roamd around in mumbai..the usual places...with a frend who joined in from bom itself..stayed for a while in a flat @ hiranandani...did go karting..in which i WON &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended the day @ bom while loitering around at NARIMAN Pt. to get into a train for madgaon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest shall b continued tommm&lt;br /&gt;till then... REST IN PISS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-112076070680793455?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/feeds/112076070680793455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11295052&amp;postID=112076070680793455&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/112076070680793455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/112076070680793455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-vacation.html' title='My Vacation'/><author><name>deep within</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06609507621780473522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-111901813638507897</id><published>2005-06-17T18:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-17T19:53:44.540+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Car..Exams..Parineeta</title><content type='html'>Parineetaa&lt;br /&gt;what a movie....one of the best that ive seen in recent times...&lt;br /&gt;A story about selflessness of love and also how complex love is as an emotion.&lt;br /&gt;It is more felt than said....&lt;br /&gt;The way you have to hide something which you usually dont want to...misinterpretations almost leading to an end which i wouldnt have beared - all that which happens in ur life!!!.&lt;br /&gt;A movie in which i needed to cry...a lot...but just that i dint have the company with me which would let me..&lt;br /&gt;But its got a very happy ending of which even i crave of..marrying a girl whom you love....that which ive always believed in.&lt;br /&gt;Im sure now Ill go to see the movie again and this time with my MOM so that i can cry along...&lt;br /&gt;Living in the world of exams makes you cold as steel and this was just the movie that i needed to see at this juncture..when i still have to finish my viva and lots of pending stuff.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;People were kinda expecting me to write something abt my car..but then a car is a car..what more should i write abt it..i guess i had written lots of stuff before abt my CAR but that was just because of my old car giving me the pains which it dint forget trying even on its last day in my hands!!!Poor thing i know i sold it to some good hands who will take good care of her...lets just hope she lives out her old age...in peace!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this new one is as faithful as "Lolita"(Dont take it the other way...its just the way Bong bandhus pronounce Lalita i guess)&lt;br /&gt;lest i donot overuse it as i did with the last one...but ive already done that!!!...1500 kms in 15 days...got it 2 days b4 the exams and now even b4 theyve finished ive to get it serviced(the first free one!!)though it was running real nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dreams b4 of pimping up my new car...but dad got the smell of it and got me a color which looks better when the car is not pimped.so all my money would now only go into the performance parts....K&amp;N air filters,exhaust replacement..the tires seem to be nice for now and i dont think mags ever suited the esteem so no need for them as well.&lt;br /&gt;audio needs to b jazzd up a bit..might get those amps and woofers installd neways.&lt;br /&gt;but then thats it..overdressing a car also may drive up its ego..so no outwardly changes for this already decent looking lady o mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dint get the usual 2299 as this car is for me ONLY..so got a number which demands a certain lesser authority than the one b4 but yet has the hindu lucky no "9" smartly encapsulated within .. 5445 ..a stint with 9999 (my dio) made me realize that you are given respect in this country depending upon the number you have on your car.People get afraid of you by seeing the number on your car!!!so i wanted certain normalcy this time though getting the no "9" (dad wanted it for me cos its my lucky no. as he sez so)imbibed within..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gj 1 hk(haram khor as my idiot frends tend to call it and to add to my woes i paid money to get this series :( )  5445 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Also coming back to one of my previous post about all the material things in life...it was more me wanting to tell all that i have all but aint happy..it isnt about getting such things and even i aint about getting such things for show off. but me got misunderstood this time as well..ppl coming and asking me to tell more abt my "well being".&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i dont like people teasing me with is about the amount of money that i might have....that simple..people dont understand when u tell them "dont talk abt this ever.."&lt;br /&gt;whatever the fucking problem is with them...i get whatever stuff i like and whatever i think is right for me.there is no fucking reason why i should lose whatever i have and become a bhikhari for people who think that ive become too egoistic...the problem lies with them who have become jealous off late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to my fullest not to show off or rather offend people by having the better stuff than what they might have..but just for doing that i wouldnt buy the lesser things in life which i dont like... &lt;br /&gt;what can i do if i like good clothes and have the money to buy them&lt;br /&gt;what can i do if its only me in my frend circle whos given his own car&lt;br /&gt;then people try to compare their other friends car with mine and say why did you buy such a cheap car!!!!(as if they can come fuckin out of their two wheelers )&lt;br /&gt;what can i do if my dad insists on me buying an ipod rather than me denying to want it!!&lt;br /&gt;what can i do if im not allowd to travel by second class non ac train by my parents??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try a lot to be more at par with my friends which is a bigger requirement nowadays to keep them feel non egoistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staying at a dirt shit place in bombay with them where you even have to think twice before going in to the tiolet!!!..staying in nadiad with friends in a room which i would generally hate when i had an airconditiond bunglow there.&lt;br /&gt;i bought a mediocre cell phone as well so that ppl would stop caling "bade baap ka beta" but sold it off in two weeks just for the sake of getting a better deal to being again called "bade baap ka beta"&lt;br /&gt;going on a train in second class non ac with them by telling dad that im going in ac sleeper only...that too to bombay where i dont even think of nething but flying to.&lt;br /&gt;but then when you return in a flight bcos ur tired and couldnt like to go on a train...uur called a "bade baap ka beta"&lt;br /&gt;i might as well add "bade baap ka bigda hua beta"&lt;br /&gt;buy a nice watch that you like and again the same thing....blah blah &lt;br /&gt;i know it feels rude to ppl when you have nicer things hanging on you.but then one cant completely change and become a pauper for the sake of mending others' egoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now ive realized ..the more you try to adjust with them the more they take you on&lt;br /&gt;so now one day i get mad after continous torture of that sorts and talk with them about their "aukaat" rather than mine...you think im rude.. so be it.&lt;br /&gt;and then the funny thing is now they feel "bad" about whatever i said even though its the truth and ask me to improve my language!! mad world this is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shhhh&lt;br /&gt;enough of getting your frustration out deep..ppl might not like it and call you that dreaded thing again... so stop here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see when i told i saw the movie at a right time....i needed to get out of all this and be my own self&lt;br /&gt;so here goes my life as it used to.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-111901813638507897?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/feeds/111901813638507897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11295052&amp;postID=111901813638507897&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111901813638507897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111901813638507897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/2005/06/carexamsparineeta.html' title='Car..Exams..Parineeta'/><author><name>deep within</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06609507621780473522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-111794682221072847</id><published>2005-06-05T10:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-05T13:09:26.570+05:30</updated><title type='text'>xams</title><content type='html'>whoever said xams are boring and full of tension&lt;br /&gt;that guy has some serious underestimation problems with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gujarat University exam rulz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-take out shoes b4 sitting 4 the xams&lt;br /&gt;-also take out ur smelly dirt shit socks(we want to smell em while ur givin ur xams)&lt;br /&gt;-please cooperate with the squad and let them undress u till ur naked&lt;br /&gt;-also please let them waste ur 5 precious mins&lt;br /&gt;-Dont copy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-The question paper shall comprise of any topic from this world(you have to write the ans to get marks..period!!)&lt;br /&gt;-thou shall get the question paper 5 mins late than ur specified time and ur answer sheets shall be taken back 5 mins earlier..so dont create a fuss&lt;br /&gt;-you have the right to remain silent&lt;br /&gt;-The course shall change even on the last minute as per the decision of the vice chancellors grand child(he's cute and hee's 4 wanna date??)&lt;br /&gt;-People with no cramming power are not supposed to pass and are seriously discouraged to enter the examination hall.&lt;br /&gt;-Only those questions shall be asked which you might have left or not read properly&lt;br /&gt;-You are not allowed to get more than 50% (for Deep Patel only)&lt;br /&gt;-You shall have external viva this time and all the faculties will be looking forward  to kick ur butt red&lt;br /&gt;-so enjoy the xams while u can&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-111794682221072847?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/feeds/111794682221072847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11295052&amp;postID=111794682221072847&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111794682221072847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111794682221072847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/2005/06/xams.html' title='xams'/><author><name>deep within</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06609507621780473522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-111700108253778938</id><published>2005-05-25T11:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-25T11:34:42.540+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I pod : Greatness??</title><content type='html'>kaash every young kids dreams were fulfilled like mine are being....&lt;br /&gt;ive got one of da best phones,the best headphones,a real nice guitar,a powerhouse of a computer with the fastest and the best of things in it(i call it total domination over my rivals-my friends),and now Da I POD &lt;br /&gt;and is it greatness or what... have loaded 1/3rd of it now with images n moosic for me to do more time pass than ever..and the solitaire in it is total coolness..&lt;br /&gt;and the motion sensor in it is outta this world...i wanna meet the man who made it..(guess ill have to die for it)&lt;br /&gt;Apple GUYS i LOVE u for making such amazing things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-3/969251/Image(37).jpg' width=240 height=320  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what else is left... another car... maybe ill get it day after.&lt;br /&gt;Friends can comment on some other materials that i might not have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm materialistic wants have no end in me it seems.. i think its time for me to do some soul searching..lets see how i can live without all this&lt;br /&gt;nooo not the cellphone.cant live without it pls deep dont keep urselves away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallucinations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cmon now u can stay away..its ur xams that are coming up u dumb ass..wake up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;gawd save me now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-111700108253778938?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/feeds/111700108253778938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11295052&amp;postID=111700108253778938&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111700108253778938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111700108253778938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-pod-greatness.html' title='I pod : Greatness??'/><author><name>deep within</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06609507621780473522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-111652029363678459</id><published>2005-05-19T21:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:10:55.216+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My personality Disorder test</title><content type='html'>Hmm found this one out while doing time pass-my personality disorder test.....&lt;br /&gt;tht i should check it out&lt;br /&gt;i dint know that one coud guess soo much abt a person from a few questions&lt;br /&gt;i stood with my mouth open after the results came out....&lt;br /&gt;but before u read that&lt;br /&gt;i shall try to understand love and friendship&lt;br /&gt;and quotes are more than enough to define and segregate them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for love&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Love is not finding someone to go to bed with, but finding someone you want to wake up next to in the morning&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="300" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizoid.html"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizotypal.html"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/antisocial.html"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/borderline.html"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/histrionic.html"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/narcissistic.html"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/avoidant.html"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/dependent.html"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/ocd.html"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html"&gt;Personality Disorder Information&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-111652029363678459?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/feeds/111652029363678459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11295052&amp;postID=111652029363678459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111652029363678459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111652029363678459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-personality-disorder-test.html' title='My personality Disorder test'/><author><name>deep within</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06609507621780473522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-111600834173783020</id><published>2005-05-13T22:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-13T23:49:01.740+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Star Guitar</title><content type='html'>C major&lt;br /&gt;F major&lt;br /&gt;C extended&lt;br /&gt;WTF....&lt;br /&gt;neways gotta learn all dis when u have a spankin' new guitar in ur hand&lt;br /&gt;brand: gb&amp;a (neva herd offit tho..dukanwalla said "imported che")&lt;br /&gt;nice finish n all(see the shine in da pic); looks like top notch stuff&lt;br /&gt;can be plugged to an amp.....&lt;br /&gt;can be plugged to my speakers and its bloody NAISE &lt;br /&gt;heres da pix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/280903/guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-3/280903/guitar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-111600834173783020?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/feeds/111600834173783020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11295052&amp;postID=111600834173783020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111600834173783020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111600834173783020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/2005/05/star-guitar.html' title='Star Guitar'/><author><name>deep within</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06609507621780473522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-111564930621911467</id><published>2005-05-09T19:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-09T20:07:33.766+05:30</updated><title type='text'>2 days on the internet</title><content type='html'>the last two days i went mad&lt;br /&gt;mad i say mad&lt;br /&gt;i rememberd my 11th and 12th when i was equally mad&lt;br /&gt;staying on the internet 20 hrs outta the 24&lt;br /&gt;ive heard its some disease that hits ppl who get amzed by it&lt;br /&gt;but twas no disease right here with me i should say&lt;br /&gt;was just following a new craze that has hit me - following music when xams come near&lt;br /&gt;kuch xam ka padhneka nai khaali music video dload maaro, lyrics padho and say woooow they are gr8&lt;br /&gt;went mad after some bands which might be new in the scene but are hellishly naaise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A passive Circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs heard from this band --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Judith&lt;/strong&gt; : The song preaches&lt;br /&gt;           ....&lt;br /&gt;           fuck your god, your lord, your christ&lt;br /&gt;           he did this took all you had&lt;br /&gt;           and left you this way&lt;br /&gt;           still you pray never stray&lt;br /&gt;           never taste of the fruit&lt;br /&gt;           never thought to question why&lt;br /&gt;           .............&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Magdalena&lt;/strong&gt; : Da vinci code any one??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overcome by your moving temple overcome by this holiest of altars&lt;br /&gt;so pure so rare to witness such an earthly goddess that i've lost my self control beyond compelled to throw this dollar down&lt;br /&gt;before your holiest of altars&lt;br /&gt;i'd sell my soul my self esteem a dollar at a time for one chance one kiss one taste of you my magdalena...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;The Outsider&lt;/strong&gt; : whos the outsider??( from the Apocalypse OST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me if you can&lt;br /&gt;It's just that this is not the way I'm wired &lt;br /&gt;So could you please, help me understand why&lt;br /&gt;You've given in to all these reckless dark desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're lying to yourself again&lt;br /&gt;Suicidal imbecile&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, put it on the faultline&lt;br /&gt;What'll it take to get it through to you precious&lt;br /&gt;I'm over this, why do you wanna throw it away like this&lt;br /&gt;Such a mess, why would i wanna watch you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disconnect and self destruct one bullet at a time&lt;br /&gt;What's your rush now, everyone will have his day to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medicated, drama queen, picture perfect, numb belligerance&lt;br /&gt;Narcisistic, drama queen, craving fame and all this decadence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying through your teeth again&lt;br /&gt;Suicidal imbecile&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, put it on the fautline&lt;br /&gt;What'll it take to get it through to you precious&lt;br /&gt;I'm over this, why do you wanna throw it away like this&lt;br /&gt;Such a mess, why would i wanna watch you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disconnect and  self destruct one bullet at a time&lt;br /&gt;What's your rush now, everyone will have his day to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Counting Bodies like sheep&lt;/strong&gt;: die you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fret precious, I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;Step away from the window, go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils.&lt;br /&gt;See, they don't give a fuck about you like I do.&lt;br /&gt;Count the bodies like sheep.&lt;br /&gt;Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Passive&lt;/strong&gt; : from Constantine ... the exorcist tellls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead as dead can be&lt;br /&gt;The doctor tells me&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't believe him&lt;br /&gt;Ever the optimistic one&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure of your abilitiy to become&lt;br /&gt;My perfect enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up (why can't you)&lt;br /&gt;and face me (come on now)&lt;br /&gt;Don't play dead (don't play dead)&lt;br /&gt;cuz maybe (because maybe)&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll walk away and say&lt;br /&gt;You disappoint me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're better off this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaning over you here &lt;br /&gt;Cold and catatonic&lt;br /&gt;I catch a brief reflection&lt;br /&gt;What you could and might have been&lt;br /&gt;It's your right and your ability&lt;br /&gt;To become my perfect enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up (why can't you)&lt;br /&gt;and face me (come on now)&lt;br /&gt;Don't play dead (don't play dead)&lt;br /&gt;cuz maybe (because maybe)&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll walk away and say&lt;br /&gt;You disappoint me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're better off this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Static - X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs heard from this band --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Cold&lt;/strong&gt; : Oh so cold we are.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kiss&lt;br /&gt;The stars&lt;br /&gt;The writhe&lt;br /&gt;We are &lt;br /&gt;You name&lt;br /&gt;Desire&lt;br /&gt;Your flesh&lt;br /&gt;We are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold we're so cold&lt;br /&gt;We are so&lt;br /&gt;Cold&lt;br /&gt;We're so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth&lt;br /&gt;These words&lt;br /&gt;Silence&lt;br /&gt;It tunrs&lt;br /&gt;Humming&lt;br /&gt;We laugh&lt;br /&gt;My head&lt;br /&gt;Falls back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mudvayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs heard from this band --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Happy&lt;/strong&gt; : Sadism....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this home, that is me, the dead are rolling over. &lt;br /&gt;In this home, thickening, dirt shoveled over shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;I feelin to me, so overwhelmed, oh these pressures that are rising. &lt;br /&gt;My life overturned, or tear the despair, oh these scars keep ripping open! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peel me from the skin, tear me from the rind, does it make you happy now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Iron Butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs heard from this band --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;In A Gadda Da Vida&lt;/strong&gt; : What happens in Eden???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a gadda da vida, baby&lt;br /&gt;(In the Garden of Eden)&lt;br /&gt;In a gadda da vida, honey&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that I'm lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, won't you come with me&lt;br /&gt;And take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Oh, won't you come with me&lt;br /&gt;And walk this land&lt;br /&gt;Please take my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Slipknot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs heard from this band --&lt;br /&gt;though its in the scene since long still... i listened to it now so ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Vermillion prt 2&lt;/strong&gt; : My would be girlfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seen trust in all of me, stretched across my shame&lt;br /&gt;All the torment and the pain&lt;br /&gt;Leaked through the cover in me&lt;br /&gt;I?d do anything to have her to myself&lt;br /&gt;Just to have her for myself&lt;br /&gt;Now I don?t know what to do, don?t know what to do when she makes me sane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is everything to me&lt;br /&gt;The unrequited dream&lt;br /&gt;The song that no one sings&lt;br /&gt;The unobtainable, she?s a myth that I have to believe in&lt;br /&gt;All I need to make it real is one more reason&lt;br /&gt;I don?t know what to do, I don?t know what to do when she makes me sane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Vermillion prt 1&lt;/strong&gt; : oh so diff from part 2.. soo vampyric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus seems dressed in all the rings &lt;br /&gt;Of past fatalaties &lt;br /&gt;So fradgile yet so devious &lt;br /&gt;She continues to see it &lt;br /&gt;Climatic hands that press &lt;br /&gt;Her temples in my chest &lt;br /&gt;Enter the night that she came home &lt;br /&gt;Forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh (She's the only one that makes me soar) &lt;br /&gt;She is everytihng and more &lt;br /&gt;The solemn hypnotic &lt;br /&gt;My doll you're bathed in posession &lt;br /&gt;She is home to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get neverous, perversed when I see her to worse &lt;br /&gt;But the stress is astounding &lt;br /&gt;It's now or never she's coming home &lt;br /&gt;Forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Duality&lt;/strong&gt; : Hooliganism...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I push my fingers into my) eyes&lt;br /&gt;its the only thing that slowly stops the ache&lt;br /&gt;but its made of all the things i have to take&lt;br /&gt;Jesus it never ends it works its was inside&lt;br /&gt;if the pain goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAHHHH&lt;br /&gt;i have screamed until my veins collapsed&lt;br /&gt;iv waited as my times elapsed&lt;br /&gt;now all i do is live with so much fate&lt;br /&gt;iv wished for this, iv bitched at that&lt;br /&gt;iv left behind this little fact&lt;br /&gt;you cannot kill what you did not create&lt;br /&gt;iv gotta sat what iv gotta say&lt;br /&gt;and then i swear ill go away&lt;br /&gt;but i cant promise you'll enjoy the noise&lt;br /&gt;i guess ill save the best for last&lt;br /&gt;my future seems like one big past&lt;br /&gt;you're left with me cuz you left me no choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well these are some of them which interested me a lot&lt;br /&gt;The videos are pretty interesting as well(courtesy me n el capitano)&lt;br /&gt;Takes a lot of time to understand though&lt;br /&gt;Just hope this helps me get marks in my xams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and Suckis bithday treat did atleast help me out with one thing&lt;br /&gt;i ve got a bouquet at my place now awaiting its rightful owner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-3/969251/Image(29)-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Keep listenin&lt;br /&gt;(and god pls let my new car come with a dvd player)&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-111564930621911467?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-111531357078332050</id><published>2005-05-05T22:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:49:30.790+05:30</updated><title type='text'>my mini vacation</title><content type='html'>Last week was undoubtedly the worst week in this sem as far as smooth sailing is concerned.&lt;br /&gt;journals journals and more journals&lt;br /&gt;new assignments cropping up every moment from the teachers u would least expect!!&lt;br /&gt;and i was as usual upto it;had not written any assignments during the weekend and had loads of work pending.&lt;br /&gt;on the 3rd if i wanted to complete my journal submission i had to write a univ. paper of vlsi,dcomm. and then get my file corrected from R.I.(Rajesh Ishwar-the laughing bastard)&lt;br /&gt;the other things i somehow managed i dunno how(maybe god helped me this tim)&lt;br /&gt;getting thru RI was a bit difficult though&lt;br /&gt;he gave me a few corrections and even asked me to redo all the practicals in front of him just bcos i organized "cognizance or cognison or congnizance or cognizant or whatevaaaaaa they call it in my college"&lt;br /&gt;so i go out of the room to get my other files certified n all which was not done bcos of the teachers going missing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;wo Cognizance waala shaitaan kaha chala gaya ?? rooth to nahi gaya naa??&lt;/blockquote&gt; were his words to my classmates&lt;br /&gt;so now im a shaitan muhaahaaahaaaaaaahaaa&lt;br /&gt;have a good laff on coming back and hearing this from frenz&lt;br /&gt;and then i go again and phir too  maine uski lee lii&lt;br /&gt;the corrections he had told me to correct were illusions of his own donkeyshit mind and they were all correct from the very beginning &lt;br /&gt;so understanding his mistook usko daya aa gayi and at 3:15 he signed all my papers in godspeed without seeing nething!!!&lt;br /&gt;After being "RI pidit" - (people suffering from a person called R.I.),i literally run out to get my other files signed and Mr. Gami has become my all time fav (for now).&lt;br /&gt;got all my files signed @ 3:45 pm and was jumping like a toad.&lt;br /&gt;gathered rubbish,miss rupali and rahul to get a drink of sugarcane juuus in my ka and came back in time to put miss rupali in da bus(these girls !! maare bus maaj javu che!)&lt;br /&gt;so i see pt jm and some new girl and off i go back home&lt;br /&gt;max speed touched @ 135 (too slow cus 4 ppl were with me now :( .couldnt reach in &lt; than an hr u see )&lt;br /&gt;came back n slepttt&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day&lt;br /&gt;am in good mood and get to do some audio shopping&lt;br /&gt;got greenday-american idiot,Iron maiden-Number of the beast and Indian Grooves2&lt;br /&gt;got em running in my ka and home&lt;br /&gt;somebody was right - shopping reduces ur stress &lt;br /&gt;and so does music&lt;br /&gt;my mini vacation starts here&lt;br /&gt;heres the pic of what im listening to right now ------~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-111531357078332050?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/feeds/111531357078332050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11295052&amp;postID=111531357078332050&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111531357078332050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111531357078332050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-mini-vacation_05.html' title='my mini vacation'/><author><name>deep within</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06609507621780473522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-111531353192353275</id><published>2005-05-05T22:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:48:51.953+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hallllllowweeeeeed be thyyyyyyy naaaaaeeeemmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3984/1024/Image%2828%291.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3984/320/Image%2828%291.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-111531353192353275?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-111454470635163750</id><published>2005-04-27T01:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-27T01:15:06.350+05:30</updated><title type='text'>does being good help??</title><content type='html'>Does being a good person help in this world???????&lt;br /&gt;no i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;ive been good&lt;br /&gt;ive done no bad to any one&lt;br /&gt;still when people dont talk with you&lt;br /&gt;what option do you have?&lt;br /&gt;maybe ketul was right in what he said&lt;br /&gt;but "my ignorance" was the price i paid&lt;br /&gt;should i be a misogynist?&lt;br /&gt;should i forget all that ive missed?&lt;br /&gt;my brains going all bonkers &lt;br /&gt;god give me my answers&lt;br /&gt;ive been sad for a long time&lt;br /&gt;the sadness that only I know of&lt;br /&gt;the sadness of being a good friend&lt;br /&gt;and not being for the love of love&lt;br /&gt;am tired of being realistic &lt;br /&gt;life belongs only to the materialistic&lt;br /&gt;at least they remain happy that way&lt;br /&gt;is not thinking about others the right way?&lt;br /&gt;now lets try it that way&lt;br /&gt;the only way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walk this lonely road.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-111454470635163750?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/feeds/111454470635163750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11295052&amp;postID=111454470635163750&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111454470635163750'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Everybody whos been here and there has had their unique experience with the airport starting from no security to opening up every single person's bags,late departures are a usual, capacity jusst an inch above null,eons behind even the mumbai domestic airport.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i felt good inside the building was the aircon system, it was surprisingly working and that too properly!!!&lt;br /&gt;actually i think thats the only thing that's been saving the airport from the mob of passengers in destroying it..hehe juss joking.that poor thing was also working when i went to kl from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this time around i went to drop mom and sis with my dad &lt;br /&gt;The first thing i see when we reach there is a huge queue of people with their trolleys loaded till the bags reach their heads!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to honk our way thru the traffic (trolley and people traffic)&lt;br /&gt;hmmm was just thinking when would mom reach inside even; just then dad calls up the airport director and luckily he was there itself to smoothen our entry in juss 10 mins - the importance of having contacts at high posts in India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were inside now but then someone announces that there's some problem with the issuing system and that the flight would be delayed indefinitely.(quite normal)&lt;br /&gt;dad and mom then sat and started chatting in The Directors cabin while i stood with the luggage nr the issuing counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now comes the most interesting part when u have time to observe people around you.&lt;br /&gt;99% people i see around me are pure deshi's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;desi stands for english speaking gujjus in america , deshi means gaamad gujju wanting to go to america&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one by one they are all coming inside.on entering the crowd outside starts waving frantically at him/her who reciprocates the action till the guard distracts him/her to move inside.&lt;br /&gt;The crowd outside is huge - 8 ppl on an avg come to see off a single person.i also saw three mini buses arrive just to see of two couples!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deshi's start thinking they've become american the moment they get their "vija's" and tickets and the aunties rush off for buying jeans and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;never before in their life might they have worn anything else but a sari before they arrive at the airport wearing what they think is "american dressing"&lt;br /&gt;im utterly sorry to one such aunty at whom i laughed straight at her face, but i cant help it aunty it was too much for me to control :)&lt;br /&gt;even dadas coming in with the english hats and wranglers.nice going dada but this wouldnt work in nj(unless ur connecting to texas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the boarding passes were being distributed when the system ultimately started.&lt;br /&gt;i got a nice comfy seat nr the emergency exit for mom and took the embarkation/disembarkation form to fill up.&lt;br /&gt;after finishing that we were just chatting in the lounge when we saw two ladies filling up the arrival form instead of the departure one and dad offered help.&lt;br /&gt;then it so turned up that one of them had an american passport and was living there since 8 yrs but when it comes to english she knows only these words - "newark,newyork,passport,ticket,arrived,job" &lt;br /&gt;i laffed at her face again by looking at her surname - "dhebaria" &lt;br /&gt;she dint even know by what flight she had arrived???&lt;br /&gt;maand maand i finished with her form and went out to get a sandwich for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile dad's helping out this other lady who according to him was from some gaon called takatoka nr shamlaji and it has only 30-40 houses.&lt;br /&gt;The lady doesnt know english&lt;br /&gt;Shes going there on a visitor visa and doing some odd job for some time now(illegaly ofcourse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there were about 217 such passengers in the airport on that day&lt;br /&gt;at last while eating the sandwich me n dad saw mom and sis go thru the immigration ppl and laughed again on the ladies and went off home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing things indians do to reach america we discussed.&lt;br /&gt;when shall sense prevail???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-111432174481059484?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/feeds/111432174481059484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11295052&amp;postID=111432174481059484&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111432174481059484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111432174481059484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/2005/04/trip-to-sardar-vallabhbhai-patel.html' title='a trip to Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel International Airport'/><author><name>deep within</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06609507621780473522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-111418891505178405</id><published>2005-04-22T21:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-22T22:30:39.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'>a u turn</title><content type='html'>today i asked a girl whom i like too much for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;lost all my gentility in the process but hell do i mind&lt;br /&gt;at least i did 1 less mistake now than what i would have been destined to commit...&lt;br /&gt;i would have looooooved to tell my composition in person but&lt;br /&gt;that would be only - in my dreamss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only problem with me that i think is that deep within im still an introvert no matter how much i try to change myself&lt;br /&gt;that brings problems galore&lt;br /&gt;such persons think too much before being practical about anything&lt;br /&gt;and when they be practical its already too late :(&lt;br /&gt;sad lives such ppl(ie. me) live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now i have to go to the airport to drop my mom and sista&lt;br /&gt;a whole month that i tht i would be alone at my home was also just a tht of my dreams as it not comes out to be&lt;br /&gt;my masi-ba n masa-daada are coming to stay at my place so that they can take care of their "dikro"&lt;br /&gt;see what i meant by sad lives&lt;br /&gt;no thinking of booze now&lt;br /&gt;car broke down again&lt;br /&gt;no signs of the new car dad again promised to get :(&lt;br /&gt;things have not been turning up good for this month &lt;br /&gt;everything i touch or think has been a disaster(take my car for instance)&lt;br /&gt;ive vowed that i shall not drive my car unless i get a new one(my driver can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moms yelling now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the background is humming -- IRIS&lt;br /&gt;this makes my life more and more painful as the song makes me think about the girl i like the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;br /&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go home right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&lt;br /&gt;And all I can breathe is your life&lt;br /&gt;and sooner or later it's over&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;br /&gt;When everything feels like the movies&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though not written by me&lt;br /&gt;but suits just as well &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another yell now from mom n dad to finish some packing&lt;br /&gt;"aaavu chu maari maa flight miss naa thai"&lt;br /&gt;shes just getting nervous as she always gets when i m not accompanying her on the plane&lt;br /&gt;a question she asked me " what will the immigration officers ask me??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a typical gujju mentality of being scared when one should not be whilst everything in u and with u is legal!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my answer -" they will ask u why are you here??? and you shall say - to meet arnav"&lt;br /&gt;will miss u mom for the month&lt;br /&gt;and ill definitely cry for there'll be no droovi for me to tease now&lt;br /&gt;not even thinking what i shall do if i donot get any reply from the email that i sent&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-111418891505178405?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/feeds/111418891505178405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11295052&amp;postID=111418891505178405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111418891505178405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111418891505178405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/2005/04/u-turn.html' title='a u turn'/><author><name>deep within</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06609507621780473522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-111357207939481772</id><published>2005-04-15T18:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-15T19:12:51.886+05:30</updated><title type='text'>guess whos back!!</title><content type='html'>WeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeWeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeWeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;xams are a gonner now&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be a bummer now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my plans for the next few days :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Check Sanity&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Check if any brains are still left&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Get some song cds burned from porndy&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Go to Baroda and ghumakkadiii from then onwards&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Learn a few dance steps&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Try to think about doing gre words only once(a huge task that shall be..)&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Aur ghumakkadi&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;White noise,Million $ Baby here i come&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Finish off "Freedom at Midnight"&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Stop Dreaming!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the plans come crashing down even before youve thought them&lt;br /&gt;ask me how?&lt;br /&gt;ever since i was going to join the college,i had many dreams about having a good group of friends who would do lotsa study and masti (i mean both)&lt;br /&gt;it was ooooh so good in my first year&lt;br /&gt;i really loved it whatever was happening by enjoying every moment whether it was in studies or playing or masti&lt;br /&gt;those were the days.....&lt;br /&gt;everyone used to be together without any ego's and expectations&lt;br /&gt;but then why do all good things have to come to an end???&lt;br /&gt;now i see that i still have a good group of friends&lt;br /&gt;they can be said in general "good people"&lt;br /&gt;but those friends who now hardly meet other than in college!!&lt;br /&gt;those friends who under one pretense or the other never turn up&lt;br /&gt;those friends who always seek opportunities to catch the others on the wrong foot&lt;br /&gt;those friends whose himalayan ego's cross swords more often than not&lt;br /&gt;those friends whose own interest's now start cutting off the rest&lt;br /&gt;and when i ask about movies most of them have to either study or have seen them (or would like to see them)with their other interests&lt;br /&gt;why do i even call them my friends???&lt;br /&gt;maybe im just hoping everything will change sometimes&lt;br /&gt;sigh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how dumb am i to expect going out "together" on to a small journey say GOA?????&lt;br /&gt;how dumb &lt;br /&gt;how dumb&lt;br /&gt;how dumb&lt;br /&gt;why do i build up such palaces in my dreams so that they always crash on my head when i wake up??&lt;br /&gt;maybe i expect too much&lt;br /&gt;maybe i dream too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am greatly thankful to ravish and jigar who not knowing me from so much time gave me one such journey which i had greatly yearned.&lt;br /&gt;i must also acknowledge that not too many people can afford all this&lt;br /&gt;but hey , getting together in evenings is not costly is it???&lt;br /&gt;sob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-111357207939481772?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/feeds/111357207939481772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11295052&amp;postID=111357207939481772&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111357207939481772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111357207939481772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/2005/04/guess-whos-back.html' title='guess whos back!!'/><author><name>deep within</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06609507621780473522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-111297382324793952</id><published>2005-04-08T20:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-08T20:53:43.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hope this copes u p with my absence from blogging !!! heeeeeeeeheeeeeeeee&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3984/640/real1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3984/200/real1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-111297382324793952?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/feeds/111297382324793952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11295052&amp;postID=111297382324793952&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111297382324793952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111297382324793952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/2005/04/hope-this-copes-u-p-with-my-absence.html' title=''/><author><name>deep within</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06609507621780473522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-111297357240112874</id><published>2005-04-08T20:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-08T21:07:12.386+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Noctum</title><content type='html'>Any guesses for da meaning of da heading?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/stairway.php"&gt;This is Scary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and does anyone do dis in our college??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.jesus-is-savior.com/False%20Religions/Wicca%20&amp;%20Witchcraft/signs_of_satan.htm"&gt;Stay away from them&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristo any comments????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways now back to normal stuff (bla bla bla bal lab abl....hiccc..hicc)&lt;br /&gt;some one might say i was studying de n de after&lt;br /&gt;but neoowwwwwwwwwww ppl&lt;br /&gt;me and studies are still like india n pakistan.hope u undi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was juss helping out mom for procuring stuff that we call in gujju "sampetru"&lt;br /&gt;(i also got to buy new clothes for this month along wid all that so that was no free work that i did ;))&lt;br /&gt;in short its a gift that people from across the seas order us to bring!!&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;booooohoooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crying cos im not getting to go to us with mom dis time ova&lt;br /&gt;but me doesnt mind&lt;br /&gt;us sucks &lt;br /&gt;BIG TIME&lt;br /&gt;(but not da college life ....howdy ketul???)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-111297357240112874?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/feeds/111297357240112874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11295052&amp;postID=111297357240112874&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111297357240112874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111297357240112874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/2005/04/carpe-noctum.html' title='Carpe Noctum'/><author><name>deep within</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06609507621780473522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-111221391349001921</id><published>2005-03-31T01:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-15T19:14:03.296+05:30</updated><title type='text'>dumb and dumbers</title><content type='html'>this day my fears abt a persons mind came tru&lt;br /&gt;hes dumb&lt;br /&gt;his followers dumber still&lt;br /&gt;name shall not be disclosed&lt;br /&gt;because the name is disposed&lt;br /&gt;off in some dustbin&lt;br /&gt;nearby where he lives in&lt;br /&gt;the only picture that comes in my mind&lt;br /&gt;when i see him twist his own mind&lt;br /&gt;is that of a dunkey&lt;br /&gt;which scratches like a munkey&lt;br /&gt;hope he comes to his senses&lt;br /&gt;before i break his lenses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just getting childish !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why let some anger remain in my head&lt;br /&gt;lets get it all out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he the one for whom every morning is the dawn of a new error&lt;br /&gt;also theres nothing wrong with being a loser, it just depends on how good you are at it&lt;br /&gt;and why not be the best at it haa&lt;br /&gt;and mannnnnnnn how nicely i can flex my dancing muscles&lt;br /&gt;my bllooody dancing robotic foot he can dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it&lt;br /&gt;put and end to it deep&lt;br /&gt;period&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-111221391349001921?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/feeds/111221391349001921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11295052&amp;postID=111221391349001921&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111221391349001921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111221391349001921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/2005/03/dumb-and-dumbers.html' title='dumb and dumbers'/><author><name>deep within</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06609507621780473522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-111192932349454743</id><published>2005-03-27T18:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-27T18:45:23.493+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heres one of the examples of what i said in one of  my previous posts&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3984/640/hallowed_be_thy_name.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/44/3984/200/hallowed_be_thy_name.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-111192932349454743?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/feeds/111192932349454743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11295052&amp;postID=111192932349454743&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111192932349454743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111192932349454743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/2005/03/heres-one-of-examples-of-what-i-said.html' title=''/><author><name>deep within</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06609507621780473522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-111159232818223857</id><published>2005-03-23T21:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-23T21:28:34.750+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>well&lt;br /&gt;todays blog article is based to alleviate the confusions of the mind&lt;br /&gt;give it a thumbs up or down depending upon ur experiences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following is an excerpt from health.indiatimes.com&lt;br /&gt;given to me by my bro &lt;br /&gt;thanks for it dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian Doc Defines Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Love, possibly, is the most talked about yet the least understood aspect of human life. Some people doubt its very existence whereas others have given theirs or taken other's life for it. What is love? - is an eternal question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love means different things to different people. Philosophers and writers, poets and bards, kings and paupers, devotees and lords- all have spoken about -and experienced love, and its loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love pleases and troubles people in various ways. "Am I in love?", "Does she love me?", "Will someone ever love me?", "What happens in love?", "Does true love exist?" are the questions which people ask me often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Read: Do Opposites Attract?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most misconceptions regarding love arise because we use the word "love" to describe our relationships with living beings as well as inanimate objects. As such, we are unable to differentiate between liking, desire, infatuation, admiration, want, need, lust and LOVE. Many people feel that they are in love when they don't even know the name of the person, leave alone about their personas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have fallen in love!" is one of the commonest statements heard. And I say to that - "We don't "fall" in love - we "rise" in love!" Real love enables, brings and gives joy and peace. It brings out the best in us, creates harmony and happiness and thus facilitates our work and adds zest to life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not beyond the control of the person - as most people believe. It is an act of conscious choice. We don't just fall in love, but we choose to love -a person or THE person. Love just doesn't happen - we need to work for it. In fact "to love" is one of the most demanding jobs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Loving" a person and maintaining a loving relationship are two very different things! Good loving relationships are not a matter of accident but a matter of achievement requiring intense effort. True love is the culmination of sincerity, wisdom, respect, affection, warmth, security and, above all, commitment, which makes it a permanently self-enlarging experience. In love, actions speak louder than words! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love manifests in many ways and means -and is often expressed silently! We also need to enlarge the definition and methods of expressing love. "Romantic love" alone would be a very constrictive definition of love. Such stereotypical concepts exclude existence of love in other relationships and also its presence in elderly- since romance itself is seen to be perview of the young alone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love? There have been books written on it and yet many -who have never read those definitions- are quite aware that love has visited them! Also it takes maturity and acquired insight to realize that what seems to be love is often not love. Love is too intense a phenomenon to be limited within a framework of words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his book, "The Road Less Traveled", M. Scott Peck defines love as "The will to extend one's self for the purpose of nurturing one's or another's spiritual growth." So we demonstrate love whenever we exert ourselves in the cause of spiritual growth - whether be our own or of someone else. This simple definition can guide us in life. The rest - as they say- is a matter of experiencing the magic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times we may be head over heels for someone who's most unsuitable or ill-matched for us. Such an attraction or a relationship does not lead to any spiritual growth. It is a temporary phase and we soon come out of it unless we voluntarily choose to continue otherwise - at some considerable cost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus "falling out" of love is more being with the wrong person in the first place than running out of love! In my experience, the commonest mistake people make is that they equate love with Eros alone - forgetting that love has many other dimensions. Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in that recognition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-111159232818223857?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/feeds/111159232818223857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11295052&amp;postID=111159232818223857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111159232818223857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111159232818223857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/2005/03/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>deep within</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06609507621780473522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-111140025277267121</id><published>2005-03-21T13:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-21T21:27:59.756+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rock , Sex and the lex Satanica!!</title><content type='html'>two days of spare time remains unused.not totally though when one has the sennheisers and nike gear up and running with loads of alumina graded discs up for grabs.time flies a supersonic flight when these are bound on my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cradle of filth&lt;br /&gt;Iron maiden&lt;br /&gt;Pink floyd&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy&lt;br /&gt;manson&lt;br /&gt;RHCP&lt;br /&gt;led zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;and some bonjovi numbers filled up my two days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but unknowingly i became aware of what i had been listening to.&lt;br /&gt;the inner thoughts that the music seems to provoke has a much much deeper meaning to them than i actually thought before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of them songs are simple enough to touch the simpler meanings in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the other meanings god forbid should rather lay fobidden deep down where it is trying to emerge from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(at this very moment some one is uploading from me Cradle of Filth - English Fire &lt;br /&gt;the name of the uploader: darkman@ares... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i listen to LED Zeppelin - Stairway to heaven&lt;br /&gt;but when going through one of the fan sites i revelled in my finding of this article&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Led Zeppelin's "Stairway To Heaven," was baskmasked. Backmasking is the process of electronically putting subliminal messages on tapes, records, or CD-ROMs. If it is not done electronically, as was proven in several cases, then who did it? Satanists have said they were ordered by Lucifer himself to appear at a recording session in their spirit-bodies or in the physical and sing their enchantments along with the band members as they were recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the great majority of bands intentionally do this electronically with their recording crew. Yet, many just call on their demons that are possessing them and the demons do this themselves. Some rock singers have even said, when the backmask was exposed, that was a demon speaking, not them, or a precorded message electronically introduced into the music. It was not played while they were making the record. The demons knew what channel to put the gutteral sound on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, regardless of how it got there, a prerecorded message by the band; demons, or the digital electronic crew, was on the records, and this was known for a long time to be so. It was exposed on April 28, 1982 by Dan Rather of the CBS Evening News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he had his network crew play the music backwords, Led Zeppelin's "Stairway To Heaven" said the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I sing because I live with Satan. The Lord turns me off. There's no escaping it. Here's to my sweet Satan. Whose power is Satan. He will give you 666. I live for Satan.""&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i also forget mick jagger (rolling stones) saying this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Rock Music is sex, and you have to hit them in the face with it..&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i suppose everybody's also heard of Ozzy and manson drinking &lt;em&gt;blood&lt;/em&gt; in their live shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most famous rocker to follow the satanic occult openely is surely is marilyn manson&lt;br /&gt;some of his tee shirts that he wears durig performances have these very words written on them&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;KILL YOUR PARENTS&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I AM SATAN&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmuhaahaa haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now comes AC/DC&lt;br /&gt;highway to hell&lt;br /&gt;doesnt the name tell u the meaning of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Ain't nothing I would rather do &lt;br /&gt;GOIN' DOWN, PARTY TIME &lt;br /&gt;My friends are gonna be there too... &lt;br /&gt;Hey Satan, paid my dues...&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the way to the promised land &lt;br /&gt;I'm on the HIGHWAY TO HELL&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still people like me and others go on  listening....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RHCP !!! i was not expecting this from ya guys who  make such sweet music&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;FIRST OF ALL we want to thank Satan..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they recieved their award at the 1992 MTV music awards!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy shit&lt;br /&gt;holy blasphemy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me was also listening to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cradle of Filth - Venus in fear&lt;br /&gt;myth says that during the practices of certain anti church groups;when the rituals are performed Lucifer himself comes to perform a painful act of coitus with the priestess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus in FEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cradle of Filth - Satanic Mantra&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Archangel, Dark Angel&lt;br /&gt;Lend me thy light&lt;br /&gt;Through Death's veil&lt;br /&gt;'Til we have Heaven in sight&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cradle of Filth - A Gothic romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Fleeting, enshadowed&lt;br /&gt;Thou art privy to my sin&lt;br /&gt;Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict&lt;br /&gt;The cruell daylights upon my skin?&lt;br /&gt;Dost thou not want to worship me&lt;br /&gt;With crimson sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss&lt;br /&gt;And weep with new-found life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red roses for the Devil's whore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark angels taste my tears&lt;br /&gt;And whisper haunting requiems&lt;br /&gt;Softly to mine ear&lt;br /&gt;Need-fires have lured abominations here...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inference from all this -&lt;br /&gt;am i their victim&lt;br /&gt;why do i still like it&lt;br /&gt;i think i think too much about it&lt;br /&gt;to helllllllllllllllllll&lt;br /&gt;muhahaahaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddddddd&lt;br /&gt;hellp me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-111140025277267121?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/feeds/111140025277267121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11295052&amp;postID=111140025277267121&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111140025277267121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111140025277267121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/2005/03/rock-sex-and-lex-satanica.html' title='Rock , Sex and the lex Satanica!!'/><author><name>deep within</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06609507621780473522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-111116775576931531</id><published>2005-03-18T21:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-18T23:12:35.773+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Enigmal Cognizance...</title><content type='html'>i think its been a long time since i last posted, but doesnt post analysis take time. well for amateur so called event organizers it does.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.....&lt;br /&gt;The Summary of the event should actually be showed by means of highs and lows which i thought at that time that made me feel good or ugly within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highs&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-&gt;first day i see the turn out and go ga ga...&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;the robots are working fine(which ones im talking abt. us!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;day goes on smoothly and me dont do more work than juss loitering around checking upon the even leader`s ass`s (hee hee such a tyrant that`s me huh how can i even consider a high)&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;ppl dancing to &lt;a href="http://cashondreams.redifblogs.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kshitij's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; vocals supported by unsupportive sound sys.(me not in mood.How can i headbang in hindi numbers???Sherin u better explain this)&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Second day goes on even smoother leaving my mind no stresses but delight&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;mooveee turns out to be a whopper . loads turn up and theres no space for even me to sit.(actually me was worrying for my car which still had not returned from another of its taxi escapades)&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Nishith Sir (our mentor yay tc..) gave it a scale of 10.5 outta 10&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;A personal high (came to know prachi better.shes a doll...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;It was luck ,god and my dear last min. volunteers which made the whole event work.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;The quality of the event not upto my scale or what i wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Larger ;more than just important assosiations of ppl with the event made small just in a wink (tc prob?? evenness lost)and vice versa&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;There got some air into all of us that we are SOMEONE (thanks to vada and idop for the realisations).Back to normal now.shall try to get someone normal as well.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;3 lac were churned out by college.Even this amount makes the event lose all its shine and respect that it made in front of my eyes.I could not manage to get more sponsorships&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;External undesirable support from some people who made their own name thr all this and also contributed a lot to the above mentioned spendings.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;vada im a pig. im extremely sorry.how can i put my i card on this blog b4 i put urs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it all my musings on the event were only materialistically good and ethically worst than ever b4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that&lt;br /&gt;within the two days another besty of mine SHETTY gave me news that he is SET now&lt;br /&gt;YAY YAY.&lt;br /&gt;I think that brings happiness to me more than what this event has given.&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope he clings on to her till life lets go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-111116775576931531?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/feeds/111116775576931531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11295052&amp;postID=111116775576931531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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them once)&lt;br /&gt;my spanking new I card is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-3/969251/MYBVA-deep.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cars doing a taxis job now&lt;br /&gt;Sorted the files and stuff till late night yesterday and have been driving like hell since then&lt;br /&gt;Hellllp&lt;br /&gt;have to prepare my speech for tommorow&lt;br /&gt;God save the event&lt;br /&gt;Shall post event pictures in my next post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-111070342394894343?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/feeds/111070342394894343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11295052&amp;postID=111070342394894343&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the presence all around&lt;br /&gt;A tortured soul&lt;br /&gt;A wound unhealing&lt;br /&gt;No regrets or promises&lt;br /&gt;The past is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can still be free&lt;br /&gt;If time will set you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time now to spread your wings&lt;br /&gt;To take to flight&lt;br /&gt;The life endeavor&lt;br /&gt;Aim for the burning sun&lt;br /&gt;You're trapped inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can still be free&lt;br /&gt;If time will set you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a long, long way to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep moving way up high&lt;br /&gt;You see the light&lt;br /&gt;It shines forever&lt;br /&gt;Sail through the crimson skies&lt;br /&gt;The purest light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light that sets you free&lt;br /&gt;If time will set you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sail through the wind and rain tonight&lt;br /&gt;You're free to fly tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can still be free&lt;br /&gt;If time will set you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And going higher than mountaintops&lt;br /&gt;And go high the wind can't stop&lt;br /&gt;And go high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free to fly tonight&lt;br /&gt;Free to fly tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember this song now when i think about her&lt;br /&gt;i had asked my friends - (a girl whom i greatly admire ,shetty and chints) abt it during my schooling(11th or 12th)&lt;br /&gt;but the reply was mostly 'its good'&lt;br /&gt;(it was the deeper meaning which i was talking about to them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart lies in rust now&lt;br /&gt;efforts are never ending&lt;br /&gt;the results are what i await&lt;br /&gt;an open door is what i need&lt;br /&gt;to set my heart freee..&lt;br /&gt;vacancy is what it fears&lt;br /&gt;a dweller is what it needs&lt;br /&gt;for the acquittal of thee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-111048808519877163?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/feeds/111048808519877163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11295052&amp;postID=111048808519877163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111048808519877163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111048808519877163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/2005/03/to-my-softer-alterego.html' title='To my softer alterego'/><author><name>deep 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-111039146327641885</id><published>2005-03-09T23:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-09T23:50:54.183+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sorry DADDY</title><content type='html'>the day started as usual-'just 5 mins more mom pleeeeeeeese ill catch the bus in time na'&lt;br /&gt;par aakhir mein maa ki hi jeet hoti hai .ma if you would not have been there i would have missed every bus in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;college was full of boredom in d beginning(no speakers u see)&lt;br /&gt;started making Identity cards&lt;br /&gt;ran around to take pictures of ppl to put on the cards&lt;br /&gt;had lunch in time&lt;br /&gt;still making id cards&lt;br /&gt;kaash i had godspeed&lt;br /&gt;speakers at last - that too new ones&lt;br /&gt;got the songs running.(i was actually singing aloud.was i in a state of stupor??)&lt;br /&gt;finished the icards faster now&lt;br /&gt;how nice they looked&lt;br /&gt;day at college ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bus journey back became exceptionally funny to me&lt;br /&gt;i could have actually done a phd in 'why ppl open their mouths when they sleep in a bus'&lt;br /&gt;heres how they do it for first ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-3/969251/FCWOC-CIPBJ-podiasleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-3/969251/UWQTY-SEWAG-podistillasleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-3/969251/JQBOK-RBOTW-sidasleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe their brain probably couldnt manage all the "COGNIZANCE" going in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i went back home i got a surprise&lt;br /&gt;bhana kaka had dropped in and the same discussion was going on with mom,dada and kaka which i wrote in detail yesterday. just that kaka added up to the costs in the list by telling me some money he had to put in the white car.P.S. now new car arrival dates shifted fwd again to'After HOLI' by kaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i dont feel happy and step in to the discussion favouring my dad.&lt;br /&gt;all the people present were like all telling the very same thing that 'kishor e aa gadi bau pella vechi kadhvi hati'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there must have been some reason why he dint do that.&lt;br /&gt;Everything till date that daddy has taught me and put me into has been so well planned that i get shivers sometimes on how he might have managed all of it.&lt;br /&gt;he has been supportive to such an extent that no father would ever go.&lt;br /&gt;this started after my 9th standard ended&lt;br /&gt;before that he was a complete tyrant to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;but 9th vacation completely changed the father-son relationships&lt;br /&gt;he packed me,my mom and my druuvo to usa but he sacrificed his own visit so that we could get the visas easily!!!! and this was all planned so that i dont get any probs in getting a student visa after my B.E.&lt;br /&gt;he has after that sent me out of india twice without even thinking of enjoying himself (though i asked him a lot to accompany me at everytime and even threatening him of not going if he doesnt accompany me)&lt;br /&gt;so wrong i was&lt;br /&gt;i many times overheard dad telling things to mom"this is all for the children that im doing."&lt;br /&gt;im not even a milllionth of a person he is in this life.&lt;br /&gt;how shall i repay you dad. how shall i??&lt;br /&gt;he has also never ever put any limit to my cash spendings.&lt;br /&gt;never has he even asked me where do you want to spend the money.&lt;br /&gt;i ask for 1000 and he gives me twice everytime replying to my 'why?' by a simple nod.&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes used to tell him i would give him a good nice car and a nice house to stay when he retires.how come he never told me that i was correct??&lt;br /&gt;but now i know how grossly wrong i was&lt;br /&gt;i know now when i think life is everything but materialistic&lt;br /&gt;i know now how true fatherly love is..&lt;br /&gt;i used to hate it when he used to call and talk for and hour when i used to be away from home&lt;br /&gt;but now i know what care he has been taking for me&lt;br /&gt;as i keep on knowing him more and more deeply the visualising of my past behavior towards him makes me experience more and more pain in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my outrage against him yesterday was a culpa which has made me descend my own soul nearer to hell&lt;br /&gt;how can i make mockery of my dads decision on where he wants to put his money&lt;br /&gt;i have no right&lt;br /&gt;how can a car make me lose myself&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to set my priorities straight ans right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the discussion ended btn kaka and mom abt dad,kaka left soon.&lt;br /&gt;i had no choice but to go to my room and think about dad who is toiling at a checkpost in songad so that we lead a luxurious life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i take a vow (not to be disclosed)&lt;br /&gt;waiting for you dad to come back tommorow(shall be bringing your fav. Cholle puri from Havmor)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-111039146327641885?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/feeds/111039146327641885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11295052&amp;postID=111039146327641885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111039146327641885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11295052/posts/default/111039146327641885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepdo.blogspot.com/2005/03/sorry-daddy.html' title='Sorry DADDY'/><author><name>deep 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-111030860471948725</id><published>2005-03-09T00:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-09T00:55:19.530+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WHY is Maruti Udyog Limited making such profits!!!!!</title><content type='html'>well ask me&lt;br /&gt;mes da best person to answer it technically&lt;br /&gt;here it goes&lt;br /&gt;when one buys a M.U.L. manufactured car (an 800cc prime mover four wheel vehicle in this case) in here is the cost in spares that a certain person`s dad has to chuck out :-&lt;br /&gt;yr of purchase 1998(yea so what!! my dad likes old cars, well for me atleast)&lt;br /&gt;so here are the walking(running) costs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first yr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free service hoooray lotsa naya paisa saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gear box goes kaboom at mileage ~ 30000 kms(gosh mah bapu used to travel a lot in the oldie goldie). kharcha is 15 grands&lt;br /&gt;tire change + oil change adds up another 9grands or so (got the brand spanking new newly launched bridgestone radials)&lt;br /&gt;not to mntion that the soft nature of the bridgestones made wear and tear as less frugal as it can tryto be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd yr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bapu sez blue car is ur car and white car thou shall not touch&lt;br /&gt;got a new aircon sys planted under the hood @ 20grands +/- 5&lt;br /&gt;gearbox still not good so the car goes to garage four times&lt;br /&gt;clutch plate changed&lt;br /&gt;all da brake pads changed&lt;br /&gt;Wheel alignment and balancing done(is it a bicycle or what!!)&lt;br /&gt;so total for 3rd yr 32 grands in an approximation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th yr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mileage crosses a lakh kilometers - time for selling it off&lt;br /&gt;father sez car is good and can even cross water depths of 1.5 ft and keeps it&lt;br /&gt;i am driving the older blue car(1991 newmodel) which im not considering in ths count&lt;br /&gt;indeed car crosses 1.5 ft but after that car does not remain car&lt;br /&gt;car become boat and then go to garaaage again&lt;br /&gt;car need new chaddi now(seats) and engine drinks a lot of water during the 1.5 ft dive and so needs some mending&lt;br /&gt;then since the suspensions were making cranky noises as well so someone`s dad gets new and imported from da us of a type GABRIEL shocks (approved by M.U.L i.e. M.G.A.)&lt;br /&gt;garage walla(kishan unkill) knows father very well from fathers bachpan so sends the bill every yr only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;garage walla's bill for the 4th yr : 8grands plus new shocks for some 5grands thats equ to 13grands only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th yr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mileage is abt 120000 - time for selling it off&lt;br /&gt;father again sez car is good and can even cross water depths of 1.5 ft and keeps it&lt;br /&gt;this time around the car goes only for the normal oil and brake pad change&lt;br /&gt;just a thud on the wheel by some pit on the road changes the shape of the rims to a certain extent and the leaf springs are a gonner.&lt;br /&gt;then some time in the middle of the yr the battery gets fried out.&lt;br /&gt;ow neow the AYCEE is nawt wurkin (happens when NRI s arrive in summer)&lt;br /&gt;so the culprit is the leaky aircon gas cylinder&lt;br /&gt;dad goes in and throws the car onto another one causing damage to the headlight and bumper&lt;br /&gt;need new tires too so we get the new shoes branded by apollo&lt;br /&gt;the bill for this time is 17grands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th yr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mileage is abt 140000 - time for selling it off&lt;br /&gt;father again and again sez car is good and can even cross water depths of 1.5 ft and keeps it&lt;br /&gt;but now me can touch,feel and drive the white car, a car with ayceeeee woow so cool ha&lt;br /&gt;but everyone knows what happens when the one and only drives such unearthly small beings.&lt;br /&gt;well nothing much happend actually ,&lt;br /&gt;but the clutch plate had to be replaced&lt;br /&gt;and since me was facing probs with the 2nd gear shifting new gears were supposedly placed&lt;br /&gt;and with me keeping the ac on all the times the (bullock) car(t) started heating up wid all da misty smoke flavored air comin in&lt;br /&gt;bapu brings a new full copper radiator nd fits in an auxiliary fan so that ayceee runs properly&lt;br /&gt;btw these copper rads cost a lot yar 4grands!!!!&lt;br /&gt;now the oe fitment of the aycee made sure that somehow the batt got fried by yr end&lt;br /&gt;bapu decides to put in new no maintenance batteries from exide&lt;br /&gt;get new rubbers from goodyear&lt;br /&gt;total cost as estimated by garage : 25 staggering grands(what have i done!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th yr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mileage is abt 170000 - time for selling it off and undoubtedly think of a new honda&lt;br /&gt;father again and again and again sez car is good and can even cross water depths of 1.5 ft and keeps it&lt;br /&gt;i say even trucks can cross that y not keep a truck instead(fairly logical isnt it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well umm now comes the difficult part&lt;br /&gt;difficult it is bcos dad has since then not shown me or mom any bills that come from the garage&lt;br /&gt;but judging on the no o times the car visits its secondary home the bill shud be around 18 grands as told by mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8th yr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mileage bloody crosses 200000 - time for selling it off before crushing it to pieces&lt;br /&gt;father repeatedly in an inf. loop again sez car is good and can even cross water depths of 1.5 ft and keeps it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then comes da good news&lt;br /&gt;a gift a car a zen&lt;br /&gt;so me get to inherit the white car&lt;br /&gt;total chutkaara from the old blue but car is still kept for mum to drive in case she wants to drive it in her next avatar&lt;br /&gt;white car gets new lease of life a paint job,a seat job,and an interior job brandished with a new cd playa and noise transducers for the only hardcore listener of the family.... me&lt;br /&gt;me totally screws white car&lt;br /&gt;driver totally dents white car&lt;br /&gt;dad some how dents zen and also manages to desorient the rims so asto misalign the balance which allows the road to eat away the rubber&lt;br /&gt;so new goodyears take shape on new rims in new zen(1mnth old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total kharcha till now as indicated by mum is 3 lac 50000 including kharcha on all the three cars mentioned here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO NOW U KNOW WHY MUL GIVES 100% DIVIDEND TO ITS SHARE HOLDERS&lt;br /&gt;IS JUST SOMEONES DAD WHO WANTS TO HELP THE SHAREHOLDERS OF A PARTICULAR BULL SHIT VEHICLE MAKING COMPANY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now the latest&lt;br /&gt;which was why i was influenced(forceD) to write abt the above topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white car not working well in ac since 4 days&lt;br /&gt;dad shows white car in garage&lt;br /&gt;garage sez batery prob and battery replaced&lt;br /&gt;next day i turn off aycee now and roam about freely within the city&lt;br /&gt;vrooooooooooooooooooooooo pooooooooof&lt;br /&gt;'car bandh padi gai have su karu daddy?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ideal ans shud be &lt;/strong&gt;: "bau bandh pade che.aatla varso maa aa 1 millionth time bandh padi.now i should get you a honda accord which you can mod to the extreme fullest and take all the cash u need for it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ans i get : &lt;/strong&gt;"call up kishen unkill and he shall fix it up or else ask dada to get his 800(even he has one) and tie a white car with dadas car and bring it home. aam kai rite bandh pade ive driven it in 1.5ft deep water"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bloody stand there alone with my cellfone battery running low, car not starting, public looking at me like im a loafer standing there to view the girls !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kishen unkill in pooja cos its mahashivratri today and so with all respect he shall have to stay at home. booooohooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me calls up chints(so we discuss on road now)&lt;br /&gt;dada comes&lt;br /&gt;we tie a four fold rope btn the cars&lt;br /&gt;rope BREAKS !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;dada go and search for mechanic&lt;br /&gt;mechanic arrives in 15 mins (wow that was quick)&lt;br /&gt;and now i hear some wires have been burnt here and there(is it arson.well dont ask me!)&lt;br /&gt;by the time i bring home the car i see gases coming out in frnt thru the bonnet&lt;br /&gt;seems the rice is now boiled and ready to eat&lt;br /&gt;wow yummy must have been boiled 1.5 ft of water atleast!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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within</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06609507621780473522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11295052.post-111022513965058720</id><published>2005-03-08T15:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-08T01:25:08.180+05:30</updated><title type='text'>well whats it all about!!!</title><content type='html'>nice question isnt it&lt;br /&gt;but me's writing this after 3 hrs of messing around with my pc(the bitch wouldnt show my cousins photos proprly &lt;a href="mailto:!@$#%$%&amp;%"&gt;!$#%$&amp;amp;amp;*%&amp;%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;)&lt;br /&gt;cooling down.......&lt;br /&gt;the red base and the black chips that i see are from nowhere but from another GADGET in tmy black box that my not so parsimonious hands have managed to buy(not engaging the tech specs of it tho i wud loov to show off).&lt;br /&gt;At last after an hour of dloading new drivers and mods am back on with my thingy running like a well oiled Porshe&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly i get charged up and think of starting up my very own journal how so very dumb of me i say.&lt;br /&gt;the main influences being podi(aliases-- anuj,porndi,et al),vasavada vada -kunal(salaami to u) and Sherni (umm well illl try to wear mah belt a lil upside but no guarantees here period.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd am feeling so hungry and its almost 1:30.am down and out with the research shit on keyboards (i would like to hang the bastard whos made the ps/2 interface)ive bcom all parallel and serial.cant think anymore............&lt;br /&gt;There goes nothing lets see if the template comes out prprly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11295052-111022513965058720?l=deepdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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