<?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-18756246</id><updated>2012-02-18T18:08:56.507+05:30</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Experiences'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='camera'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Exams'/><category term='XKCD'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Moronic Team Mates'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='bliss'/><category term='TV shows'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='bored'/><category term='Stuff'/><category term='Phone'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='UK'/><category term='Turkey'/><category term='Life'/><category term='College'/><category term='Interesting'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Euphemism'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='work'/><category term='gmail'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='stupid'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>FadedLights</title><subtitle type='html'>...Walk down the road
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And wait for the lights to fade away...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-7765164469190845631</id><published>2010-03-24T22:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:27:37.120+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Fish</title><content type='html'>Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day; teach a man to fish and he will eat for a lifetime; give a man religion and he will die praying for a fish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-7765164469190845631?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/7765164469190845631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=7765164469190845631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/7765164469190845631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/7765164469190845631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2010/03/fish.html' title='Fish'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-2680838437770160674</id><published>2010-03-21T20:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:13:40.625+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>the worst thing ever</title><content type='html'>My mom told me that a eleven year old committed suicide. By hanging herself. In a shed. It is pretty disturbing. What would cause that kid to kill herself? What would have given her the idea of killing herself? I find it surprising that 11 year olds have something to be depressed about. Something for which she thought she cannot go on living. Especially in an age when they are supposed to be having fun and playing and joking around.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole fact that someone committed suicide at such a young age is making me very sad. I asked my mom if she had written a letter. My mom said, "do you really think she would have written a letter? She's a kid". And I thought - no she is not. She decided to kill herself. To take a rope, make a knot, and put it around her neck, and jump (?). How? Why? What was she thinking? When she put that noose around her neck? What were her last thoughts? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could do something. At least to prevent more people from doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-2680838437770160674?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/2680838437770160674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=2680838437770160674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/2680838437770160674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/2680838437770160674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2010/03/worst-thing-ever.html' title='the worst thing ever'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-6344460724801411831</id><published>2009-10-30T20:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:02:51.509+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>"I can resist anything except temptation" - Wilde &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-6344460724801411831?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/6344460724801411831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=6344460724801411831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/6344460724801411831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/6344460724801411831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/10/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-4634860112575417522</id><published>2009-08-29T22:05:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:24:47.337+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>It is so frustrating when the internet does not work. I feel like I am living in the stone age or something. I hate BSNL. I really do. It has been almost 2 weeks ( or maybe even three)  since when the internet has become really slow. The sad part is that no one in BSNL knows why it is slow, or why the speed drops down so often. They must have made us call 25 people, and all of them have asked us to call someone else, or to log a complaint with someone else. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched two movies today. Quick gun murugan. A movie that no one should ever see. Ever. It is like college Mad-ads for 1.5 hours. Painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to get over that movie, saw another one. The taking of pelham 123. Its a decent movie, felt good to watch something better than the other crappy movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, last week I saw Public Enemies. It is a nice movie. Really liked the setting, the actors, the way they spoke. It was all very believable. There was also this song that they played in the background which I am trying to remember... will have to google that out. It is played when he gets into the first bank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not any great movies now a days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-4634860112575417522?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/4634860112575417522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=4634860112575417522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/4634860112575417522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/4634860112575417522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/08/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-3835087656046505983</id><published>2009-08-20T21:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:00:20.728+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Till today I thought that "double spaced" meant that there should be two spaces between two words. Apparently it means there should be more gap between lines. The space between the lines are double. If that makes sense. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have more stuff to write but my back is aching, and I can't sit anymore. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-3835087656046505983?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/3835087656046505983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=3835087656046505983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/3835087656046505983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/3835087656046505983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/08/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-5315110885807117457</id><published>2009-08-13T20:22:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:33:05.275+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Respect and assumptions</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, people don't get the respect they deserve. Perhaps it is because they don't know the person, or because they don't know any better, or they know the person very well (and hence take the other for granted). This totally annoys me. I just hope I am not like that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wonder how I would look like from another person's eyes. I mean, we all have opinions of each other - and not everything is told to them. So like that, others would think something of me, and I want to know what that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no way of finding this out. Because, if you ask them, they would always tell you what you want to hear and not really what they think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is when people start assuming things and jumping into conclusions. But, there is no way to find out if what you have assumed or concluded is correct. An assumption will always remain an assumption. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-5315110885807117457?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/5315110885807117457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=5315110885807117457' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/5315110885807117457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/5315110885807117457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/08/respect-and-assumptions.html' title='Respect and assumptions'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-4455395674498322433</id><published>2009-08-13T20:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:21:19.464+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Please don't stop the music</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I changed the ring tone in my phone to the song "Please don't stop the music" by Rihanna. Today, I left my ear phones in the office. The music has officially stopped - today from office to home. And tomorrow from home to office. Unless, I take some other ear phone of course. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow the day has been extremely irritating today... There are people who are interfering with my work, and it seems like some people have no trust in what I do. And it is just totally annoying. Of course, I will get over it as I usually do, but at the moment it is bugging me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-4455395674498322433?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/4455395674498322433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=4455395674498322433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/4455395674498322433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/4455395674498322433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/08/please-dont-stop-music.html' title='Please don&apos;t stop the music'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-5396386190073382970</id><published>2009-08-12T20:43:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:01:38.994+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Why me?</title><content type='html'>I usually work till 5:30 in the evening. However, sometimes I have to stay back for some meetings that my wonderful TL likes to suggest weird timings.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday as well, he scheduled a meeting from 5:30 to 7! 1.5 hours! As soon as I woke up, I was irritated cause I hate staying back. I was considering going to office late, but finally decided to at my normal time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the evening, I asked him if it was okay if I didn't attend it. He said fine! Good for me. Meetings are a waste anyway - all that gets decided is when to have the next meeting! (Don't know where I read this, but it is so true). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I left my cubicle at 5:25. I have to go down two flights of stairs, and I usually take the stairs. However, I was scared of missing my cab, so I decided to take the lift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was already someone waiting near the lift, so the lift should come up any second. But it didnt. Dont know how long I waited, but it seemed an eternity. So finally it came, and we got in. We pressed the Zero floor. The doors closed. And then nothing happened. We decided to press the button a few more times, hoping it would work (yeah, right). But nothing happened. So I decided to get off the lift, and take the stairs anyway. But now the doors would not open. Lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we pressed few other buttons that were there, and after another eternity, the doors opened. It was 5:30. My cab left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back to my cubicle... But I did not attend the meeting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-5396386190073382970?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/5396386190073382970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=5396386190073382970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/5396386190073382970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/5396386190073382970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-me.html' title='Why me?'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-3516850356269265185</id><published>2009-08-10T22:29:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:46:50.754+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Annoyed</title><content type='html'>My phone is acting all weird today. First, in the morning, while I was listening to music, it would not allow me to change the volume. So I actually had to switch it off and then switch it back on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, as soon as I switched it on - it decided to call a number on my contacts. I cut it. Then, she called back to know why I had called. But could I pick up the call? Of course not! So I tried calling back to explain. As soon as I could hear one ring, it stopped calling. It got disconnected!! I was not sure if it was a problem with the network or my phone. I just assumed it was the network.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, it would not play the radio. And if at all it played, it would keep changing the channels - so that I was not listening to any station for more than 5 seconds. Very calming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a lot of switching off and switching on - removing the battery and putting it back on, I finally figured out what the problem could be. It was the memory card! I removed it, and everything was fine. I put it back, and everything started to hang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I need the memory card. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; where all my music is stored. And so I devised a plan. I switched on the phone. I put on the radio. I put the memory card. And made sure that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; touch any of the buttons. I literally kept counting minutes. And so, after some time ( I suppose after everything loaded fine), everything was working fine. I could make calls, and listen to whatever I want, and could increase/decrease the volume. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I reached office. NO, no it does not end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was on my way for a coffee break - and there comes this woman. She is just swaying her hands around me, and off goes the phone from my hand. Flying. It came down in 3 pieces. I just got down and picked up the pieces. She was very apologetic. I told her that its alright, and went ahead putting everything back together. Had to go through it all again - battery, memory card, blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the evening, I was talking on the phone with a friend. It got disconnected 5 times in 5 minutes. Then I decided if it gets disconnected again, I would talk tomorrow. It got disconnected in 2 seconds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know. No idea whats wrong! Did not change anything in the phone , and did not put anything new in the memory card either. Just a bad day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-3516850356269265185?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/3516850356269265185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=3516850356269265185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/3516850356269265185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/3516850356269265185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/08/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-5019195988254571896</id><published>2009-08-09T19:47:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:56:42.747+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>The shining</title><content type='html'>The hedges are supposed to move. The lions are supposed to come alive! The boy is supposed to see it, and so should his father! This can't be happening. They HAVE to show it come alive. I mean, thats like the best part! The part where Danny gets into the room 237... That's scary! I got scared while reading the book. Seriously! But, not scary in the movie. Sure is creepy, though. The lift, how the house talks to Jack? Not really there either. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of things were supposed to happen - but they didnt. Did not make it any less better though. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good stuff - Jack Nicholson, of course. The part where he is walking up the stairs, and he is shouting , I am not gonna hurt you, ha ha. I am just gonna cut you into little pieces.. or something like that. And the ending - with the maze and all that running around! Jack's psychotic smiles. Yikes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow I remember the hotel burning up in the end (of the book) - but that did not happen in the movie. In the movie, Jack is a ghost - not really sure if he was one the book as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-5019195988254571896?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/5019195988254571896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=5019195988254571896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/5019195988254571896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/5019195988254571896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/08/shining.html' title='The shining'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-4750421781530808444</id><published>2009-06-06T18:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:04:38.853+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Guess what?</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m going to UK again! It is total madness. My manager sent me a message (!) asking me to book tickets as soon as possible, and to leave as soon as possible. I have not even been here for a week! And I am going back? I am sort of happy, and sort of annoyed! Mixed feelings. Never thought that there would be one day when I would be traveling so much! Ha! &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Good thing is I didn&amp;#39;t unpack. All my clothes are already in the bag, so I just need to put my shoes, and I am done! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The travel back last week was totally sick. After all that happened with my tickets in UK, when I reached Bangalore, I realised that my bags have not come with me. I asked those guys, and they told me that I was supposed to identify my bag in the first port of arrival in the country (or something like that). Basically, i was supposed to have gone and told someone, &amp;quot;those are my bags&amp;quot;. But since I was taking the same airlines till Bangalore, I had a through check-in. I expected to take my bags only when I get to Bangalore. Some shit. So anyways, I had to go to the airport again to get my bags on Tuesday. I went to office only on Wednesday. Monday, again I would be in UK office. Crazy! &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-4750421781530808444?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/4750421781530808444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=4750421781530808444' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/4750421781530808444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/4750421781530808444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/06/guess-what.html' title='Guess what?'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-5587450510179403479</id><published>2009-06-01T13:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:06:57.907+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>The stupid things I do</title><content type='html'>Saturday evening, around 4 pm. I am all packed, and ready to leave. The cab to the airport is supposed to come at 5:15pm. I decide to check the tickets, just like that. So I check the time. It says 9:25. Right. And I check the cab details and confirmed that it would be coming at 5:15. Then I check the time when I am supposed to reach Mumbai. It says 23.00 or something. What? The flight is supposed to leave at 9:25 pm, and I should not be reaching Mumbai so soon! Fuck! I have missed my flight! The flight was at 9:25 in the morning and not at 9:25 in the evening! And the cab is 5:15 morning, and not 5:15 evening!! Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I check my e-mail, and it says 9:25PM. But the e-ticket says it is 9:25 AM! Damnit!! There is some confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call up the travel desk in Bangalore. It is all their fault. They sent me two different things. In the mail it said one thing, and in the print out, they gave me another. After some 15 minutes of not knowing if I have missed my flight or not, they call back. Telling me that the flight was indeed in the morning, and that I have missed my flight. They would call me back later to tell me what I should be doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's gonna happen. Will I be flying today, or tomorrow, or next week! Next week would totally suck. That would mean I would have to go back to office in UK, where I have already told all my goodbyes. That would be totally weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour, they call back. I will have to take the flight on Sunday evening. So I am all packed. No food at home. I gave it all away to a colleague who stays close by since I was supposed to be leaving!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I feel it was also my fault. I mean, I didn't check the e-ticket. how dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I fly on Sunday. Have to say though, the last 24 hours have been totally crap. I hate it. And now I am in Delhi airport. I reached at 10. And my flight to Bangalore is at 5:50PM!!! Yuck. The whole day in an airport. But, I have internet. I am now listening to internet radio as I type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to watch a movie, have not decided which one. I have lots on my machine already that I have not already seen. It is weird though, I thought I would be bored. I even have a book, but I have not opened it yet!! When I have internet, I don't need anything else. Sad, in a way. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I need to get to office tomorrow. And I would reach home late. I did not sleep in the flight at all, and now it has been a really long time since I slept. Have to go to office since I have lots of stuff to finish off by this week, and I have not even started the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I am totally tired. The airport is too noisy! People can somehow do something though. There are other people using the internet, taking vidoes of the airport in their handycam (I saw atleast 3 already!), people eating, drinking, reading books, shopping. It is like a mall. I had plans of getting out and watching a movie in a mall, but I was too tired to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an end to everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-5587450510179403479?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/5587450510179403479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=5587450510179403479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/5587450510179403479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/5587450510179403479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/06/stupid-things-i-do.html' title='The stupid things I do'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-7697341922762821425</id><published>2009-06-01T13:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:07:46.986+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Fools</title><content type='html'>Quote of the Day - Abraham Lincoln - "Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this in gmail today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-7697341922762821425?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/7697341922762821425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=7697341922762821425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/7697341922762821425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/7697341922762821425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/06/fools.html' title='Fools'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-2685853705235761869</id><published>2009-05-29T21:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:05:47.785+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bliss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Isle of Wight - Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7XFPUxMbqc/SiAER6_deXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kRol7YjZ6sU/s1600-h/DSC04116-730584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7XFPUxMbqc/SiAER6_deXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kRol7YjZ6sU/s320/DSC04116-730584.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341273864001124722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-2685853705235761869?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/2685853705235761869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=2685853705235761869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/2685853705235761869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/2685853705235761869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/05/isle-of-wight-pictures.html' title='Isle of Wight - Pictures'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7XFPUxMbqc/SiAER6_deXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kRol7YjZ6sU/s72-c/DSC04116-730584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-8076322962846072904</id><published>2009-05-28T21:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:05:24.619+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Two days to go.</title><content type='html'>I finally went to the Isle of Wight! With 2 friends and a colleague. Friend totally made fun of the colleague. Damn funny it was! I was actually laughing at his face! yes, I can be mean. And now unfortunately I feel bad about it now.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;But, Isle of Wight? Beautiful! We took a ferry to that place from Portsmouth to Ryde. Once we reached there we hired a car and drove around. It was amazing. The well known beaches were really crowded. It was nice though. There was one beach in Shanklin, and it looked really nice from the road. It was a cliff and the beach in front of it. But we didnt get any parking space. So we just went more ahead, and we just stopped in a random place and walked towards the beach. And the place was even more beautiful than the place where we didnt get parking space. haha. Full of greenery and a stream, a 12th century church(!) and finally the beach. And there was a hill next to it. The whole thing was so relaxing. Just sat there and was speaking with a friend while the other 2 went to play in the water. The place was so good that both of us wanted to stay there another night and see more places. We just managed to see half of the island. There&amp;#39;s a place called Cowes, which is supposed to be really beautiful as well. But did not manage to see that because of time constraints. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Things that I would want to remember - the beach house, cleopatra (don&amp;#39;t ask), pebble beach, driving around with a stupid map, godshill, the funny bird on the hill, peace! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am leaving UK on Saturday! Just one more day to go! A bit happy, and a bit sad. Really liked staying here and visiting so many places, but I am totally annoyed with the company that I have here. If I think of it, I don&amp;#39;t really see so many places in India! &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Pictures and everything in some other post. Don&amp;#39;t have access to blogspot anymore. I tried mailing some pics, but I dont know how it looks in the blog, since I cant see it myself. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-8076322962846072904?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/8076322962846072904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=8076322962846072904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/8076322962846072904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/8076322962846072904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-days-to-go.html' title='Two days to go.'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-5129071978258246563</id><published>2009-05-28T20:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:05:33.573+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Windsor castle - Some Pictures 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7XFPUxMbqc/Sh6pQlDbXvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3IYqtPK-2Rw/s1600-h/DSC03967-793876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7XFPUxMbqc/Sh6pQlDbXvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3IYqtPK-2Rw/s320/DSC03967-793876.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340892310397476594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7XFPUxMbqc/Sh6pRC9zT5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/3w7G3H9VgBw/s1600-h/DSC03973-795451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U7XFPUxMbqc/Sh6pRC9zT5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/3w7G3H9VgBw/s320/DSC03973-795451.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340892318426943378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-5129071978258246563?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/5129071978258246563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=5129071978258246563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/5129071978258246563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/5129071978258246563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/05/windsor-castle-some-pictures-2.html' title='Windsor castle - Some Pictures 2'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7XFPUxMbqc/Sh6pQlDbXvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3IYqtPK-2Rw/s72-c/DSC03967-793876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-8990073101708396681</id><published>2009-05-28T20:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:05:33.573+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Windsor castle - Some Pictures 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7XFPUxMbqc/Sh6o9Z6oWEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cHYPeAsGnw0/s1600-h/DSC03980-716999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7XFPUxMbqc/Sh6o9Z6oWEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cHYPeAsGnw0/s320/DSC03980-716999.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340891980990273602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-8990073101708396681?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/8990073101708396681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=8990073101708396681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/8990073101708396681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/8990073101708396681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/05/windsor-castle-some-pictures-1.html' title='Windsor castle - Some Pictures 1'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7XFPUxMbqc/Sh6o9Z6oWEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cHYPeAsGnw0/s72-c/DSC03980-716999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-3024092944278702612</id><published>2009-05-21T19:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:05:24.620+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Windsor castle</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;d been wanting to go to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Windsor_Castle"&gt;Windsor castle&lt;/a&gt; ever since I heard about it (which was about 2 weeks ago). So my colleagues, friends and I made plans to go there that weekend (2 weeks back). We were not able to make any proper plans - what to see, how to go, etc, but we decided to do that on Saturday so that we could go that Sunday. But in the last moment my friend (call her X) decided that she has to go somewhere else. She told me that she really wanted to go to that place, so we changed our plans and decided to go the next weekend (which was last week). &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;So last week, I made sure that we made all plans, and we were all set to go. On Friday, X told us that she does not know if she can come on Sat or Sun, since she had to go shopping with an aunt! She would let us know in the evening. When I called her in the evening, she told that she will let me know by 11. I said fine. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;She called at 11:30, and told that she cannot come! Not on Saturday! And not on Sunday! Whatever. Something about her aunt, church, and something. I was pissed, but if she didn&amp;#39;t want to come, I could not do anything about it. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;On Saturday, 2 of them said they don&amp;#39;t want to come, and 1 had already gone to some other place. So now, only 2 of us were left. When I asked him, he asked me how much it would cost for 2 of us to get there. I  told him. Then he asked how much it would cost for 3 to get there. I told him. (it is cheaper for group). He said fine. After sometime, he decided that it is not &amp;quot;fun&amp;quot; for 2 people to go to some place. He started thinking if he knew someone else - who could come with us (hoping for group discount). Irritating people. It is not that expensive also. I mean, c&amp;#39;mon, why would I want to go to some place with a stranger because it would be cheaper for me? I told him that it is a dumb idea. That I would rather go with two people and not have fun, instead of going with 3 and not have fun! &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;So it was decided that he does not like to go to a place, when there are only 2 of us. I said okay. Then I decided to go on my own. I really wanted to see the place, and if they don&amp;#39;t want to come, let them not! Why should I depend on them?&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;And so I did. And I had fun! On my own! I should do this more often. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was a bit worried that I would get bored, so I even carried a book with me. I didn&amp;#39;t even have to use it! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the best thing about going alone was I saw what I wanted to see. I experienced what I wanted to experience. I didn&amp;#39;t have to check with others as to what they wanted to do, etc. So, it was nice. Friends were shocked that I actually went alone. And some didn&amp;#39;t even believe me. Since I am not the &amp;quot;type&amp;quot; who would do such things. Whatever.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;This weekend, plans are to go see Isle of Wight. The place I want to see so badly. But I dont know if these people will come, or not. But I was thinking that even if they don&amp;#39;t come, I will go see the place.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  Should thank the friend who convinced me to go to the castle alone...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;By the way, the place was AMAZING! Will post more about it later. &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-3024092944278702612?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/3024092944278702612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=3024092944278702612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/3024092944278702612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/3024092944278702612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/05/windsor-castle.html' title='Windsor castle'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-4796922284031943392</id><published>2009-05-18T21:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:04:51.373+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>How to tell if I am bored</title><content type='html'>I keep refreshing my mail box to check if I have received any mail. And this refreshing thing happens every 2 minutes. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-4796922284031943392?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/4796922284031943392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=4796922284031943392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/4796922284031943392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/4796922284031943392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-to-tell-if-i-am-bored.html' title='How to tell if I am bored'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-6240185681136169335</id><published>2009-05-18T20:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:04:28.225+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Scared</title><content type='html'>Last week, on a Saturday morning, my sister called me. I cut the call thinking I would call her, since I didn&amp;#39;t want my little sister to pay to talk with me! And as soon as I cut it, I got a text from her which just said &amp;quot;Call soon&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;br&gt;This does not happen regularly, and I freaked!! She has never called me from her mobile before since I landed here! So why would she call me? And what was the meaning of the text! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I got to the phone immediately, took out my calling card and started dialing. Only, the call would not go! I must have dialed the number thrice, and it still did not ring. I did not know if there was a problem with the card, or if she was not picking up, or whatever! And so, by now, I was panicking. So once again I called, and this time she picked. &lt;br&gt;   &lt;br&gt;And all I could hear was her crying on the phone. I did not know or understand what was happening, and I tried to find out if everything was okay. After she finally calmed down, I got to know the story.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She had parked her bike outside a restaurant, and she had gone in to eat with her friend. When she got out, she found out that someone had picked the lock, and had taken out the stuff which she had kept beneath the seat! &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;So what was the stuff? It was something that I had bought for her a few days back. And, she had just gone shopping, and she had got clothes, which was also taken. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I got really angry (for her scaring me). And some relief. She was feeling bad (and hence the crying) cause someone stole her stuff. She kept crying and asking &amp;quot;how could anyone do this!&amp;quot;. And I of course did not have any answers. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;anyway, I sort of convinced her to go home. And she let me know that she had already spoken to mom and dad, and they said that they are willing to go shopping with her to replace what was stolen. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Weird that she actually cried. And weird that I freaked out so much! &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I started writing this last week! And now I finally finished it! &lt;br&gt;Either I am becoming busy, or lazy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-6240185681136169335?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/6240185681136169335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=6240185681136169335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/6240185681136169335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/6240185681136169335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/05/scared.html' title='Scared'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-5954610130764777633</id><published>2009-05-08T17:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:58:27.551+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Manchester and York</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So! Last weekend I went to Manchester and York. I have friends staying and studying in Manchester and it was fun! It was nice to catch up with them, and hang out with them after such a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been to Manchester before, the last time I was here. And that time I had been to Lake District. This time however, I was not gonna get obsessed with the places I wanted to go and the things that I wanted to do. So this time, my friends decided what we were gonna do. So we went to a place called York! York is a small city, where you can actually see the whole city just by walking. There is not much to see though. We went to Castle Museum, York dungeon (something like scary house) - some ladies were actually screaming there, some park, some memorial. I do not remember half the names though unfortunately. One thing though about UK is , now that summer is here , there are flowers everywhere! And they are these bright flowers, actually puts a smile on your face! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I very stupidly forgot to take the battery of my camera! The reason though was not my fault - it was entirely my friend's. But still, I should have remembered to take it when I left her home! so all the pics were taken in a camera phone ( 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mega pixels&lt;/span&gt;! Not bad actually!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday I went skiing! In a place with fake snow and fake slopes, of course! It was a training sort of a thing, where the trainer taught us how to put on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;skis&lt;/span&gt;, how to slide down the slope, etc. I must say, this was totally fun. Would not mind doing it again. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;skis&lt;/span&gt; are extremely heavy and it feels like you are carrying 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kgs&lt;/span&gt; in your feet. Very weird feeling. Was difficult to walk even!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; I had vodka. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vodka&lt;/span&gt; with sprite. It tasted really really bad. And all I felt was some yucky taste. Didn't get the point at all. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; feel drunk at all though. I have no idea why, but all my friends want to see me get drunk. Apparently they want to see what I "really think" - and they think that would come out when I get drunk. But, nothing happened. The only thing is that I slept really well! And I did not want to wake up in the morning at all. No headache, nothing. which is actually a good thing. I didn't wanna get drunk anyways! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on Sunday I went to an Art Gallery. For the first time in my life! But I must say, I was largely disappointed! The gallery did not only have paintings, it even had some other stuff as well, like textiles, and some videos, and other. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;At least&lt;/span&gt; I learnt that I do not understand Art! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time I am staying in the apartment here with a colleague of mine- who is fond of cooking. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;At least&lt;/span&gt; since I stay with her, I can see her cooking, and now I am satisfied that I can cook for myself if I really wanted to. Cooking seems simple by the way she cooks, though it does not really taste spectacular! I am not complaining though! I have still not reached the stage where I want to cook, but I am glad that I am not as scared of cooking as I was before! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work wise, things are hectic. Lots of things that I have to finish off by next week, and it seriously looks difficult! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I however do not like to work, or discuss about work once I get back to my apartment. But since I stay with one of my colleague, and a friend of hers also comes along. And all they do is get back and talk about work. I do not know what to do! I have tried changing the topic, and yet sometimes they would get their laptops and try to work out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;logics&lt;/span&gt;! Crazy. Once in a while it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, but if one does it always, it gets annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have not made any plans for this weekend yet, which is sort of sad. I have no idea what to do or what to see. Have to decide tomorrow itself to do something. Do not want to stay at home and do nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-5954610130764777633?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/5954610130764777633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=5954610130764777633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/5954610130764777633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/5954610130764777633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/05/manchester-and-york.html' title='Manchester and York'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-2816894757636188864</id><published>2009-04-29T17:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:35:56.150+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;"A man may die, nations may rise and fall, but an idea lives on." - John F. Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice quote, but the only problem being, I don't know if this is a good thing or not! Cause the idea itself maybe good, or bad!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-2816894757636188864?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/2816894757636188864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=2816894757636188864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/2816894757636188864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/2816894757636188864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/04/ideas.html' title='Ideas'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-3903942317918590150</id><published>2009-04-28T20:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:14:19.931+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bliss'/><title type='text'>Yay!!</title><content type='html'>Last 2 days have been awesome! I got an awesome rating from my manager yesterday. And today, I got to know that I have got a promotion! This was so unexpected!! Wow, this feels so good. I have not stopped smiling in the last hour!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-3903942317918590150?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/3903942317918590150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=3903942317918590150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/3903942317918590150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/3903942317918590150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/04/yay.html' title='Yay!!'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-2741459440532301037</id><published>2009-04-27T16:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:41:47.547+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bliss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>A Wildlife park and London</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;Last week was pretty much uneventful. Work was a bit hectic though, and tempers were flaring (mostly mine). Somehow I am not able to deal with moronic people around me. I cannot believe that some people can be so dumb that they cannot realise what others are doing. Some people just lie to go ahead, and some people hide stuff. I suppose I should start dealing with it instead of getting irritated. Only problem is I don't know how to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night a bunch of us got together and we were just talking generally. And I realized again that I do not like talking about myself. At all. If some one asks me a question, I would not know what to say. They would mostly get 2 words. Or at most 10. Sad. I think I write better than I talk. We actually sat up till 2 talking! I don't even remember most of the things that were said (mostly since I was so sleepy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to a wildlife park. Which was nice. Lots of animals and weird looking birds. I wanted to take pictures of an owl (which had a heart shaped face! ), and whenever I switched on my camera and tried to take a snap, it would turn. It happened 3 times. Then I went near the cage and was just about to click. And the owl just screeched towards me! And it perched itself right were my camera was! Scary! I almost dropped my camera right there! I jumped back and saw that all my friends were laughing at me. Nice. And they said that the owl was camera shy, it didn't want its picture taken, and that because I was insisting on taking that snap, it decided to teach me a lesson. Lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really tired on Saturday, but on Sunday there was the London marathon. And we were invited to join and cheer there. And we really wanted to go. So we did. It was exciting. There was a huge crowd, with people cheering for their family and friends. But what I liked most was the spirit of the people there. They were not just cheering for the people they know, they were cheering and motivating the runners who they didn't know. The runners too were responding by waving or smiling. I cannot understand how someone can run so much. 35000 people actually finished the race of 26 miles! Crazy it is! And they are all running for a cause, which is even more awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to run a marathon now. Have already started reading on how I can train myself and everything. But I cannot really say if I will finally do it. But I really, really want to. Will start small, and finish big hopefully. Should start once I get back to India. I hope I find someone who is willing to run with me, else I don't know if I would run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending 1 hour seeing the people run, we decided to eat something, and go to the museums. By the time we reached the Science museum, we were really hungry. We spent about 45 minutes trying to find a place to eat. Finally found subway! Yay! Had yummy sandwiches and was totally satisfied. Saw the science museum, which is really, really huge. In case you are seeing it, I would recommend you to directly go to the third floor and see the Launchpad. It is this place where you can get a hands on experience on everything (energy, lights, shadows, and so many things) There was so much to see that in 2 hours, we just managed 2 floors. Could not even see the other 3 floors! With what I saw - there were rockets, living in space, energy, trains, flights, something about the future, health, psychology and lots more! Unfortunately, the museum closes at 5:30, so we had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we didnt have anything else to do, we went to Hyde park. It huge. And green. With lots of trees. There's also a lake there. With ducks swimming in it. The ducks come so close to people hoping that we give them a treat (we didnt have any though). Also lots of pigeons. Who are not scared of humans. Who also come very close to people. Which scares me. I am scared of birds flying near my face. Freaks me out. Saw lots of people skating around, and I also wanted to skate! Did not happen though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a nice weekend. Totally satisfied. But I am so tired that all I want to do is sleep. Have to work now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-2741459440532301037?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/2741459440532301037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=2741459440532301037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/2741459440532301037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/2741459440532301037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/04/wildlife-park-and-london.html' title='A Wildlife park and London'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-8073925069179274317</id><published>2009-04-24T16:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:43:37.349+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moronic Team Mates'/><title type='text'>Moronic team mates</title><content type='html'>There are such morons in my team. One is talking to 2 of my managers, and she is explaining something. And it is total crap. The worst part is that these wonderful people she is talking to has no idea what crap she is saying. She is talking something about encoding, and someone asked her what encoding the file will have. And she says it will have "Microsoft coded encoding". What the fuck is that? And these people are happily listening to it also. Ugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-8073925069179274317?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/8073925069179274317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=8073925069179274317' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/8073925069179274317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/8073925069179274317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/04/moronic-team-mates.html' title='Moronic team mates'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-7782029086634366249</id><published>2009-04-20T15:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:54:03.026+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>London , and other things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It has been a week since I reached UK, and nothing seems new. I am working in the same office, with the same people, and I also know the person who is staying in my apartment. In a way it is nice, and in a way it is not nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time the place that I am staying is pretty good. There are stores nearby, and I can atleast see people walking around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had been to London on Saturday! We reached London around 10 in the morning, and left by 10pm! It was a long, long day! But it was nice and sunny, so it was all good! Saw Tower Bridge and London Bridge. Had coffee in Starbucks (Yum!!). Went to the Imperial war museum. Went to Trafaulgur (spelling?) Square. There was some music concert going on here. Entry was free! Hanged around there for 20 minutes. Had lunch in McD. Then we went to Buckingham Palace. Walked through the park to reach Downing street. Saw some men standing guard there. (For some reason, this is a tourist attraction!). Saw Big Ben, Westminster, London eye. Went to a restaurant in EastHam and had dinner. And then got back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except the museum, I had already been to the other places before. But still, the day was good. I was so tired when I reached back! We literally walked almost the whole day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like London. I liked it before and I liked it this time. I especially like the parks, and the greenery, and the walk from Tower Bridge to London Bridge next to the water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today (it's Sunday evening when I am writing this, but it would be monday when I publish it) I just woke up late, had breakfast. Then I started sneezing. And I didn't stop. And now I have a cold. A very bad one. My nose is literally dripping. I know, gross! I just had a crocin and slept for half an hour. We had plans to go out in the evening. I told NS (the girl in my apartment) to wake me up if we are going out. I said I would be up in half an hour, and I was. But when I woke up, I saw that they have left. I was irritated initially, since there is no way I can contact them as they dont have a mobile number. But now, I am glad that they left me alone to myself. Cannot be with someone 24/7. It is even more annoying since I work with NS. And all NS can do is bitch about my team mates. I mean, you can do it once, twice. But not constantly. Everytime we talk, she will have some complaint about someone and she will not stop! Gosh, I do not know how to stop her! Even if I don't respond, she would not care, and she would continue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. Can't do much. I now plan to watch a movie, and then either read a book or play a game that I have installed in my laptop. Cannot go online unfortunately since these morons have decided not to give us internet in our apartments. I miss being online and browsing. I miss filter coffee. That's it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just after I finished writing the above I decided to heat and eat a muffin. So I went to the kitchen and put the muffin in the microwave. And then, NS comes out of her room. So they had not gone anywhere. She was sleeping! Ha! So unexpected that was!! So I told her that I thought that you guys had left, and she said, "How could we leave without you!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So later we went to another colleague's house and sat there and yapped for a while. Then we got to know that there was a park nearby, so we decided to go there for a walk. And since it was nice and sunny as well, it was nice. There were a lot of kids playing, and their parents were sitting and watching them. It was a huge place though! And so many trees and open spaces and full of greenery. Refreshing. It is sad that such places are not there in Bangalore. Even if there is some park, there would be so many people there, that it would not be refreshing anymore. We would have to fight for some place to sit! But, of course, that cannot be helped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got back, made dinner. And now I am just sitting. I'm too full. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had read a book called The Notebook in the airport and on the flight. My sister had said it is such a great book and all that. And I believed it. But it sucked so much, that I was literally pissed of half way through! Then I called up my sis and asked her how she liked such a book, and she tells me "Ha! Ha! I made you read it!" Damn! How annoying that was! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-7782029086634366249?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/7782029086634366249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=7782029086634366249' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/7782029086634366249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/7782029086634366249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/04/london-and-other-things.html' title='London , and other things.'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-3817312935807074451</id><published>2009-04-11T16:34:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:54:31.562+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>UK, again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm travelling to UK &lt;a href="http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2008/10/united-kingdom.html"&gt;again&lt;/a&gt;. Will be there for a month and a half. Somehow, this time I am not as excited as I was before. I already told all my goodbyes to the country last time I was there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This trip is totally unexpected. I still cannot believe that I would be going there. But in a way, it is nice. There are a few places that I wanted to go last time, but I could not. So I am hoping that I can make it there this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last time I went to a place called Lake District. We went trekking there. It was beautiful. A kind of place that I would have read in Enid Blyton's books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7XFPUxMbqc/SeB9FzlPDiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7IVMiatRKys/s1600-h/Way.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7XFPUxMbqc/SeB9FzlPDiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7IVMiatRKys/s400/Way.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323392298251128354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;Trekking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7XFPUxMbqc/SeCC5I-2ElI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QQsf9-9LQUw/s400/ReachedTheTop.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323398677727154770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;When we almost reached the top&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This time I want to go to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isle_of_Wight#Selected_places_of_interest"&gt;Isle of wight&lt;/a&gt;. I like seeing castles and these typical English places. I took the photo below in Lake District as well. I found the place so charming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7XFPUxMbqc/SeCC5oamJeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Df_Z7L63Nng/s1600-h/ATypicalEngPlace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U7XFPUxMbqc/SeCC5oamJeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Df_Z7L63Nng/s400/ATypicalEngPlace.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323398686165050850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS - Why is it so hard to upload an image to blogger? I uploaded the second image 3 times, and yet, I am not able to zoom into the photo when I open it in a different tab! This totally sucks!! And that was one of my favourite ones! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-3817312935807074451?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/3817312935807074451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=3817312935807074451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/3817312935807074451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/3817312935807074451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-travelling-to-uk-again.html' title='UK, again!'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7XFPUxMbqc/SeB9FzlPDiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7IVMiatRKys/s72-c/Way.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-4814563986976313283</id><published>2009-04-11T10:24:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:27:27.930+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Deadlines!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 88, 82); white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 88, 82); white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - Douglas Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(88, 88, 82);  white-space: nowrap;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-4814563986976313283?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/4814563986976313283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=4814563986976313283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/4814563986976313283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/4814563986976313283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/04/deadlines.html' title='Deadlines!'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-7242687034418881287</id><published>2009-04-09T23:43:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:14:20.995+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>What a day it was! I have been running around getting stuff done since afternoon! Looks like everything I wanted to get done had some problem or the other.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laptop, visa, tickets. All done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes people act like they are government employees. I hate that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like having my own laptop. Perhaps I should buy one. Was spending the last hour installing stuff. Firefox, Google Chrome, Google Desktop - and some applications for it. The best thing about having my own laptop would be the customizations that I am able do. Have whatever applications I like, in whatever settings I like. My own favourites. My own bookmarks. And my own history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate jealously. And insecurity. I don't understand how people can live with themselves if they backstab someone else. Do they even realise that they are backstabbing others? Or are they enjoying it? I wish I could ask these questions to such people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could realise when people are lying to me or are keeping information from me on purpose. That would solve all my problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told a friend of mine that I got a twitter account, and he saw it. Then he asked if I had to update it myself. I said yes. So he said that it seems pretty stupid. What? Did he expect it to read my mind and send the feeds to twitter? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm extremely sleepy now. I have a long day tomorrow as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-7242687034418881287?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/7242687034418881287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=7242687034418881287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/7242687034418881287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/7242687034418881287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-day-it-was-i-have-been-running.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-251722682068359566</id><published>2009-04-07T20:08:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:22:39.752+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>I have always wanted to get a twitter account. I can type in whatever I am feeling/thinking and it would be saved somewhere. It has happened so many times that I would want to blog about something, but when I actually sit in front of my computer, it feels so unnecessary. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, the time I am most stressed out - work and when I am stuck in traffic, I cannot put down my frustrations anywhere. So twitter would solve the problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrong! Today, at a friend's insistence, I set up my twitter account and when I tried to set it up on my phone, it simply refused to work! There is some number where I am supposed to send a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-defined text to, and the message would just not go! It is stuck in my phone. I don't know whose problem it is... either twitter or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vodafone&lt;/span&gt;. But because I cannot send a text to twitter, the whole account is useless. Twitter is blocked in office - it does not even work with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FireFox&lt;/span&gt; extension. Which means the only place I can update twitter is at home. But why would I want to do that when I can blog? It is so dumb. Is there any other way to do this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dammit, I am so irritated right now! Ugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-251722682068359566?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/251722682068359566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=251722682068359566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/251722682068359566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/251722682068359566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/04/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-3727821273816508724</id><published>2009-04-06T20:14:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:40:51.739+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>The joy(?) of work</title><content type='html'>I am currently reading a book called 'The joy of work'. It is written by Scott Adams - the guy who writes the Dilbert comics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find this book funny. In fact, I like the comics and his &lt;a href="http://dilbert.com/blog"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; as well. I started reading the book today in the bus on the way to work and back. It is so funny, that it actually made me laugh! There are not many books which are funny. The only other book that I can think of that made me laugh is One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest  (This was hilarious. I wanna watch the movie as well). There might be other books too, but I can't remember any now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book talks about how someone can find happiness in their work. It tells us how we can shirk work and how to make sure that everyone else thinks that you are intelligent. How to make your manager think you are doing lots of work when you aren't. Some of the ideas are brilliant and some are plain stupid. But I felt the best part of the book is the way his comics are integrated in the book. Also the emails which he received, which are embedded everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best idea that I liked so far (I have not completely read the book yet) was how to sleep in your cubicle, but not let anyone know that you are sleeping. This was in an email that Scott received. It says that you should keep a paper below your table. One hand should be down, so that it looks like you are about to pick it up. Another hand could act as a pillow to your head. And you could just sleep. Now, if when you hear anyone come, they would think you are just picking up your paper! This is so brilliant! It could actually work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously, some of the things he has written are so true. Like how your manager knows only 2 things about you: How you look, and how many hours you spend in office. I do not know if all managers are like that, but mine definitely is. He cannot differentiate between someone who actually works and someone who pretends to work! It gets really annoying at times. I just have to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;learn &lt;/span&gt;to deal with it, I suppose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-3727821273816508724?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/3727821273816508724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=3727821273816508724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/3727821273816508724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/3727821273816508724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/04/joy-of-work.html' title='The joy(?) of work'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-1003400617075933673</id><published>2009-04-06T20:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:11:26.455+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Great Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: nowrap; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"To have a great idea, have a lot of them." - Thomas A. Edison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-1003400617075933673?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/1003400617075933673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=1003400617075933673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/1003400617075933673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/1003400617075933673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-ideas.html' title='Great Ideas'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-4165175436225171998</id><published>2009-04-05T10:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:39:07.655+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Interviews</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 8px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 8px; font: normal normal normal small/normal arial; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;I completely forgot to blog about it - I took two interviews last week! How cool is that!? It was a phone interview. My Tech Lead and I took it. The best part? The people who we interviewed were those who had more than 4 years of experience, and I knew more than them! It was such a high when it got over! I could not stop smiling! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The place where they got stuck is when we started asking questions from their resume. One said that he has worked on ftp and sftp, and when we asked him the difference between the two, he could not answer! Similarly on other stuff as well. Atleast if they are writing something there,  they should read it up before the interview. They would not end up looking so dumb. What is the need to lie? If you want to lie, atleast know &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One guy could not even explain the project he worked on. Whatever we asked about it, he had the same answer! And both of us didn't understand what he was saying! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have another interview to take on Monday( I know, wow!). I'm so proud of myself! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-4165175436225171998?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/4165175436225171998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=4165175436225171998' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/4165175436225171998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/4165175436225171998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/04/interviews.html' title='Interviews'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-3193909295585259994</id><published>2009-04-04T17:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:48:10.535+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bliss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 8px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 8px; font: normal normal normal small/normal arial; "&gt;Just came back from meeting some of my friends! We had planned to meet up for lunch - the only problem being one didn't want to have Indian food, one didn't want Chinese, one didn't want pizza, and one didn't want burgers! It is so annoying when people have so many issues about food! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we decided to go to Koshi's cause apparently it is a multi cuisine restaurant! But they said they will give us 3 separate tables! WTF? If we wanted them together, we "would have to wait for 20 minutes". Moron. Why didn't you tell this before we wasted 10 minutes outside? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we stood and discussed where we wanted to go next! Which was not going anywhere, since there was no place that everyone wanted to go to. We finally went and had food in Mainland china. They gave us a room! (maybe they expected us to be noisy! Ha! Ha! ) Food was decent though. I was full with soup (yum!), starters and pepsi! Still, I managed to eat some Hakka noodles and ice cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were supposed to go bowling after that. When we reached the place, we were informed that we would have to wait for an hour! Yeah right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the day was good though. I had not met a couple of my friends in the last 3 months(since they are now studying), and it was good catching up. It is somehow not the same over the phone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I would be going out with my family for dinner! I am already so full, I have no idea what (and how) I am gonna eat there! This morning around 11, I had hot chocolate fudge! Yum!! And I ate so much for lunch! And again dinner! Gosh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-3193909295585259994?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/3193909295585259994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=3193909295585259994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/3193909295585259994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/3193909295585259994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/04/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-141523050724659821</id><published>2009-04-02T22:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:14:20.995+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Cigarettes</title><content type='html'>Let me start by saying that I hate smoking, I hate cigarettes and I hate the smell of smoke. Now that we have that out of the way, let me begin.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today evening while I was on my way back home, I got a call from home. It was my sister. As soon as I picked up, she said, "Hey I need a favour".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I need a favour from you, and you can't say no."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No". I knew I should say no. If she says I can't say no, it means I would not want to do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hey come on ya. Its a small thing. I want a pack of cigarettes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHOCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What? Cigarettes? Why do you need them!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No ya, it is not for me. It is for a friend"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then tell them to buy it! why are you asking me to buy it for them? They should not be smoking in the first place"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"See, it is my friend's birthday, and I just want to irritate her. I had asked her what she wants for her birthday and she said she wants cigarettes and vodka and all. So just because she said it, she is gonna get it. hahaha"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a lot of haggling after this, and the conversation went on for 1 more unnecessary minute. But I finally agreed to get it for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I get down from the bus. And go to this shady place where they sell cigarettes. I went and asked that guy , "I need a pack of cigarettes." As if I do it everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he looks at me, trying very hard not to laugh, and asks me,"which brand?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I know. So I looked around and just picked one. And I asked how much I had to pay him. He said Rs 44! Wow! Who knew! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked back home, and gave the pack to my sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom knew that my sis had asked me to get it for her, and suddenly when she actually saw it, she became real angry! And then began the yelling, and the 'what would the people in the colony think when they saw you buy cigarettes' talk. Both of us listened to it, and I had to actually convince her that no one saw me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if they did, what's the big deal? Why is it ok for men to smoke,  but not women?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-141523050724659821?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/141523050724659821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=141523050724659821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/141523050724659821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/141523050724659821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/04/cigarettes.html' title='Cigarettes'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-7002498468055618308</id><published>2009-04-01T22:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:54:59.882+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Goa</title><content type='html'>My friends are planning to go to Goa over the weekend. Even I was supposed to be going along with them, but somehow an unexpected trip of my own seems to be in the way. It seems like such bad timing but there is nothing I can do. I feel so bad since the tickets and the hotels are already booked! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope that they go on with the trip and not cancel it since I would not be going. I feel bad that they are going, but I would feel worse if they didn't go! Few months back we had made a plan of going to some place in Kerala, but that was cancelled later when one of my friend could not make it. I remember how annoyed I was because of it. But in her case, I was really sure that she would not come for the trip while making the plans. And I specifically asked her if she would come in spite of all the work that she had. And she assured me that she would definitely make it. And then in the last moment, when there were 2 days left to go, she says that she can't make it, and that she is sorry! I knew it anyways. And finally we went to Innovative Film City. A place no one should go to - because it is not worth it. Instead stay at home and sleep. Or watch cartoons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always wanted to go to Goa though. Had been there when I was 5 or so, and obviously I don't remember anything. There is this really cute pic of me standing in the beach there. And a pic where I am in my mom's arms - crying. Apparently I didn't want my photo taken. Well, some things never change. And there were a few other pics as well, but these are the two that I really remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I told my friends I can't go with them, they are not believing me! They think it is an April fool's prank! ha! Such bad timing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-7002498468055618308?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/7002498468055618308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=7002498468055618308' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/7002498468055618308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/7002498468055618308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/03/goa.html' title='Goa'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-873304653610660350</id><published>2009-03-31T20:42:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:22:14.278+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Agitated</title><content type='html'>There is this guy in my team who is an absolute moron! All he knows is to waste my time and ask unnecessary questions. Everything that he needs to know would be in a document that he is expected to read, and yet, he will not make an attempt to understand. What is the need for a meeting with 7 people to "discuss" a document - when half of them have not read it? What a waste of my time! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SO want to talk to my manager about this, but I really don't know how I could do it without it being a complaint! And the sad part? It is not only me who find him annoying! I know there are others in my team as well who have issues with him. And no one would say anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thinking of bringing this up with my manager next time we talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-873304653610660350?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/873304653610660350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=873304653610660350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/873304653610660350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/873304653610660350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/03/agitated.html' title='Agitated'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-3309334332412373552</id><published>2009-03-30T22:09:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:53:41.256+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Shades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7XFPUxMbqc/SdD4bPXCRpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/S3MVYCih_Oo/s1600-h/DSC01797-764784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7XFPUxMbqc/SdD4bPXCRpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/S3MVYCih_Oo/s400/DSC01797-764784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319024306787862162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the photo that I cropped to get the image in the header (They are clouds, by the way).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the shade of blue that is in the picture! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took it last year, in the evening, after the sun had set. Nice, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-3309334332412373552?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/3309334332412373552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=3309334332412373552' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/3309334332412373552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/3309334332412373552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/03/shades.html' title='Shades'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U7XFPUxMbqc/SdD4bPXCRpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/S3MVYCih_Oo/s72-c/DSC01797-764784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-9144847653535331759</id><published>2009-03-28T21:01:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:14:20.995+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Reminiscence</title><content type='html'>Really bored this evening, have nothing interesting to do. So I just started reading my older blogs and all the comments that I had written. Man, I've been blogging since 2005! How long ago is that! And now for some numbers that no one else is interested in: (except me, of course!). I wrote 65 posts in 2005,2006. And 26 in 2007,2008!! And 8 in 2009! (I posted one that I had written in 2007 now, which was stuck as a draft for 2 years! Sigh!) . Which makes this my 100th post! Wow! In 4.5 years. Long, long time. It should not have taken so many years! haha! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read &lt;a href="http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/01/book.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, the time when I read Robert Ludlum's Bourne Identity! How cool is that! I didn't even remember that I had blogged about it. I had also found Matt Damon cute! hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;get&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;extremely &lt;a href="http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/12/fadedlights.html"&gt;lazy and bored&lt;/a&gt;! I still don't have a car &lt;a href="http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/12/yo.html"&gt;driving license&lt;/a&gt;. I love my two wheeler (which is technically my sister's!). &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some things &lt;/span&gt;never&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; change I suppose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for the past two hours (or more), I've been reminiscing about the past few years of mine. I like where I am at the moment. I suppose I have said this already in some post, but its nice. I've few good friends who I know will be there for me when I need them (I honestly didn't think it was possible!). I still get along fine with my family with a lot of fights! I like my work and the environment. I've travelled to two countries (which made me realise how much I like seeing new places!) . How cool is this? When I was in college, I thought I would be the last person in class who would go somewhere.  (so much for self confidence!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've done so many things that I thought I would never do, and I enjoyed doing them. There was a post where i had posted &lt;a href="http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/08/list.html"&gt;all the things I would like to do&lt;/a&gt; and all the things I have done. Few things have changed! I want to do some more things that I have not marked there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have done the following( which I had not marked that I wanted to do!): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language (in Turkey. Was sort of fun! I wish I had blogged more when I was there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thought to yourself that you're living your dream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taken a road trip. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had two hard disks for my computer( Guess I had it before and didn't know it!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and one thing that I had marked:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toured ancient sites. (I saw Ephesus when I was in Turkey! Will post pics if I feel like it! Mostly I wont.) It was so cool, man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I realised that I can't do few things - mostly because of my fears. I realised that I have an extreme case of a fear of heights. Some time ago, there was some team building activity that I had gone to from office. I had to climb up (dont know how high it was), and had to jump to a net backwards. Its like, you can't see where you are jumping. And while I was standing there to jump, I could just not do it. The more time I spent there, the more scared I got. I was actually shaking there. Literally! I eventually jumped though, and I thought I would not be scared the next time I do it. So I went again, only to make a fool of myself. I got scared again, and started shaking again. And that is when I realised, much to my chagrin, that I cannot do the following. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bungee jumped&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gone sky diving. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its all good though, all good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually smiling here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-9144847653535331759?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/9144847653535331759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=9144847653535331759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/9144847653535331759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/9144847653535331759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/03/reminiscence.html' title='Reminiscence'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-2253459077751027115</id><published>2009-03-28T16:55:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:56:55.092+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Anywhere but home</title><content type='html'>Just came back from watching a movie - Anywhere but home. It was released with a new name here in India (Don't know why though!). It was released a long time back elsewhere as Four Christmases. It was a typical Hollywood movie. Sort of funny too. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that is common in all Christmas movies: there &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has &lt;/span&gt;to be a guy who tells the kids that there is no Santa Claus. Oh, the horror! And the kids are so shocked and everything. Is this for real!?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say though, I like watching Christmas movies... even though they are all the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally saw Bourne Identity! It was an okay movie, I honestly don't know what the big deal is! Probably my expectations were too high. This always happens to me! Next movie is Bourne Supremacy. Lets see how that goes. I liked the car chase though. I usually like chases. In The Dark Knight, there is a chase, where Batman is following the Joker. That was so good! Especially the way how Batman's cloak is flying&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(?) &lt;/span&gt;behind him! Hmmm.. too bad The Dark Knight didn't get as many Oscars as was expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am watching a lot of movies, right!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-2253459077751027115?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/2253459077751027115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=2253459077751027115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/2253459077751027115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/2253459077751027115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/03/anywhere-but-home.html' title='Anywhere but home'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-1759787763620076767</id><published>2009-03-27T19:16:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:58:51.899+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bliss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I watched Memento. Had not watched it before, and unfortunately I could not enjoy it. And this, only because I watched Ghajini. I knew Ghajini was a remake of the Tamil movie, but I didn't know that the Tamil movie was also a remake! I only got to know about it later, which was too bad. Had I known, I would not have watched Ghajini. And to think that I actually liked the movie! How could I have liked that horror?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could not watch the whole movie (Memento). Only because I kept comparing it to the Hindi one, and it completely ruined it for me. I saw about 45 minutes of the beginning, and then saw the end. And then, I realised that end made no sense, so I watched the five minutes of the beginning again! (Yes, I do all this. )Apparently this is one movie where one &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has &lt;/span&gt;to watch it twice to understand it (is what my friend said). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I will watch Bourne Identity and Bourne Supremacy. Have read the book before, and when I watched it I got irritated cause the whole story was changed. But now, I do not remember all the details in the story, so I figured I might as well watch it. Will watch Memento also someday, when I forget that I watched Ghajini (the horror!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and something completely unrelated: Sometimes I like how the day starts out being &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;bad, and then one incident completely makes it all better. This happened today; this morning I was moping around and now I am so happy! Damn cool! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I thought I had lost my Pan card (don't remember if I blogged about it), but today I found it. When I was searching for something else. Time for me to arrange all the stuff in my room, so I get what I want - when I want it. I totally hate this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-1759787763620076767?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/1759787763620076767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=1759787763620076767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/1759787763620076767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/1759787763620076767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/03/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-7670762258276332431</id><published>2009-03-25T20:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:11:26.243+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Funny!</title><content type='html'>"When one person suffers from a delusion it is called insanity. When many people suffer from a delusion it is called religion." - Robert Pirsig&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-7670762258276332431?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/7670762258276332431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=7670762258276332431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/7670762258276332431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/7670762258276332431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/03/funny.html' title='Funny!'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-8975239086411868360</id><published>2009-03-24T08:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:00:37.230+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV shows'/><title type='text'>Their world</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was watching Amazing Race on TV, and they had come to Jaipur for the race. As the contestants were traveling in the car to some place near Jaipur, few of them started crying. Mostly because there are so many stray animals, and they were eating garbage, and such. They also saw a lot of kids near these garbage piles and were feeling emotional about the whole thing. That&amp;#39;s what got me thinking - we Indians are so used to seeing poverty that it does not shock us anymore. Yeah, I feel sad that there is so much of poverty and that there is not much I can do about it. I don&amp;#39;t like the fact that there are so many kids on the streets. But I don&amp;#39;t think I would cry about all of that! I feel really bad, for a few minutes. That&amp;#39;s it, I suppose. And then I force myself not to think about this, and try to forget it. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;This is the main reason why Indians did not really like slumdog millionaire. We have seen slums, and we have seen such kids. And so for us, it is just a story. But for most of the Americans, this whole idea of a slum is horrendous, and when they see such things, it is time for them to thank god for everything that they have! It is sad, really. They have no clue of what is happening in the whole world. Their world begins and ends in America. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-8975239086411868360?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/8975239086411868360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=8975239086411868360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/8975239086411868360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/8975239086411868360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/03/their-world.html' title='Their world'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-4557294661379558788</id><published>2009-03-23T09:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:54:41.503+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV shows'/><title type='text'>Being myself</title><content type='html'>Like a moron, I have been obsessed with the Big Brother show (the US one). It started on Saturday afternoon, around 1 in the afternoon when I switched the channel to VH1. I had never watched Big brother before, and was always wondering what the big deal is. I am a big fan of reality TV shows ( I don&amp;#39;t know why!!), and when I saw that Big Brother is on, I could not help but watch it! And so I did. The only problem was that it was a marathon. Which meant that they would show the whole series at one go. No big deal, anyway it was a saturday, and it should finish by evening. Or so I thought. I watched it till 11:30 at night. Continuously. They stopped showing it at 11:30, else I would have watched it some more. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;So on sunday, i woke up a little late, and I thought of just checking if the show was coming on TV. And it was! Yay!! So I started yet again to see it. Luckily ( phew!) I had plans of meeting friends, so I left home at one - for lunch, bowling and some ice cream. The ride back was so awesome. There was no one on the streets!! I mean, MG Road was empty! It was so weird to see hardly any people on a sunday evening! I reached back home around 6 ( I guess) and it started again. My parents were going mad. I tried making them watch it, and tried telling them that this is so much better than the stupid serials that they are so obsessed about. Obviously they thought I was a moron. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;And so I watched. And watched. Till 12:30 in the night. Yes, 12:30! I &lt;i&gt;had &lt;/i&gt;to see who won! I wanted any of 2 people to win (Sharon or Adam), and Adam won. Like I care.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And today is a monday. I can barely open my eyes.  I just want to sleep. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Did I learn anything this weekend? Yes, of course. I realised that &lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;eating chocolate ice cream makes me bowl really bad. (Yesterday I scored a pathetic 65. Yuck.) I also learnt that if you want to succeed, you should know how to lie and show that everything that you do is great (even know it is not, duh!).&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Did I learn anything useful this weekend? No. Sigh. Atleast I could have read a book. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sleep! I want sleep!!! &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-4557294661379558788?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/4557294661379558788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=4557294661379558788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/4557294661379558788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/4557294661379558788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-myself.html' title='Being myself'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-5234422164612184919</id><published>2009-02-18T21:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:11:20.302+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bliss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>I love...</title><content type='html'>- being sarcastic, sarcastic jokes, writing sarcastic emails!&lt;div&gt;- music&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- reading books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- watching the sky when the sun is setting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- watching movies on the TV when I am alone.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;- trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- sitcoms on Star World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Coldplay&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- google&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- internet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- blogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- firefox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- one hour lunch breaks when there is a lot of work&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;- listening to Mr Barker on the radio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- bags from Wildcraft (I have one that I got 6 years ago! and it is still in a usable condition)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- cats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- waking up late on&amp;nbsp;Sundays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- vacations&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;- nice, wide, empty roads early morning on the way to work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- anything which has bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- junk food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- silver finger rings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- wearing jeans to work on weekdays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- being a rebel&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;- speaking my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- people who speak their minds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- honesty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- watching Roger Federer beat Nadal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- the colour blue&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- watching the look on someone&amp;#39;s face when they open a gift&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;- being surprised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- questioning things I don&amp;#39;t understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- going out with friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- making lists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- crossing out things I have completed on the list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Google&amp;nbsp;desktop!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;-&amp;nbsp;intelligent&amp;nbsp;people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- spell check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- John Grisham&amp;#39;s books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- reading comments on blog I read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- reading comments on Digg.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- watching Friends on TV with my sister&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;- wikipedia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- nokia mobile phones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- having food in open spaces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- coffee shops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- the movie Little Miss Sunshine (its hilarious)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- listening to music and reading on the way to office while everyone else is sleeping&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;- looking out the window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- listening to people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- visiting new places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- playing cards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- long journeys on a train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- reality TV&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- shopping with my sis and mom&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;- wearing sports shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- to watch people getting embarrassed for silly reasons&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-5234422164612184919?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/5234422164612184919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=5234422164612184919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/5234422164612184919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/5234422164612184919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love.html' title='I love...'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-1047717974487993488</id><published>2009-02-05T09:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:18:08.338+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV shows'/><title type='text'>Grammy awards</title><content type='html'>This time there are so many songs that I like which have been nominated for Grammy awards! So this list contains few songs and albums that I really like listening to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Record Of The Year and Best Rock Album AND Album Of The Year -- &lt;u&gt;Viva La Vida - Coldplay&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt; Gosh, I just love this album. Coldplay is so amazing. I just feel like listening to the songs over and over again. And I can keep doing this the whole day, or the whole week! My favourite songs - Viva La Vida, Death and all his friends, Life in technicolor (it is instrumental in the album, but however I have seen a version of it in a video with lyrics!), Violet hill, Cemeteries of London. I know there are too many songs listed, but I can&amp;#39;t just pick one or two!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Album Of The Year&amp;nbsp; and Best Alternative Music Album --&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt; In Rainbows - Radiohead &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just discovered RadioHead last year. Their songs are totally different, they sound simply amazing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Best Male Pop Vocal Performance &lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;I&amp;#39;m Yours by Jason Mraz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt; Closer by Ne-Yo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;These two songs I have listened on the radio, and I keep waiting for the radio to play them. I guess it is mostly the tune that I like, more than anything else. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Apologize by OneRepublic&lt;/u&gt; . This song is nominated for Best Pop Performance By A Duo Or Group With Vocals. I want them to win!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Disturbia by Rihanna&lt;/u&gt;. Nominated for Best Dance Recording. I usually don&amp;#39;t like Rihanna&amp;#39;s songs, but this one is just addictive! After listening to this song, I actually downloaded few more songs from her album, and I must say they are incredible. A song called Umbrella which used to irritate me SO much initially sounds good now? crazy.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Well, I hope they all win! I just realised that most of the songs I like are songs where I could sing along. (Not that I sing along, or anything. But atleast I have the option. )&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-1047717974487993488?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/1047717974487993488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=1047717974487993488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/1047717974487993488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/1047717974487993488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/02/grammy-awards.html' title='Grammy awards'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-3590100403945480804</id><published>2009-02-02T17:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:51:43.850+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Annoyed</title><content type='html'>Things were great at work till today. There is a moron who is working with me, and she cannot do a thing! She cannot remember anything that I say. Even after I tell her something, she would go back and sit in her place. And then she will ping me asking questions. What the hell? How can she be so incompetent? And to top it all off, my manager thinks she is good in what she does. However, all I see her do is chat with her friends, mail unnecessary things to everyone, make my life hell, and yap on the phone all day long! &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;So what happened today? There is something that the moron and I have discussed over and over in a period of 2 weeks maybe. And the moron still pings me and asks me the most basic question that one could ever ask. I don&amp;#39;t get it, I really don&amp;#39;t. If she does not know this simple thing, she does not know anything! What a waste of my time! This is totally annoying. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;All I have been doing today is browse the net, and as the day passed by I have this bad feeling since I have not done anything. It is not a big deal though, I still have time to complete what I have to do. One thing is for sure, this time I am not bailing her out. She has to do everything on her own. Let me see what she is actually capable of. I don&amp;#39;t know why, I just have this bad case of intense dislike against her!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Been listening to Pink Floyd lately, and man do they have awesome songs! All i knew before was Comfortably Numb and Another Brick In the Wall. But now I realize that there are so many wonderful songs. Listen to Coming Back to Life. Wow, it feels so good when I listen to it. I will almost always get a smile on my face when I hear this track! &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-3590100403945480804?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/3590100403945480804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=3590100403945480804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/3590100403945480804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/3590100403945480804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2009/02/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-2153678685198229543</id><published>2008-12-14T15:05:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:09:41.796+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Radio</title><content type='html'>I listen to the radio on the way, and back from office. And I realised how bad some of the RJ's are. The music is good, but when the RJ starts making no sense, its just annoying. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week, an RJ just came on air, and he was commenting on the weather. And he said the weather is "Pleasantish gloomy". What the hell is that? It is either pleasant, or gloomy. How can it be both?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was another time, where the RJs asked the listeners to name bands who they think are the 'worst band of all times'. Apparently, when you google for 'worst band in the world', it names Creed, and the RJs think they are not really that bad. So, some listener sent a text saying he thinks it is Korn. And the RJ says, "Korn? Who is Korn? I have not even heard of this band!" How is this possible? She is an RJ! How can she not know who Korn is?! At this point, I just switched off the radio and started listening to my own playlist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-2153678685198229543?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/2153678685198229543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=2153678685198229543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/2153678685198229543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/2153678685198229543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2008/12/radio.html' title='Radio'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-4952850883267869238</id><published>2008-11-21T16:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:54:31.563+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Pigeons and Crows</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, there was a &amp;quot;meet&amp;quot; in one of my friend&amp;#39;s house. They have some name for it, I cannot remember what. It was something about Jesus, and praising the God, worshiping, and some stuff like that. There were 4 christians, and me. I have never felt so conscious about my religion till yesterday. They were playing some godly songs, and talking about their experiences with god!(?). I felt so out of place, that I left in 5 minutes. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I later joined for dinner. And they were still playing songs, and somehow the conversation drifted to pigeons. 2 guys were in a train station, and they were hungry. They saw pigeons, and were glad that they were not close to them, else they would have eaten them! What the hell, I thought. But it was not over. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;One guy said he had an air gun, and that he shot a pigeon once and ate it. I was sick when I listened to it! And he was SO proud of it! He shot a goddamn pigeon coz he wanted to eat it! Fuck! Who does that, I thought. But, it&amp;#39;s not over yet! Then, another guy said that he too had an air gun. But he didn&amp;#39;t shoot pigeons. He just shot a crow. And then he hanged it at the top of his house. So that other crows don&amp;#39;t come close! Whatever, man. You people are just weird! And creepy. I just went back home. I don&amp;#39;t even know how I managed to swallow what I was eating. It was just sick. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I was so angry yesterday, I could not even sleep. I just can&amp;#39;t get over the fact that there are people who see pigeons, and then just decide to kill them coz they want to fucking eat it. I don&amp;#39;t even want to see these people anymore. Yuck. &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-4952850883267869238?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/4952850883267869238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=4952850883267869238' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/4952850883267869238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/4952850883267869238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2008/11/pigeons-and-crows.html' title='Pigeons and Crows'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-5970552885651147504</id><published>2008-10-27T15:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:54:31.563+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>United Kingdom!</title><content type='html'>Yes! I am here in UK! And I will be here for a month or so. And I am so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first impressions were totally great. The place is amazing. Just that I am finding it too cold for comfort! Its like 10 degrees here. But, I saw in bbc news that it might go to negative temperatures tomorrow! Oh gosh, that's just crazy!!! And I am totally excited! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to a church (first time in my life). Sat and listened to stuff. Will probably blog about that later, if I feel like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, happy Diwali guys!! Too bad, I am not at home eating sweets :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I am so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-5970552885651147504?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/5970552885651147504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=5970552885651147504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/5970552885651147504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/5970552885651147504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2008/10/united-kingdom.html' title='United Kingdom!'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-6282902300965820323</id><published>2008-10-04T00:04:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:35:52.153+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I do not have a lot of friends. There was a time(when I was a kid) when this actualy bothered me. But not so anymore. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is just one person from my school who was my friend then, and still is my friend now. Yeah, we have known each other for more than ten years, and we talk about all kinds of crap. I mean, I just need to pick up the phone and call her, and without even knowing, I would have spoken to her for an hour. It is nice, the fact that there is someone I know who would always listen to me when I need to talk. (It does not really happen a lot - the need to talk, but still)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are friends from college as well... though we keep in touch with each other, and talk to each other regularly, there is something missing when compared to my friend from school. I do not know why. Perhaps I do not want to associate myself with anything in college. I did not really have a good time in college. I actually like working much, much, much better. I have fun working! Seriously! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there are 2 good friends that I made in office! Both of them are very talkative. (I just realised that all my friends talk a lot! I am a quiet person) . And now, both of them have quit to study further. Both are not in Bangalore, and I sort of miss talking to them, and I miss discussing insane stuff with them. I have actually discussed browser incompatibilites with one of them. haha! Firefox is awesome! (If you are still using IE 6, throw your comp out the window!  )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, was there a point I wanted to make at all? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-6282902300965820323?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/6282902300965820323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=6282902300965820323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/6282902300965820323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/6282902300965820323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2008/10/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-4476293815214911641</id><published>2008-10-03T23:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:11:20.302+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Speak Out</title><content type='html'>There are so many instances where we see things that aggravate us. One such thing for me, is when people jump queues. You know, when there is a huge queue ahead of you when you want to get something done... And then, someone just decides to bribe someone and gets right ahead of you. Without any regard to all the people who are standing there. When this happens, I just cannot shut up. I HAVE to speak out and tell such people that it is not fair.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This happened to me when I had to get my voter ID done. So I was standing with my mom in the line (For some very weird reason, there is a separate queue for men and women!) for about 2 hours. There was no electricity, and so they could not print out the cards. We just had to wait for a very long time until the power came back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we are waiting for 2 hours. 2 whole hours. And then some bloody guy and his wife(I guess) just enter the room to get their cards done. Needless to say, I was pissed off! I went right ahead and started yelling at the cop standing near the door, asking him to let the people who are in the queue to go in first before anyone else does. And what does the ****** up cop say? He asks me to stand in the queue and just shut up! Yes, he actually told me to keep quiet! I, at that point of time thought that there would be someone who would speak with me, but no! There was just one lady who decided to come and yell at the cop. Everyone else there did not want to speak out! I do not understand why! And my mom! My mom went crazy! She told me not to yell at the cop! Oh well, whatever. What irritated me was the cop - who didn't have any business being there. Who decided to make him a cop anyway?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday something happened that reminded me of this incident. Again I was in a wretched queue, and someone decided to pay off the cop to cut the line. A guy who was behind me was the one who got furious. The people (a mother and her daughter with the help of the father) who cut the line, actually abused him verbally! The cop too (again) asked the guy to 'maintain silence'. What the hell? I wish I had asked the cop how much he got paid. I wish I could see the look in his face when I asked him that. Damn, I missed it. By the way, here again, this guy was the only one who actually confronted the cop. Everyone else just stared. The mother said that the daughter had to go to a birthday party and that it was an emergency and so they &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to go soon. So our guy says that he too has a job, and he too has to be there doing his job. He said he was in this place since 8 am(it was about 12 when this happened) and he had to get to work. For this, the mother asked him to go speak to the cop so that he too can stand in front of the queue. What does one say to this? A birthday party? Gimme a break!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This just irritates me. Is there no way out of this? I mean, what can one person do when no one takes his side? It is said that one person can change the world. I don't see it happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I have even heard a parent say his kid was sick and so he had to get in front of the queue. I do not get it. If your kid is sick, stay home! Why venture out anyway? Your kid is sick, damnit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another time when I was waiting in a line for movie tickets, a lady came and asked me if I would buy tickets for her. I just looked at her, and she told me that her husband was standing behind with their baby. I asked her, "so what?" Even I want to watch this movie. The people standing behind me also want to watch the movie without getting late. She came in late and expected people to do her a favour coz she had a baby. Nice reason, lady. Ain't gonna work with me. But you know what is unfortunate? When I left, I turned to see where she was, and I saw someone buy her the tickets. Why! I do not understand why!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-4476293815214911641?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/4476293815214911641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=4476293815214911641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/4476293815214911641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/4476293815214911641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2008/10/speak-out.html' title='Speak Out'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-8857042783140316746</id><published>2008-07-13T18:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:47:39.271+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV shows'/><title type='text'>Prison Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It is a TV series. I watched the first season when I was in Turkey. Could not watch season 2 and 3 though. Found out that my friend had both the seasons. So I got it and watched it. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I wanted to watch it so bad, that when I finally did, I did not like it. season 1 is the best- nothing can beat it. Season 2 was atleast ok. But I dont know why season 3 was made. Seriously. I dont get it. Once the story gets over, you should just finish it. Why prolong it?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Now I need to get Lost season 3. Have watched the first 2 seasons and it makes me want to see 3. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;This is totally intelligent... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-8857042783140316746?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/8857042783140316746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=8857042783140316746' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/8857042783140316746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/8857042783140316746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2008/07/prison-break.html' title='Prison Break'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-4729532478075781019</id><published>2008-07-13T18:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:56:55.093+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Movies and Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I watched 2 movies today and finished 2 books yesterday! Yay!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The movies were &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hancock &lt;/strong&gt;- which was good (not great). I simply HAVE to watch anything with Will Smith in it. Somehow I had expectations from the movie.&amp;nbsp;I would have liked it much better if I had not heard anything about the movie. If you have not watched it, you should. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Amir - &lt;/strong&gt;A hindi flick. It was just ok. So many people told me it is amazing, but for me it was just ok. I must say though, it was a different hindi movie. I liked the ending. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The books! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One night at the call center&lt;/strong&gt;. I dont know why I read it. After reading this book, I feel even I can write a book and publish it. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The redemption of Althalus&lt;/strong&gt;. The fights were good. The story was good. The book was long. What else do I need? &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I&amp;#39;ve got 2 more books to read, maybe I will start it now. I don&amp;#39;t know how to spend my time... I dont want to watch another movie.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;So that&amp;#39;s my weekend. Also went and shopped today!&amp;nbsp;Now the whole thought of going to office tomorrow is depressing me. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-4729532478075781019?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/4729532478075781019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=4729532478075781019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/4729532478075781019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/4729532478075781019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2008/07/movies-and-books.html' title='Movies and Books'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-3360145511535747309</id><published>2008-07-07T22:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:46:45.152+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>I just</title><content type='html'>figured out how to blog by mailing! Yes, yes, I know that this feature was there, like, forever! I never got around to doing it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just did it. And I am so excited! Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any one has any idea if it is possible to add labels through mail?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-3360145511535747309?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/3360145511535747309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=3360145511535747309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/3360145511535747309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/3360145511535747309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-just.html' title='I just'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-6045489186455256164</id><published>2008-06-30T22:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:17:57.192+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Hatred</title><content type='html'>I wish I could blog from office. Unfortunately, blogger is blocked. I mean, there are so many things that cross my mind that I wish I could write. But since I don't have access, I just ignore the things without writing it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for example, right now, I am in a very hateful mood. I am feeling this hatred towards everybody in my team (all seem to be jack-asses). There is this issue that is going on. No one knows how to fix it. I do though. But, I just don't want to tell them. Only because the fix is a work around. I feel that instead of giving a work around, we should just fix it at the source. But no one is listening to me. I know they will eventually get around to doing it my way. So I will keep quiet while everyone runs around trying to get a fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it though. I know there are some standards that we must follow. I totally agree to it. But if it is going to hamper performance - very drastically at that, we must take the best of what we can do, and do it. Screw the standards. But who listens to me! Apparently there is a right way of doing things, and there is a quick way of doing things. My team will always do the right, I guess. Finally when everything fails in production, they will realize that sometimes performance also matters.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this in office. I decided that if I want to write something, I can always write and just mail it to myself. Later, if I feel like it, I would post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I know it is not intelligent conversation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-6045489186455256164?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/6045489186455256164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=6045489186455256164' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/6045489186455256164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/6045489186455256164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2008/06/hatred.html' title='Hatred'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-322121958725187603</id><published>2008-06-30T22:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:00:01.592+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>In Bruges (Its in Belgium!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Dude, what kind of a fucked up movie is this? In Bruges? What the fuck, man."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You didn't like the movie? It was nice!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What part of the fucking movie did you like? I was waiting, and waiting for it to get better, but it just got fucking worse!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"haha, if I had to sit through it, so do you!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ugh. I hated the movie, man. I did not understand anything! I don't know the point of the movie at all!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"But didn't you like the dialogues? they were fucking awesome"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"All I heard in the movie was the word fuck, fucked, and such. Though I must admit, some parts were actually funny! Like the dialogue ---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'You from the States?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'Yeah. But don't hold it against me. ' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'I'll try not to... Just try not to say anything too loud or crass. ' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--- hehehe"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"hahaha, yeah! And the part where Ray tells those fat guys not to go up the tower. The winding stairs and stuff.. hehe, the fat guy is actually tired of chasing him!! "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whatever. I really didn't understand the movie. I cannot believe there are people who actually liked this movie! I think my friend liked the movie. And somehow didn't want to admit it. Hmm, I wonder why. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Colin Farell was amazing though. I actually felt sorry for him! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After watching the movie though, all I could think was "fuck it, why did I watch the fucking movie!" But in retrospect, it was not such a bad movie. Maybe I should watch it again to really get it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS - Bruges is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bruges"&gt;place in Belgium&lt;/a&gt; . A medieval place, historic. Very interesting, I thought. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-322121958725187603?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/322121958725187603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=322121958725187603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/322121958725187603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/322121958725187603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-bruges-its-in-belgium.html' title='In Bruges (Its in Belgium!)'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-8337652593326696620</id><published>2008-06-22T21:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:14:20.996+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Small talk</title><content type='html'>I don't understand this whole concept of small talk. It is mostly used (I understand) when people don't know each other that well, and just have to talk to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do it. I just can't. What to talk about with people when you don't know them? Actually, I dont even find the need to do it. When there are a bunch of girls sitting, the topic mostly revolves around guys, and clothes. If it is a bunch of guys, they talk about girls or some of sport. Why can't we all have more intelligent conversation? Why does it have to be the same old boring stuff always. And if people are not talking about what I have already said, people will make fun of others. and then laugh. Call someone fat. Or show that some guy has a mole in his face. It is not funny, people. Get a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is this intelligent conversation? Books? Music? Cartoons? Movies? Politics? What!! The thing why this wont work is because everybody cannot talk about books. Not all read them. Not all follow politics either. So - talk about the weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is the point of talking to someone when you know you have nothing in common, and that all you will be talking to each other is about the weather?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I know. I just wrote what was in my head. Lots of confused thoughts. Needed to write it down to get thinking properly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-8337652593326696620?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/8337652593326696620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=8337652593326696620' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/8337652593326696620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/8337652593326696620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2008/06/small-talk.html' title='Small talk'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-6424181372988676596</id><published>2008-06-01T17:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:14:20.996+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thinking...</title><content type='html'>I am sitting in front of my computer coz I to write all my photos into a DVD or a CD. But sorting out photos is such a pain! I have kept everything ready, but I just cannot decide which photos should be written in one CD, and such crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I am supposed to be *sorting* photos, all I do is look at them. Man, I just love looking at pics. I can do it all the time. And I dont even get bored looking at the same ones again and again. The last post is one of my favourite pics. I just felt like posting it... so there it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I was uploading the picture, I didn't have anything else to do, so I started reading my older blog posts. I realise that I don't actually blog. I mean, I can literally count the number of posts I have written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I've actually been blogging since 2005! That seems ages ago! My whole life has changed. I have been out of college for two years. Well, it will be 2 years in about 15 days I guess. But it has been nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago I met one of my friends. She insisted on meeting me in college. Though I was reluctant to go back to college ( I dont know why), I still did. She seemed different. She does not work in Bangalore, so I hardly ever meet her, or talk to her. We sat and spoke about college and our classmates. Wondering what everyone must be doing, and such crap. Oh well. Life goes on. You have to go on with it. Somehow she just seemed to be lost in that time. I was just waiting to get out of college, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, oh.. life is good. I like how things are going. Well, some things I dont like how they are going, but hey, I cannot really expect everything to be awesome. It never works that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still clueless about what I want to do. Some of my friends want to study. MBA and stuff. But I don't feel like doing it. I think this is mainly because I do not want to enter any sort of college anywhere. My whole college seems to be a waste of my time,. I can't name one thing that I learnt in college that I am using now. I do not want that to happen again. I am scared of it happening I guess. I feel like, if I want to study or learn something, I can do it on my own. Doing an MBA is just to get a certificate. That's how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, looks like this has become a long post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-6424181372988676596?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/6424181372988676596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=6424181372988676596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/6424181372988676596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/6424181372988676596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2008/06/thinking.html' title='Thinking...'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-5495635510267738395</id><published>2008-06-01T17:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:53:41.257+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Life of Pi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7XFPUxMbqc/SF5-Gr2v3nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3a2OUY0N8vc/s1600-h/DSC00614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7XFPUxMbqc/SF5-Gr2v3nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3a2OUY0N8vc/s400/DSC00614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214744071858282098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My phone 5310 XpressMusic(that I got almost 6 months ago) on one of my favourite books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-5495635510267738395?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/5495635510267738395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=5495635510267738395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/5495635510267738395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/5495635510267738395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-of-pi.html' title='Life of Pi'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U7XFPUxMbqc/SF5-Gr2v3nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3a2OUY0N8vc/s72-c/DSC00614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-3319295928304694216</id><published>2008-04-13T21:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:12:43.050+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Pangea Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just watched it, and felt like posting it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pangeaday.org/"&gt;Pangea Day&lt;/a&gt; - A day to bring the world together by film.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kenya sings the Indian national anthem!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uAWarHi0OgE&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=EE4E24DA45E042BC&amp;amp;index=1"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uAWarHi0OgE&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=EE4E24DA45E042BC&amp;amp;index=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;watch all the videos where France sings for USA, Japan for Turkey, etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=EE4E24DA45E042BC"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=EE4E24DA45E042BC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-3319295928304694216?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/3319295928304694216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=3319295928304694216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/3319295928304694216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/3319295928304694216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2008/04/pangea-day.html' title='Pangea Day'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-6124303479480943198</id><published>2008-03-24T21:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-24T21:37:02.483+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Euphemism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gmail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XKCD'/><title type='text'>9^2+19^2/22</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am so bored. This is obviously since I have nothing to do in office.&lt;br /&gt;what I did since I reached office:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Checked gmail.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Read all the blogs that I read usually to see if it is updated.The 1st 2 things are done every half an hour or so. But then, I keep hoping that someone updates  their blog so that I can have something to read.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I am so obsessed. Anyway, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;3. I switch on music and start listening to it, adding more songs as time goes by. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. I read something on a blog about XKCD. Something I like to read- the comics that is. So I start reading the comics. The thing about XKCD is that I dont really understand everything that is written there. I understand most of it, but not all. I really wish i could get everything. For example there is a language called 'Lisp'. And apparently it is the 2nd oldest hign level language! How cool is that? Luckily there is wikipedia to help me get some of the terms I dont understand ( Like Lisp)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. I suddenly realise that I have not read all of the XKCD pages. So I make myself a plan to read every damn comic. I read, take a break for lunch, and read again, all the time listening to music. By the time I reached comic #270 ( there are about 400 of them as of now) I am totally bugged. I cannot read anymore. perhaps I could do it another day. Just cant do it now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 6. So then, I decide to write. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I read about today  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Euphemism (I didnt know what the word meant, or why it was used. I guess I was too lazy to look it up until today) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Perl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; - Lost Film &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Labyrinth &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Simple Plan &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Sheeple &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- String theory&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; - Unreachable memory &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Alfred Hitchcock ( I watched a movie made my him in 1948 - ROPE. nice movie) - guitar hero (its a game i want to play) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Eclipse software ( I still dont know what it is) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- meerkats&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; - Free Culture &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Regular expressions &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Internet speed ( the speed of the internet is 2/3rd the speed of light)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Routers &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Kurt Hasely&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; - Theseus &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- thesaurus &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- tracert &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.google.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you dont understand anything I have written above, you have clearly not been bored out of your wits. Which actually means you are pretty lucky.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, it is not only in office that i am so bugged. Even when I was at home at the weekend, I had nothing to do. I watched 5 movies. Yes, five. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Ocean's eleven &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Ocean's twelve&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; - Bucket List &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Michael Clayton&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; - Rope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also played some games on the comp. It was even more boring at home since the goddamn net was down. The universe is against me I guess. Ugh, it sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is a good thing. I realised that there are somethings that I want to know more about. Like Greek mythology. Like Networking. Like algorithms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I am off for a coffee break. I will see you next time when I am totally bugged.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only problem is that blogger does not open here. so what is the point of writing, you ask. I dont know. You decide. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- the title? fourth root of the number is pi?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-6124303479480943198?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/6124303479480943198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=6124303479480943198' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/6124303479480943198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/6124303479480943198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2008/03/9219222.html' title='9^2+19^2/22'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-3511210307548763953</id><published>2007-10-19T18:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:14:20.996+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Things to think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people don't know something, why do they pretend that they know it? It just makes them look stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote the above on 19th Oct 2007, and didn't post it. Found this in my draft. I still believe in it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-3511210307548763953?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/3511210307548763953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=3511210307548763953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/3511210307548763953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/3511210307548763953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2007/10/things-to-think_19.html' title='Things to think'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-2131097722771727967</id><published>2007-10-16T14:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:54:43.391+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>I am suddenly missing the internet. I just want to sit and browse. Its almost 1 in the night, a Saturday night, and I am unable to sleep. I just finished watching a movie - The lookout. It was a crappy movie, but I watched the whole thing anyways. I should not have slept in the afternoon. That was really stupid. I was so lazy the whole day, didn't want to do anything, so I slept. I knew this was gonna happen, me unable to sleep, and yeah. It did.&lt;br /&gt;It is either that I slept too much during the day, or I am thinking too much. Yesterday was so bad, I dont know when I will get over it. I am trying to, and there are so many things that remind me of yesterday. Ugh. Oh well, we all had decided to go to a place called Pamukkale. The place was ok and everything, so why it was bad for me, you ask? I lost my phone in the bus. I can't believe I could be so irresponsible. I see people losing their things, and I would wonder how it was even possible. And then, I did it myself. That sucks man. It really does. It was just like 11 months old, and I liked it so much. The even worse thing is that I spent 21 liras the day before to get a SIM card, and to get my phone registered. I had not done this before - getting the phone registered. You can’t use a SIM card in a foreign phone for more than 20 days. So I thought I will get a SIM card, and get the phone registered. And now, I have no phone. What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, but that is not all why the day was bad. I decided to forget about it (losing the phone thing) then, not think so much about a phone, and decided to enjoy the day. They all asked if I was ok, and yeah, I felt ok. Even though I lost my damn phone I was gonna enjoy the day! So yeah, we walked around in that place, and we were clicking photos and such. And then it happened. I asked my friend to take a snap of mine. And I was giving her my camera. She reached out for it. And it fell. Down. On the calcium deposits. Which was like rock. The camera is just 2 months old, man. Shit! Like losing my phone was not enough. I thought I was gonna start crying or something. I didn't. Phew. I didn’t even reach out for the camera when it fell. I was just standing there. My friend picked it up, and tried to make it work. Switch off the camera, and switch it on again. Yeah right. Soon everyone was around that camera trying to do something. I just sat down on that dumb rock. I was numb. Someone then did something and it was atleast showing the pictures that I took. But the lens was stuck, and so the camera is not working. I just told them to forget it, and packed the camera back in the bag. And I just sat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the others to be careful. I said I might die today, take care of me. Ha ha. It was funny then. I don’t expect it to be funny now. No, it isn’t. Ah, I laughed then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, after mid night, I am reminded of my phone. Motorola V3i. All my favourite songs were in that phone. Damn it. I will miss it. All that remains now, are my ear phones, the data cord, and the cover. I was listening to music in the bus from the phone. When the stop came, when we had to get off the bus, I remember removing the ear phones and putting it into my bag. I don’t know what I did with the phone. I usually put it in my pocket, but I guess I didn’t. We had to take another bus. I realized that I didn’t have my phone when I got into the next bus. And when I realized that the phone was not in my pocket, I knew I had lost it. No point in searching everywhere, I was not gonna find it. My friend actually made me go to the bus and search there. I did, and obviously it was not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know which phone I will buy next, but I don’t see any other flip phone as good as that. But, I will not be buying another flip phone. Hmmm, and I don’t have an alarm no more. I gotta use the f****d up alarm clock that is there in the hotel room. It takes like five minutes to set the damn alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading “Atlas Shrugged”. Did not read in the past 2 months, just started reading from 4 days. I want to finish the book before I return India. Since I got to know that I have to stay here for one more month, I thought of reading. I have read Fountain Head, and this book seems so similar to that one. Maybe it is just Ayn Rand. Or maybe its just me. The theme is the same, it seems so far. But then, I have just begun the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like the work that I am doing here. However, I am not able to decide exactly what I want. This will not get me anywhere. I realize that. I have always waited for things to happen. That was because I didn’t care. I didn’t care what I would do, when I would do, and how I would do it. I still don’t, I think. When the moment came, I would do it the best way I can. But then if I don’t like what I am doing, then I should start thinking about changing that. I don’t like thinking this. I keep evading this as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling sleepy now, so will sleep while I can. Duh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-2131097722771727967?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/2131097722771727967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=2131097722771727967' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/2131097722771727967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/2131097722771727967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2007/10/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-6566222907366555209</id><published>2007-08-28T12:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:12:56.948+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Should I, or shouldn't I?</title><content type='html'>What do you do when you know that a person is lying? When you know that every sentence the person speaks is a lie? You know the person lies so much, that sometimes you don’t know if you can ever trust that person. What do you do when the person comes in late to a room, and you know where she was, and what she was doing, and yet, she says she was some place else, doing something else? Pretend that you don’t know what is happening? How long can you pretend? Should you just tell the person that you know the truth, and that she can stop lying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, what if the person was not lying? What if what you think has happened didn’t happen at all? How would you know for sure? Follow your gut feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of pretending. I just wish I could just tell it to her face and tell her that I know. It would be easy on her. And on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-6566222907366555209?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/6566222907366555209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=6566222907366555209' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/6566222907366555209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/6566222907366555209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2007/08/should-i-or-shouldnt-i.html' title='Should I, or shouldn&apos;t I?'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-2702356564510501743</id><published>2007-08-24T20:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:54:43.391+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Ok, I need help!</title><content type='html'>The problem is, blogger.com is displaying in Turkish! And I cannot read Turkish! How do I get the page in English? Like, for example, see the screenshot below. Hopefully I should be able to post the picture. Ugh! This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please tell me how I can do this! Please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will look into it on Monday when I reach office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can't post the screenshot, coz I cant follow directions in Turkish :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-2702356564510501743?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/2702356564510501743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=2702356564510501743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/2702356564510501743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/2702356564510501743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2007/08/ok-i-need-help.html' title='Ok, I need help!'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-1374316220683918287</id><published>2007-08-20T18:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:54:43.391+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Say what?</title><content type='html'>I want to write so many things, I don’t know where to start! I am in Turkey! Yeah, that’s right, Turkey! First time away from my family, first time I got out of India, first time will be staying alone for so many days! So many first times. This is so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traveled alone. And I managed it, I’m happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in Turkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Crap!!&lt;br /&gt;                                                          &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I am still not over it! I don’t know how long it will take even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it has been a week since I landed here, and everything has been going great. But everyone here (who is from India and working here, like me) crib a lot. They crib about everything... the heat (it’s really hot!), the food (tough for veggies), and staying in this place. For me, it’s been fine (maybe coz I just got here). I just miss my morning coffee! Food is a little tough, but I like bread, so I can manage with anything. I just don’t see the point of cribbing so much. The effect of all this cribbing may eventually make me start cribbing too. I mean, I like this place now, but I am afraid I may start hating everything about it, if I hear that everyone hates it. Hmmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are long here. That will need some getting used to. It would be 8 in the night and still bright, like 5 in the evening in Bangalore! One night, around 10 my friends and I walked around for almost half an hour. That’s the time when it is cool. That was so good though, if I were to be in India, my mom would have freaked if I walked out the house at that time! Now she does not know :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-1374316220683918287?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/1374316220683918287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=1374316220683918287' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/1374316220683918287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/1374316220683918287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2007/08/say-what.html' title='Say what?'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-2427501018907980766</id><published>2007-07-30T22:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:54:24.861+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><title type='text'>The stupid things I do in a week - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lose/Forget my passwords(and everything important) &lt;/strong&gt;Till last week, I used to download all my mails to my computer using outlook mails. Outlook mail is very useful when one has many mail ids. (like me). Don’t ask why I have many though. So the good part is that I can read all my mails at once, without having to enter the password again and again. AND all the mails are read from the same place. If one wants to read the mail again, you don’t have to open the mail, which saves time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this outlook mail can be used for many things. For saving some important mails, for saving passwords, writing blogs, saving links, and whatever jazz is required. This is extremely useful when many people use the same computer and things have to be saved. (Like links to blogs – useful coz people at home don’t know about the existence of your blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s the stupid thing I did? Yeah, a week back, my dad called a guy to add extra disk drives. So what does this guy do? He decides to clean up all the other drives present. He asked my sister who was at home if he can do it. My sister asks me if any backup is required. I said no, coz none of my things are present in c drive. My sister gave the OK, and he cleaned it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come home, and try to open outlook, which I can’t. The user itself is deleted!!! So every bloody thing that I saved is lost. It is still lost by the way. I tried looking for the backup files. But none are available. You get backup files only if you save it. (Duh!!) And since it was not saved, it’s all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn stupid. I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-2427501018907980766?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/2427501018907980766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=2427501018907980766' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/2427501018907980766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/2427501018907980766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2007/07/stupid-things-i-do-in-week-part-2.html' title='The stupid things I do in a week - Part 2'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-381532729879779958</id><published>2007-07-28T19:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:57:48.702+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><title type='text'>The stupid things I do in a week</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lose my Form 16.&lt;/strong&gt; Wow! This was so stupid, that I don’t even know where to begin! For you to really understand how I can lose it, I must start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my Form 16, and I got it home safely, without even a small fold in the papers. I keep it in the table, where all the newspapers and other papers are kept. I tell dad that I have got my form 16, and he gives a very long lecture on how to save money, and blah blah, things I really don’t wanna listen to at 10 in the night. And then, I go to bed and have a very nice sleep, completely forgetting the form16 which is lying with all the newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days go by, and I am in blissful ignorance that we are required to submit the form 16 along with some other papers before july 31st. I get mails in the office which tells me all the papers that I need. And Form 16 is one of them. No worries. I don’t have to do anything since I don’t have to pay any tax. Right? WRONG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently you HAVE to do it. You don’t really have a choice. Just do it. Ugh. So anyways, I go home, ask mom and dad where my form 16 is. Mom said it is with dad, and dad said it is with me, and someone said it’s with someone else. Oh whatever. No one had it. That’s the point. So no one has it. Mom said “You must have lost it”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, someone who has not lost even a single eraser lost something so important? (The only other thing that I remember losing is my hall ticket during engineering. Maybe that will be a whole different post. But other than these two things, I have not lost anything I don’t lose things. I can’t be SO irresponsible! Strange that I should lose ONLY important things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I search for the Form 16 for 4 whole days, looking through every single piece of paper in the house. I even found my dad’s form 16, all neatly filed. When I found dad’s file, I was so furious. Could he not tell me that it is important? I would have kept it safely then. I know it’s a lame excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, after 4 days, my mom found it! Yay!! What a relief. But I still can’t get over the fact that I was so stupid. I am pretty sure that I will not lose anything like this ever again. I better be sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I am too lazy to type all the stupid things I do. ( I have many. Hmmm, maybe I can start a tag. *evil laughter* Maybe I will do that someday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I dont know what the hell is wrong with my internet connection. Every ten mins I get disconnected! What the hell? I don't know if some setting changed, or if there is some issue with the connection itself. VERY annoying!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-381532729879779958?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/381532729879779958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=381532729879779958' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/381532729879779958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/381532729879779958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2007/07/stupid-things-i-do-in-week.html' title='The stupid things I do in a week'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-643100252484256616</id><published>2007-06-10T19:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:14:20.996+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Zilch</title><content type='html'>Yesterday someone asked me what I am obsessed about. And I could think of nothing! I don't know if it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have anything that I am obsessed about. I mean, I can't think of anything! Sometimes I wonder how I can be so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-emotional? Everyone has something that they need to do, or have. Like, drinking coffee, watching a tennis match, any sport for that matter or some particular food that they like to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; get me wrong, I like things. But the point is that I would not mind not having these things. I like drinking coffee in the morning as soon as I get up. But even if it is not there, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. I can go on for days without coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that since my childhood, I didn't want anything. My mom would be so happy if I asked her to make something to eat, and she would make it too. She always says that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; ask for anything. I never asked for clothes, never asked for chocolates(but would get it when my sister goes out and buys) , nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days back, a colleague asked what I want to do before I die. I thought for a few moments, when I realised that I had nothing. And, I said - nothing. So he asked if I wanted to do something that I have not done before, but want to do. Again, nothing. How can I be like this? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have any thing that I want to achieve, nothing that I am striving for, no ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know so many people who want to do so many things, and I am jealous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; they know what to do. Its all clear in their heads about what they want to become. And so, they can do everything that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; possible to get that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking for the past days about something I want to do. Bungee jumping. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; it. Wow, I will jump off a cliff with just a rope to protect me from falling over and dying. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what my life is. Zilch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-643100252484256616?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/643100252484256616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=643100252484256616' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/643100252484256616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/643100252484256616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2007/06/zilch.html' title='Zilch'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-116875216846374330</id><published>2007-01-14T10:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:56:55.094+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Guru</title><content type='html'>The story of a boy who fails his exams. The boy who goes out of his village on his own for his first job. The boy who quits his job because he wants to make his own business. The story of how his father told him not to dream, but he did. The boy who would do anything (either by hook or by crook), so that he becomes successful. The story of the boy who wants his company to be the biggest in the country, and then the world. The boy is Guru Kant Desai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Guru is Abhishek Bachchan. Who is just brilliant in the movie! Who knew he could act that well!! His wife is Aishwarya Rai, who, in the movie, loves to dance. She dances when it rains, when she leaves her husband, when her husband comes to get her. She just dances. God knows why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing good about the movie though, except Abhishek, and one song. There were some stupid songs that should not have been there in the first place. Suddenly a song would start, which completely bored me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no point of telling the story here, if anyone wants to know the story, they might as well watch the movie. For me though, the ending was a disappointment. Perhaps, the director forgot what the movie was all about. Or maybe, he forgot the others in the movie, except for Abhishek. The ending makes no sense at all to me. The second half of the movie aimed at telling something, but it finally becomes something else. Or maybe, that was how I interpreted it. If it was a good movie, everything must have been clear in the end. But it was not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Abhishek was great. Need I say that again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-116875216846374330?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/116875216846374330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=116875216846374330' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/116875216846374330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/116875216846374330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2007/01/guru.html' title='Guru'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-116862464925139748</id><published>2007-01-12T23:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:54:41.503+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV shows'/><title type='text'>The case of the lost earring</title><content type='html'>One of my colleagues (lets call her "A") lost one of her earring yesterday morning. She said she saw it five mins back. And thus the hunt for the earring began. First to find out where she went in those 5 mins (which is a tough job considering her memory power), and then going to those places, looking everywhere for that damn earring. We both searched for 10 mins, but we didn’t find it. Not even a trace if it &lt;em&gt;(I don’t know what "trace", it just sounded so good while writing).&lt;/em&gt; So we gave up, she telling me stories of how she keeps losing her earrings, and never finding it, and me making sympathetic noises here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we met two other girls ("E" and "M"). E told A, that she would help her find the earring. I told "There is no point in looking for it. It will not be there anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So E said, "You have to be more optimistic.” Then she turns and looks at A, and tells her "Come lets look for it". I said, "You won't find it, why waste time on something that you are SO sure of not finding?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E just looks at me, and pulls A to hunt for the earring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was sitting with M, in her cubicle, wondering when these two girls will come back. I was SO sure that they would not find it. I just didn’t get the reason why they would want to go and search for it anyways. I was just waiting for them, so that I could tell them how wrong they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After 15 mins, they come back. I see E first. I look at her, grinning, I ask, "did you find it?” E says, "No". To which I say happily, "See, I told you that you wont find it. You could have used this 15 mins to do something productive". I said some other things too, stuff I don't remember anymore. But I am sure I spoke for atleast a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, A comes, and she is weirdly looking at me, shaking her face left and right. "God", I thought, "she must be having a convolution, or something". And then, I saw it! The missing earring! Gosh, did I see it right, or am I just imagining it? No, there it was! In her ear, shining away, and probably laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked. E tells, “hahahaha, so much for your being ‘so sure’! “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, mockery! Is that what I have to listen to now? Oh well, I probably deserved it anyway. If only there was a way where one could dig a hole, and then get buried in it, I would have dug a hole and put E and A in it, and buried them there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even know what happened for 5 minutes after that, coz I was so lost, and confused. Why, oh why could the earring NOT be found!! Why did she have to find it! Could I not have one guilty pleasure? Pleasure of me being right? For once? And then, I started to get angry. At E for laughing, and at A for finding the damn thing. I don’t even know who found it, or where it was found, or how it escaped my eyes in the beginning. Coz I didn’t hear anything else for 5 mins. Those 5 mins were lost on me. Like, memory loss, or some shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh well. Things happen, right? RIGHT!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-116862464925139748?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/116862464925139748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=116862464925139748' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/116862464925139748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/116862464925139748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2007/01/case-of-lost-earring.html' title='The case of the lost earring'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-116843970624516992</id><published>2007-01-10T20:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:15:02.912+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why is it that I am so confused all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so easily convinced when someone says something?&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t I have an opinion of my own?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I bother about what other people think about me (or what I do)? Why don’t I feel strongly about most of the issues (that others do)? Why don’t I feel strongly about anything?&lt;br /&gt;If I know that I should do something, why don’t I do it (and not wonder if I should do it)?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I don’t know what’s happening around the world? Why don’t I care about it? Or anything?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I stand for what I believe in? Do I even know &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; I believe in?&lt;br /&gt;If I like to blog, why don’t I blog more often?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I come up with a better title for this blog? (Why does it even bother me!?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-116843970624516992?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/116843970624516992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=116843970624516992' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/116843970624516992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/116843970624516992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2007/01/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-116687459777495689</id><published>2006-12-23T17:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:15:02.913+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>No, unfortunately, they don't give us holidays in office. One thing I miss from college, this is. Atleast one month between semesters, or sometimes even 2 months. Not that I made use of those holidays. I used to get bored in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I had to take 4 days leave from office, from which I have got 10 days of holidays! Yay! I am going out of station tomorrow. I know I will get bored where ever it is I am going (I know where I am going btw ). So I brought books with me to read. Its been a long time since I read like how I used to read before. Whole day I would just read a book, coz I had to finish it before I could sleep. And everyone around me would get bugged coz I owuld be trying to ignore them as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the point is, I will not be bloggin for a week. Maybe if I get my hands on a computer, I will blog. I will really miss my computer the most. Gosh, a week without a computer. I hope I don't go mad. But the change will be good anyway from office, so its a good thing. So see you all next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merry christmas people, and have a blast at the new year. Happy new year!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-116687459777495689?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/116687459777495689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=116687459777495689' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/116687459777495689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/116687459777495689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-116653836298744126</id><published>2006-12-19T19:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:54:41.504+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV shows'/><title type='text'>The ride to office</title><content type='html'>So I am on my way to work on the bus, right? So we are all sitting in the bus, happily chatting away, when we realize that there is a stop, which the driver almost missed. (Missed coz he’s a new driver, who is dumb, and will never remember when to stop and where)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we yell at the driver, “stop at the left”. And this driver just sweeps to the left, without even looking who is there behind the bus. And uh oh, there was a car (who was trying to overtake from the left, idiotic guy). But luckily, nothing happened. And there was NO crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it does not end here. What happens is, the car then goes ahead of the bus, and stops right in front of the bus. Driver applies sudden brake. We stop. And this furious lady comes out of the car, gets into the bus, and starts yelling at the poor driver. Now this driver is a young, lean (and I might add, small) guy. And he does not say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets better. Then, the lady’s husband (probably, I am just guessing here) comes near the driver’s window (which was unfortunately open) and holds the driver from the collar. He almost pulls him out of the window! (Damn funny it might have been, provided I was not so shocked (And confused!) about what was happening). And then he just leaves. Just leaves!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the (bus) driver also, calmly moves ahead. I mean, no reaction from the driver at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I don’t understand is, why those people from the car got so pissed! It didn’t even touch the car. But then, I don’t know how close it was to the car either. Whatever it was, too much of road rash these days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-116653836298744126?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/116653836298744126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=116653836298744126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/116653836298744126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/116653836298744126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/12/ride-to-office.html' title='The ride to office'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-116635098795713109</id><published>2006-12-17T15:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:15:42.091+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>Yo!</title><content type='html'>This weekend is so weird. I’ve done nothing, and I feel so good (because of the fact that I’ve done nothing? Who knows! ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My driver’s license is expiring tomorrow. The learner’s license, that is. And by the way, I still have not learned how to drive. I will be wasting 100 bucks because of that. What will be better is, if I don't get it renewed at all. There is no point anyway. I haven't touched the car in something like 3 months. I am petrified of driving, and I don't know why! I mean, I can drive the two wheeler, and I can rip in it, like there is no tomorrow. But I can't sit and drive a car, so strange! And also so irritating, damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole of saturday was spent listening to music, and now, sunday again, I am doing nothing. I can watch a movie or something. Should go and see what's on TV today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I didn't eat ice cream yesterday. All coz others change their mind so easily, sigh! When I don't want to eat something, I will get it, and if I make up my mind to eat something, I won't get it. Why! Why why why! So many questions, and no answers. Who needs answers anyway. We all know that there are no answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-116635098795713109?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/116635098795713109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=116635098795713109' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/116635098795713109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/116635098795713109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/12/yo.html' title='Yo!'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-116627820520621040</id><published>2006-12-16T19:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:21:05.309+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>FadedLights</title><content type='html'>Hehe, I was just reading all my old blog posts (don’t ask me why :D)and damn, I was laughing at the things I wrote. And then I started reading all the comments, and I could not stop laughing. Nice way to spend a Saturday afternoon, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I used to be in so much of trouble. And how I was in college. All the pranks, and my phone getting confiscated by the principal. Damn funny it was. The best part is that I was so annoyed by everything, that I actually wrote all that. I’ve become wayyy to serious now. Didn’t even realize it, till I read what I wrote. Damn it. I thought I would not like reading my old posts, coz earlier I used to write a diary (not anymore), and once I read what I wrote in that diary, and I was so messed up for the rest of the day!. But this was good. I really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I thought about then, was how to write internals, and how  to study, when to study. All that shit. Wow. How and what have I become now. Even though all I wrote was “random crap” I didn’t give a damn. (and now I do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things never change though. I still like Amsterdam (no explaining on this). I am still a veggie. I still forget things. And I am still lazy. (In fact, I am more lazy than ever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I remember that all silly things used to bother me, like moving the computer away from my room, and things like that. It still does. But now, I think too much about it. Then, I used to get irritated, and think how to make things right. And now, I just give up. Will have to go back to doing what I was doing. Gosh! I used to be so silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, half of this wont make sense. Its not supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna go eat ice cream now. Hot chocolate fudge, here I come. This is your last day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-116627820520621040?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/116627820520621040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=116627820520621040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/116627820520621040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/116627820520621040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/12/fadedlights.html' title='FadedLights'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-116585496139368867</id><published>2006-12-11T22:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:21:05.309+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Chasing bikes.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I’ve been away for too long. Don’t ask me what I was up to, coz I don’t know myself. Well, actually I do. But then, come on! Its been like, so long since I’ve even blogged, that I had forgotten how much I liked to blog. I just don’t remember what all I was doing. Not that you are interested anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Suddenly I realized that it has been more than a year since I got this blog. Also, that I have not even opened my blog in such a long time. A comment to my blog, which landed in my mailbox, got me to realize that yeah, there is this blog of mine. And that I should write something. How much I’ve changed since a year!  And it’s been so long since I got the job. Been so long since I started working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is good, so much better than college. I’m tired of the same question asked by so many people. “How is work? Liked college, or work”. I mean, c’mon. Where is the comparison? Two different things, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part though, about working, is that you get paid. Money does not seem important to me, not now anyways. So you get to do stuff that you would not do, if you had to ask your parents for money. I would never be able to even ask for money from parents, not for bowling anyway! I went bowling twice. And it was so much fun. If you have not bowled, go do it. With lots of people. And make lots of noise too. And bug everyone around you. Ok, so that is not really easy to do. And writing that sentence does not mean that I bug everyone around me. I also got a new phone, went go-karting! Stuff that I never did when I was in college, for whatever reasons. I still am the first person to reach a place, and I still end up waiting for others. Sigh! Some things never change, now do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the question remains, if I will continue writing, or if this will be the last post for maybe 3 months. Or 4. Who knows? And who cares. And who reads this thing now! I’m surprised! Suddenly, I am full of enthusiasm to write, but I have had this enthusiasm before, and I didn’t write. I don’t even remember what stupid reason it was coz of which I stopped writing. I was even considering getting a new blog and writing something there, coz everything is new. So get a new blog too, yeah? But I was too lazy to get something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to shift my room. Coz my stupid sister didn’t have enough light to study in her room? So now, my sister stays in my beautiful room, and I stay in her horrible room. Gosh, I can’t believe I am still not over my room. It’s been 2 weeks already! But my old room! Sigh! The walls, the windows, the view, looking out of the window early in the morning, the place where I charged my phone, the place where I kept my bag. All gone. I’m getting my good old room in 6 months though. Which is a good thing. But by then, I would have gotten used to the room that I am in now, and I will hate moving again! Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right. I guess that is enough for the day. If I don’t stop now, I would go on writing, and never stop. That always happens to me. Either I have lots to write, or I have nothing to write. So what’s good though? Writing lots, or nothing? Another question! When will the questions end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. the title is called chasing bikes, coz I can name it whatever I want. It’s my wish, you know? BTW, "chasing cars" is an awesome song. Search for it, and listen to it. Now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-116585496139368867?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/116585496139368867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=116585496139368867' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/116585496139368867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/116585496139368867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/12/chasing-bikes.html' title='Chasing bikes.'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-115997337638237622</id><published>2006-10-04T20:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:21:37.807+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>And everything stops because…</title><content type='html'>There is nothing to do this day. There are no shops open, no movies shown in theaters, no cable on TV (nothing except Kannada channels), and no public transport. People will probably start pelting stones if anyone goes out anyways.  And all this, because of some dumb bandh.  Something that we all are made to follow whether we like it or not. Because we don’t have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the whole point of it (the bandh) anyway? I am just sitting here doing nothing at all. Even the Internet connection is bad. It keeps switching off every five minutes. Why stop at cable, and public transport? Cut even the phone connection. Cut the Internet. Cut the electricity. Cut off everything. That would make so much of sense. Then we can all sit like prisoners in our own houses and do nothing. Then you would be happy, won’t you?  Of course you will! That must be the whole point of your sad existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Most of my friends don't even know why the bandh is even being called. It’s all crap. In this age we are forced to sit in our own houses and do nothing. Ugh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am extremely bored. I really have nothing to do. I just finished a book called Schindler’s list. (Need to watch the movie now.) It’s really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post I had written somewhere around noon. I could not post it; coz when I wanted to post it the net was not connecting. Hence I did some other stuff, umm, like eating! And then, I thought I could sleep for an hour or so, and later think of something to do. But! But, but, but I slept for a damn five hours!! I cannot believe it. I am sure that I cannot sleep tonight after sleeping so much. And so now I am wondering what to do the whole night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of this whole thing, I will be sleepy in the morning when I am expected to work! Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why I got up was coz my mom came to my room wondering what I was up to. She saw me sleeping and started yelling at me. And then I got up. And my eyes went towards the window. And it was dark. I was wondering why she is waking me so early in the morning. I looked at the watch. It was 7:30. This day sucked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-115997337638237622?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/115997337638237622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=115997337638237622' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/115997337638237622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/115997337638237622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-everything-stops-because.html' title='And everything stops because…'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-115695447447397812</id><published>2006-08-30T21:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:21:37.807+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>listen up! part 2</title><content type='html'>I just recently got my eyes checked and the power has increased. Looks like I will be wearing glasses for even longer that I thought. Don’t know if that is a good thing or not. Yeah, I know nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could write something intelligent. Something that would make the whole world stop and read what I wrote. Yeah, that would be great. Unfortunately, my vocabulary is filled with words like “great” and “awesome”, and that won’t really help. Someone actually told me that I saw “awesome” a lot. And “you freak me out”. I say that a lot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, sometimes I think its better if one does not become popular, and sometimes I think its better if someone becomes popular. I mean, both of them have good points. If you are popular, people will actually want to know what you are thinking, and what you are doing, or whatever it is that you do. But then, if you are not popular, you have your privacy, and you can write whatever shit you want, and no one will bother you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should sit and write a book one day, and fill it with crap. Just to see who would buy it. What would eventually happen is that I would buy all the books, or make someone buy it forcefully. I would go out on the streets with a gun (I can shoot. Muahahaha) and tell people to buy my book. That would be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember reading a blog long time back. A guy wrote it, and it was supposedly (according to him) the most boring blog ever written. I don’t have the blog address anymore. But the blog had posts like “I saw a pencil today. I picked it up”. That’s it. The whole post had just one line. And it was so damn funny. Yeah it seems boring, but it tells a lot doesn’t it? Yeah, so why I said about the blog is that if I found a book with such things written in it, I would go and buy it. Nice way to spend an afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just so bored, that I am just typing whatever comes to my mind. Which reminds me. I suck at typing. Damn, after typing for more than 4 years (atleast), I still need to look at the keyboard to type words that I don’t type normally. Yeah, that makes no sense. Let me give an example. The word “yeah”. I use that so much, that I don’t need to look at the keyboard while typing it. But the word “messenger”, I need to look at the keyboard, else there will be some damn typo. Which I always seem to make. Which always sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-115695447447397812?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/115695447447397812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=115695447447397812' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/115695447447397812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/115695447447397812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/08/listen-up-part-2.html' title='listen up! part 2'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-115695309270952431</id><published>2006-08-30T21:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:21:37.807+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>listen up!</title><content type='html'>It’s been so long since I wrote something here. Almost 2 months (or more. Who's keeping count? NOT you!). That is, excluding all the tags. That can’t be considered a post, right? I don’t know why exactly I haven’t been writing, and I don’t even want to dwell on that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its not that I had a blogger’s block, or that I didn’t have time to write. Hell, I’ve had loads of time to write. So, was I lazy? I think not. Oh, right. I’m not going to dwell on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So work has started, and right now, I am undergoing training. It’s just like sitting in college, except that I am being paid, and I actually have to learn something. Till now, in college I used to just study for the exams, and not really knowing what I was studying I used to write my exams. Some change, this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so training is fun. And from my first salary, I got some stuff for my parents and sister. Nothing for myself. Suddenly, I just don’t need anything. I thought so much what to buy for myself, and I could not even think of anything to buy. Which seems to be a good thing. I know people who have 5 bucks in their account. I don’t know which is better, not knowing what to do with money, or knowing what to do with it, and spend all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my mom a sari, which I must say was the toughest thing ever to buy. It was also the biggest disaster. (Ugh, another thing not to dwell on. The list just grows.) I am a person who hates shopping. I would love it if someone brought me stuff that I need, and not having to shop for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am having a huge desire to buy an iPOD. I saw one of my friend’s ipod, and it just looks great. I mean the feel of the thing, man, its just awesome. I am just stopping myself from buying it. Because I know that if I buy it, I will regret it later. But what if I regret later for not buying the iPOD when I could. Ugh. Confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my friends have moved on to other places. Not that I have many friends, but the few of them that I had are not in Bangalore anymore. It’s going to get boring in the weeks to come. Just today one of them is leaving to another city. Weird thing is that all the people I know are in different places of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what made me write all of this(I know its crap), but I was reading a blog, and lets just say that I got inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-115695309270952431?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/115695309270952431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=115695309270952431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/115695309270952431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/115695309270952431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/08/listen-up.html' title='listen up!'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-115555809242637180</id><published>2006-08-14T17:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:22:10.715+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My Accent:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Indian. Duh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Booze&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Yeah, please gimme some.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chore I Hate&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;em&gt; Ugh. Cooking! Just hate it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dog or Cat&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;em&gt; Dogs hate me, and I hate dogs. So I guess it is cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essential Electronics&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Cell phone, computer, pen drive, tv, music player, microwave (even though I don't cook).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfumes&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;None .. I'm allergic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gold or Silver&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Silver. Anyway, old is gold... So new is silver?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;What exactly am I supposed to write here? Yeah, I stay in a home. Whatever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insomnia&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Hmmm, I sleep early, but get up in the middle of the night. And then I can't go back to sleep for 2 or 3 hours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job Title:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Software engineer (wheeee!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living Arrangements&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Again, no clue what to write. What kind of a question is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most Admirable Traits&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number of Sexual Partners:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number of times in hospital:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Once. No, twice. Ugh, ok, ok many times. I've an aunt who's a doctor. hehe.. so I've visited her there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phobias:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Insects. And anything that flies. (except aeroplanes. Haha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; blah blah ... Don't want to bore you. You're lucky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Religion:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I don't believe in this. So, no comments. Though that was a comment in itself. Don't worry if it didn't make sense. Its not supposed to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siblings:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;A sister.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time I Wake Up:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Depends. Weekdays 7:10. Weekends no time. Whenever I wake up. NO fixed time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unusual Talent or Skill&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Can sleep with eyes open. Can pretend to listen when I am not really listening. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vegetable I Love&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;I hate vegetables. So, none.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst Habit&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;em&gt; I never do what I am supposed to be doing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X-Rays, Last time&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;6 years ago. Now, what did you gain by knowing this anyway?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yummy Food I Make&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Does coffee count? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zodiac Sign:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Cancer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from &lt;a href="http://-dazed-and-confused-.blogspot.com/"&gt;killer's&lt;/a&gt; blog. Even though I was not tagged, I did it. No, I don't know why. And you all are really lucky people, coz you are NOT tagged. I plan on writing and writing until I stop making sense. To myself. I guess that's already established, so now I am gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you still reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-115555809242637180?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/115555809242637180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=115555809242637180' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/115555809242637180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/115555809242637180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/08/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-115453704523008604</id><published>2006-08-02T22:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:22:48.016+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bliss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>The list</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bold&lt;/strong&gt; the ones you did&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt; the ones you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Star(*)? why a star? why not a question mark(?), or a comma(,), or a dollar($) ? Yeah, I've lost my mind. So?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink&lt;br /&gt;02. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;03. Climbed a mountain &lt;em&gt;(I might have, don't know if what I climbed was a mountain, or a hill)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive*&lt;br /&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid*&lt;br /&gt;06. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;br /&gt;08. Said 'I love you' and meant it&lt;br /&gt;09. &lt;strong&gt;Hugged a tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bungee jumped* &lt;em&gt;(I SO wanna do this one, but I know I won't. Will probably freak when I actually have to jump)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;11. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea*&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;15. Gone to a huge sports game*&lt;br /&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;18. Touched an iceberg*&lt;br /&gt;19. Slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;20. Changed a baby's diaper&lt;br /&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;22.&lt;strong&gt; Watched a meteor shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;br /&gt;24. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.&lt;strong&gt; Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(oh man, always! ALWAYS at the wrong moment. And I always get caught. Damn!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Had a food fight&lt;br /&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;29. Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;30. Had a snowball fight&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;strong&gt;Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;strong&gt;Seen a total eclipse &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;35. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;br /&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;br /&gt;38.&lt;strong&gt; Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;br /&gt;40. Visited all 10 provinces&lt;br /&gt;41. Taken care of someone who was drunk&lt;br /&gt;42.&lt;strong&gt; Had amazing friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;44. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;45. Stolen a sign&lt;br /&gt;46. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;47. Taken a road-trip&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;49. Midnight walk on the beach*&lt;br /&gt;50. Gone sky diving *&lt;br /&gt;51. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;52. Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love&lt;br /&gt;53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them&lt;br /&gt;54. Visited Japan&lt;br /&gt;55. Milked a cow &lt;em&gt;(almost did. But I freaked when I got close to the cow. Was thinking it would kick me anytime... hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;56.&lt;strong&gt; Alphabetized your cds&lt;/strong&gt; (cassettes)&lt;br /&gt;57. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;br /&gt;58. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;59. &lt;strong&gt;Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;br /&gt;61. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;62. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;strong&gt;Played in the mud &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;strong&gt;Played in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited the Great Wall of China *&lt;br /&gt;67. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;69. Toured ancient sites*&lt;br /&gt;70. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;71. Played D&amp;amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;72. Gotten married&lt;br /&gt;73. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;74. Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;75. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;76. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;77. Made cookies from scratch&lt;br /&gt;78. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;79. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;80. Gotten a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;81. Rafted the Snake River&lt;br /&gt;82. Been on television news programs as an "expert"&lt;br /&gt;83. Got flowers for no reason*&lt;br /&gt;84. Performed on stage&lt;br /&gt;85. Been to Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;86. Recorded music&lt;br /&gt;87. Eaten shark&lt;br /&gt;88. Had a one-night stand&lt;br /&gt;89. Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;90. Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;91. Been in a combat zone*&lt;br /&gt;92. Buried one of your parents&lt;br /&gt;93. Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;strong&gt;Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Performed in Rocky Horror.&lt;br /&gt;96. Raised children.&lt;br /&gt;97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour*&lt;br /&gt;98. Created and named your own constellation of stars&lt;br /&gt;99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;102.&lt;strong&gt; Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;104. Survived an illness that you shouldn't have survived&lt;br /&gt;105. Wrote article for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;106. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;107. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;br /&gt;108. Piloted an airplane*&lt;br /&gt;109. Petted a stingray&lt;br /&gt;110. Broken someone's heart&lt;br /&gt;111. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;112. Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;113. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;br /&gt;115. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced&lt;br /&gt;116.&lt;strong&gt; Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(great fun! Muahahhaha!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;br /&gt;118. Ridden a horse&lt;br /&gt;119. Had major surgery&lt;br /&gt;120. Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon*&lt;br /&gt;122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;br /&gt;123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;br /&gt;124. Visited all 7 continents*&lt;br /&gt;125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;126. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;127. Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;128. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;129.&lt;strong&gt; Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130. Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;131. Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;132. Petted a cockroach&lt;em&gt; (ugh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;133. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;134. Read The Iliad - and the Odyssey&lt;br /&gt;135. Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read &lt;em&gt;(Oh well, never missed an "important" author in school. I loved reading.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating &lt;em&gt;(Gross!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137. &lt;strong&gt;Skipped all your school reunions &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;br /&gt;139. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;140. Written your own computer language*&lt;em&gt; (If ONLY I had the brains! Sigh!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;141. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream&lt;br /&gt;142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;143. Built your own PC from parts*&lt;em&gt; (Again, brains come into the picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you&lt;br /&gt;145. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;146. Dyed your hair&lt;br /&gt;147. Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;148. Shaved your head&lt;br /&gt;149. Caused a car accident&lt;br /&gt;150. Saved someone's life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the things I have marked here, I probably won't be doing. Sad, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, got this from &lt;a href="http://greensatya.blogspot.com/2006/08/list.html"&gt;green&lt;/a&gt;'s blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-115453704523008604?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/115453704523008604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=115453704523008604' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/115453704523008604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/115453704523008604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/08/list.html' title='The list'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-115046460923098549</id><published>2006-06-16T18:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:23:12.529+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Savandurga</title><content type='html'>At 11:30 Wednesday night I got a message saying “how about going to savandurga tomorrow?” Without even knowing anything about the place, I said, “sure, I’ll come.” Then I got a reply telling me to be in college by 8:30 the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking what could this place be, so I messaged another friend who was gonna come to the place, “hey what kind of a place is savandurga.” She said, “just a small hilly area”. So I thought fine, it will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next morning (yesterday) I got up early, and reached college at 8:30. Sharp. And why was I not surprised not to see anyone else there! The next person to arrive came at 8:50. And slowly everyone started coming. By the time the last person arrived and we decided to leave, it was 10. Which was really late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had decided to go by bikes. On the way we stopped to take some food from a hotel. After taking all the food and water we went on. The road was ok, can’t really expect good roads. But the scenery was really beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached savandurga at 12:30. And what do I see? A small hilly area? Hell no!! It was like this huge mountain when I saw it. Gosh, it looked so huge. And we were supposed to climb that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I saw it, I got scared, thinking there is no way I could climb all the way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started climbing it at 12:45. After 15 minutes I had enough. I was already out of breath, and my legs had started aching. After all, it had been ages since I even walked for more than 2 kms at a time. So I just sat at the rock, and told the others to go, and told them that I’ll take my own sweet time in climbing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I actually was happy to have just climbed so far. I would not have minded sitting there until they all climbed up and came back down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do they allow me to do what I want? NO! My friends were all encouraging me, and stuff. They were telling me that I had already climbed half (which was not true), and just half of the rock is still left to climb. So anyway, took 5 minutes of break, and started again. And after 15 minutes, again I had to just sit. My legs would not carry me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of them were already far ahead. Just 5 of us who were slow in climbing were together. We were encouraging each other to climb ahead. We went on, slowly. Half way through, there were remnants of a fort. Nothing was there, just the wall. Must have been a lookout at that time. The view from there was just amazing. The whole area was visible. We could make out where Bangalore was even though we were 60 kms away from it. There was also some river flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time, 3 of us had enough. I really could not even stand. My calf muscles were aching. We just sat there for some 10 minutes. I closed my eyes, and everything was just so dark. &lt;em&gt;I was so tired that I could just sleep there.&lt;/em&gt; It was so hot; the sun was beating right above us. Damn. So I asked my friend who was with us, and who had already climbed this before if we three could just stay here and the rest could climb up. He said that the return way was not this, and there is another easier way to go down, and that would be the way to go down. So we had to climb up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so lost, that we probably were not even thinking right. One of my friend said,” I wish I had powers like Spiderman, then I could just climb so easily.” So I said,” when you are wishing for something, you may as well wish to be Superman, then you could just fly all the way. Why even make an effort?” Blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this we were taking breaks every ten minutes or so. Finished all the water that we had. And finally after 2 hours, we reached the peak. And we got to know that the others had already reached there an hour ago. We then realized how slow we really were. We had our lunch there, looked around the place. The view was fantastic. You would think I could have pictures, but everyone seemed to have forgotten their cameras. So we just took a few pictures from the camera phones. Obviously its not gonna be very clear, but something is better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After half an hour, we started the way back down, and I find out that the way down is the same as we climbed up. I looked at that guy and started cursing him. And he said,” If I had told you that it was the same way, you would never had climbed up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So true. Glad he told that lie though. I would not have got the satisfaction of climbing up otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this dog on the peak. It would go ahead of us. Wait there, and when everyone crossed the dog, it would go even more ahead and wait for us there. It was really funny. One girl who was really scared of dogs kept telling the dog “Go. Go”. But the dog would just not go. It was showing us the way down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we reached the bottom in an hour. We could go down without any breaks, coz it is not as tiring as climbing up. After reaching down, we sat there in a sort of bench, and brought some cool drinks and drank that. We sat there for half an hour or so. And then it was time to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While coming back, I realized that I actually made it. I thought there was no way I could climb it, but I did. And I was happy. Totally enjoyed on the way back. The weather was also cool coz it had become evening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back home at 8:30, and I just slept, without dinner. I was so tired; I didn’t know what was happening around me. Today morning I got up at 8. So it was almost 12 hours of sleep!! And right now, I don’t want to move. Just want to be sitting in one place. My whole body is in pain. Even my nails are aching! (Don't ask me how I typed this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But will I climb something like that again? I have no clue, but I probably will. Even though the going was tough, after reaching the peak, it was just pure bliss. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-115046460923098549?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/115046460923098549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=115046460923098549' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/115046460923098549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/115046460923098549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/06/savandurga.html' title='Savandurga'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-115020251746474603</id><published>2006-06-13T18:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:28:55.301+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Ummm... time?</title><content type='html'>I’m spending a LOT of time on the computer. I played a lot of games that I have not played in almost 2 years. Didn’t even know it was still in the computer. I tried to remember all the games I used to like, and searched for it. And I played and I played. And right now, I am just bugged. Still have not played Age Of Empires though. Have no clue where that CD is! If I find that CD, then I’m sure mom is gonna take the computer, and throw it somewhere. I mean, I am totally obsessed with that game. If there is one game that I am obsessed about, it is AOE. Now, where &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; that CD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to play games online. Pool. It’s been forever since I played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff on the computer is browsing. Read all the blogs that I had to read - almost 3 times. Funny thing is that I read so many blogs that I didn’t even remember if I already read it. I see a link, and I think, ’oh, I have not read that blog today. Let me read that now.’ And I go to the blog and realize that I already read it today. Damn my memory!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this free time, and I got nothing to do. Will be reading few books. Still don’t know which books I will read. Wanna watch a few movies. Don’t know how many I will finally watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing is that when I had exams, I used to think that I would do this thing, or that thing. Now I don’t even remember what I wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting for this whole college thing to end. Now that it is over, I don’t know what to do. Its not like I hated college or anything. It changed my life, the way I thought. Almost everything. I made friends, which I hope I would keep in touch. Don’t know if that will happen eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in orkut for a while, and I saw few of my old classmates from school. Nice to hear what they were doing and such. But the thing is, if all these years (almost 6) I didn’t care enough to keep in touch with them, why talk to them now? Nothing has changed so drastically that would make me wanna know what they are doing. All the close friends that I had, I was in touch with them anyway. Yeah, we don’t meet, and talk as often as we thought we would, but we still speak, and meet whenever we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm going off on a tangent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[But there is NO point to this post anyway. So it does not really matter.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what to do now… Been listening to a lot of music while playing games. I didn’t even know I had so many songs. Now I have to sit and download some new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that’s enough for today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-115020251746474603?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/115020251746474603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=115020251746474603' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/115020251746474603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/115020251746474603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/06/ummm-time.html' title='Ummm... time?'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-114994039125188325</id><published>2006-06-10T17:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:28:10.334+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Cops!</title><content type='html'>So today I was on the road on my two-wheeler, happily riding away, when a cop stood right on my way on the road, and asked me to stop. And so I did. I stopped, and waited for him to ask what he wanted. I mean, there’s no reason to stop me right? So he comes to me after 2 minutes, during which he was catching other unsuspecting people on the road. He says, “Can I see your driving license?” In English! I was so shocked that he was actually speaking to me in English and not Kannada! I said sure, and showed my license. And then he said, “You can go now”! Again, in English!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was so different from the other experiences that I have had from cops in Bangalore. I’ve been caught three times, for the same reason of showing the license, the emission certificate, and once the guy checked even the insurance. All the three times, the cop was so rude, and so arrogant. They behaved as though I had committed some weird crime and I was getting some punishment for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was the 1st time a cop stopped me in almost 3 years. Looks like the cops have something against me or my vehicle, coz I know of friends who have not been stopped ever. And I was stopped four times! Atleast today he was not rude… still waste of my 3 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my bike is jinxed. Once I had parked it in the end of parking place. But just before the line that is drawn. The parking guy took a buck from me coz I parked there. I finished my work, and I come and see that my bike is missing. Sigh. I looked around, and no parking guy. He must have run off somewhere. Then some people around that place said that cops came and took my bike. Though I didn’t understand why exactly they took it, coz it was in the parking place, and not outside it. Screwed up people. So I had to go to the police station, pay 300 bucks and get back my bike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we have English-speaking cops. Great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-114994039125188325?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/114994039125188325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=114994039125188325' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114994039125188325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114994039125188325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/06/cops.html' title='Cops!'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-114970382382485249</id><published>2006-06-07T23:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:28:10.334+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Remember me?</title><content type='html'>I don’t know why, but I just can’t remember names. I had thought I could remember faces, if not names, but I guess that’s not true either. Like I found out yesterday. I was in a mall, and this girl comes up to me, all smiling. I thought, ‘maybe she’s smiling at someone behind me’. And then she comes to me, and says, “Recognize me?” I didn’t. And I had no clue what to say! The best I could come up with was, “ummm, no” and give her a stupid grin. Ridiculous, I know. Then she told me her name, and turns out she was my classmate in school. We went to school together for 2 whole years, and I didn’t even recognize her. Then we spoke for like a minute or something, and went on our ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after she went, one of my friends who was with me started laughing coz I said that I didn’t recognize her! I never know what to say with people I meet after such a long time. I mean, we have not kept in contact all these years coz we weren’t really the best of friends. What &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; you say? So how are you, what are you up to? That’s it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in the mall, with all my friends from college. We were celebrating the end of our exams. Promises to meet each other, once a month atleast. I had made these plans when I was in school too. Probably with the girl I met as well. I must have forgotten her name coz I was not really close with her, but still, I could have remembered her face right? But no!! Funny that she could recognize me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I don’t really have a contact with all the people from school. I just know what a bunch of people are doing right now. Rest of them, I have no clue. If I see them on the streets, I would probably not recognize them. And they would not recognize me either. In fact, I don’t even remember all of my classmates’ names from school, or from PUC. That just royally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over; don’t even ask how it was. Now I have so much time in my hands, I don’t even know what to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-114970382382485249?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/114970382382485249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=114970382382485249' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114970382382485249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114970382382485249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/06/remember-me.html' title='Remember me?'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-114861944824798941</id><published>2006-05-26T10:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:29:26.068+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'>Bye everybody!</title><content type='html'>No, I am not gonna stop blogging. But since my exams are coming up, I am off for 2 weeks. Well, less than 2 weeks. Yikes. I haven’t studied anything. What’s new?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. More than studying I seem to be doing everything else. So one day I decided that I’d get up early in the morning, like 5am, so atleast at that time I wont be bothered with the phone and the damn messages. So I put the alarm for 5 am, right? Alarm rings at 5, and I am just too damn sleepy. Let me just sleep for 10 more minutes. Snooze. 10 minutes later, alarm rings again. Still too sleepy. I decide to wake up at 5:40. Change the timings in the alarm, and go back to sleep. I must have been dreaming or something, coz damn, I was so sleepy. Anyway, alarm rings at 5:40. And do I wake up? No. Again change the alarm. This time to 6:10. Snooze. Snooze. Finally got up at 6:30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from 5 to 6:30, I neither studied, nor did I sleep properly. I woke up like 5 times in one and half hours. What’s the point? And when I woke up finally, I seemed to be so tired! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, and why the hell do I care how much others have studied? I send and receive so many messages, asking others if they finished this subject, that chapter, and whatever crap. Funny thing is, in a subject, I have still not decided what all to study. And when exactly will I study? Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap! Just 3 more days for the exam. I’m outta here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-114861944824798941?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/114861944824798941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=114861944824798941' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114861944824798941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114861944824798941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/05/bye-everybody.html' title='Bye everybody!'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-114787795524788336</id><published>2006-05-17T20:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:32:08.597+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>I love nature!</title><content type='html'>There was a hailstorm here! It was just so awesome... just wow. I'm normally a person, who likes to stay indoors when it rains, just don't like get wet. But today was different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, when it started raining, there was lots of wind. And I thought, oh, just another rainfall. And then, after sometime I started hearing noises like stones hitting the windowpane. And I realized then that it is ice! So I went out to the terrace, to see it fall. Though I was in shelter, as in, I was not getting wet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after sometime I saw that the whole area is full of ice. I mean, really, everything was so white, and it was so damn cold too. So I don’t know what happened to me, but I went out of that shelter, carrying an umbrella, coz I didn’t wanna get wet, to where it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I went is coz I wanted to take photos. It was like snow! So what if there is no snow in Bangalore, atleast we have something that looks like snow!!! Yeah, I know you all are thinking, so dumb, but I don’t care! Whoooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took photos, and then I collected some ice. This I have stored it in the freezer. Don’t know why I took it, but something made me to it. Oh, and when I was standing there collecting ice, my mom and dad came out as well, and started taking pictures! So weird! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sometime walking in the ice with the umbrella, I got bugged of it. Kept the umbrella, and was just walking in the ice. Damn it was cold. Duh! At that time though there was just a small drizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I actually went out and stood out when it was raining, and that too for so long. That is so unlike me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not like I have not seen hail before. I have. But today I was totally out of my mind!! I don’t know what came over me. If only there was more brightness, it would have been more fun. It was so dark, and there was no power as well. So we could just hear and feel the rain and ice fall down. But it was just so awesome! I’m so excited for no reason! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember doing all this even when I was a kid. God! I actually collected ice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here’s a picture I took. Not clear at all. Coz it was so damn dark.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the center, everything that is white, it the ice. Rest is the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1843/1600/ice%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1979/1843/320/ice%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-114787795524788336?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/114787795524788336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=114787795524788336' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114787795524788336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114787795524788336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-nature.html' title='I love nature!'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-114719310331563066</id><published>2006-05-09T22:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:34:14.143+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Boo!</title><content type='html'>Ughh what a day… I had my seminar for the project today, and I was sort of prepared for it (I can’t say that I was well prepared, you see? Coz I wasn’t). Anyway, since the seminar was in the afternoon, I had enough time in the morning to get prepared. So my whole batch decided to meet up in college and do the preparation together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go to college, with full enthusiasm, coz I was just waiting to give the seminar and get it over with. I reach college and see that they have put up the marks for the technical seminar, that we had given almost a month back. And I saw that I got a 43! FORTY-THREE! Wtf! This was out of 50. And I thought I had done well in the seminar? Then I see the marks of others and see that the highest is 50, and the lowest is somewhere around 40… so I am somewhere near the bottom. I’m so far down, that I don’t even know what ‘up’ is! Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This totally ruined my day, coz I saw that other people who didn’t even finish their seminar, coz they were stammering so much, have got 47s and 48s, and I am stuck in 43. Yeah. That’s 43. Four three. Ughh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was sitting in the lab of my dept, thinking why I got so less. And I got no answer. And this made me realize that I would probably get less in the seminar that I had to give today as well. So I lost all the enthusiasm to prepare for it. And when I went and gave the seminar too, I know I didn’t give my best there, coz I sort of knew that whatever I did, I would end up with something less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. As soon as the seminar got over, I just came back home. Switched on the computer, and had just started to read my mails, and started to browse, that it started raining. And obviously when it starts raining, the power HAS to go. Yeah, that’s a rule- the power has to go. Too bad you didn’t know. Atleast you know now right?  Be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since the power went, what could I do? Study? Naah… I decided to sit in the balcony and listen to music and watch the rainfall. And I was actually enjoying the rain. Yeah, you read that right! I ENJOYED the rain. Well, atleast for 15 minutes anyway. Oh well, so I was sitting there, and what was I thinking? Duh! The seminar marks. I’m just so bugged that I got so less. It is so damn discouraging. It would have been so better if they had not put up the marks at all. I must actually be really, really to get so less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when someone is thinking so much, you should NOT listen to songs that have lyrics like “I think I’m dumb, I think I’m dumb”.  So that was what I was listening to. Nirvana, and coldplay. But after listening to “dumb, I decided to listen to only coldplay. And today, I realized that I just love this song called “Amsterdam”. I mean, I didn’t realize it till now! Weird huh? And this song is there with me, since ever! It must be the rains or something, coz of which I liked it so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and lyrics are just awesome of Amsterdam…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And time is on your side now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-114719310331563066?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/114719310331563066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=114719310331563066' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114719310331563066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114719310331563066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/05/boo.html' title='Boo!'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-114657333483604261</id><published>2006-05-02T18:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:36:32.123+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Be a Vegetarian</title><content type='html'>I just watched this &lt;a href="http://www.meat.org/"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;  , and damn it. If you are some one who eats meat, and chicken, this is what you all are allowing to happen. Damn, I feel sick to even drink milk now. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-114657333483604261?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/114657333483604261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=114657333483604261' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114657333483604261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114657333483604261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/05/be-vegetarian.html' title='Be a Vegetarian'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-114657418526816520</id><published>2006-05-02T18:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:34:14.144+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>I Forgot!</title><content type='html'>So today morning I had to go to college. I was already running a little late, and was in a big hurry. So managed to eat whatever I could as fast as possible, and left home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, I realized that something was missing. Something was really different. I just could not tell what exactly it was. And it was really bugging me. And then. Realization dawned. I forgot to wear my glasses. Wtf! How the hell can I not realize if I am even wearing glasses or not. I don’t even wanna answer that question. Coz I don’t know the answer!! The main reason for wearing glasses is that I get a headache if I don’t wear it. And within some 3 hours or so, I got a headache. And as the day progressed, it just got worse. Damn it. I could not even go back home and get the glasses coz I had so much of work to do. There was no way I could waste my time in going back home and coming back to college just for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, almost everyone in my class was asking me, “What happened to your glasses”. And my pathetic answer was “I forgot”. This totally sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, if that was not enough, I forgot to get a book for a friend and a CD for my classmate. Seems like I am forgetting everything. I should get a book and write down everything in it. But as it is said, I’ll probably lose that book too!! Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m too lazy to write anymore. I’ve become too lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-114657418526816520?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/114657418526816520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=114657418526816520' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114657418526816520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114657418526816520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-forgot.html' title='I Forgot!'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-114536162405362322</id><published>2006-04-18T17:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:19:26.737+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Basic Instinct 2</title><content type='html'>Since we had only 2 classes today, we decided to watch this movie after one class. We bunked one class for the movie. So how was the movie? I found it boring. After 5 minutes, I wanted to get up and go. But I didn’t, coz I spent 50 bucks on it. Damn what a waste. The thing with the movie is I could totally predict what the ending would be. And this, after just watching it for half an hour or so. But I must say, there were a few moments when I thought I was wrong about the ending (but I was right, really!). And the ending - I’m not even going to say anything about it. Arggghhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon stone was really irritating. I have not watched basic instinct 1, or any other movies of hers. And she really annoyed me. I found her to be very unnatural. I have no idea what the guy’s name is. But he looked totally dumb and totally out of place. Horrible acting by these two people. Damn, why did I watch this movie. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing was that my classmate sitting next to me didn’t get the story, or the names of the people in the movie, and I was sitting and explaining the story to her. Even after the movie got over, she was totally confused as what happened. The story was pretty ordinary. I didn’t know what’s not to get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the movie got over, we got a treat in Pizza Hut by my classmate. That was the best part of the day. Pizza is just awesome. Nothing can beat that! Actually, if any of you have plans to watch this movie, go somewhere else and eat a pizza. Atleast you’ll fill your stomach and you’ll end up being happier. Hated the movie. Loved the pizza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-114536162405362322?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/114536162405362322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=114536162405362322' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114536162405362322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114536162405362322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/04/basic-instinct-2.html' title='Basic Instinct 2'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-114520643924191581</id><published>2006-04-16T22:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:34:14.144+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>The usual</title><content type='html'>I don’t know why exactly all my enthusiasm for blogging stopped. There was a time when I would log on to the internet just to check how many people read my blog. Just to check how long they stayed reading it. I was obsessed with writing something, obsessed with knowing who read my blog. And then, just like a snap, I just didn’t care. Now, I hardly check the counter and stuff like that. Its weird how I changed so much so fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have college tomorrow. I’m just bugged of college. Same old classrooms, same old teachers, and the same old classmates. It’s getting kind of boring. I’m just waiting for college to get over. I suppose it will soon. Maybe I’ll stop attending college in 2 weeks or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, right now I’m thinking that after college it wont be this boring. What I am scared of is that it’s probably going to get worse. I mean, I’m always like that. When I was 10 years old, I wanted to be 18. When I was 18, I wanted to be 21. When I was a kid, I wanted to be an adult. And now I want to be 6 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m supposed to be studying now. It’s been ages since I actually studied properly. I have loads to study, and I am still not in my senses. And damn, the weather is so nice, that I just wanna sleep. That’s all I have been doing the whole day today. Well, not the whole day. The whole afternoon. And then it rained again. Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But just so you know, I hate the rains. Then why yay!? Because it is better than the damn summer. Winter was better. Why didn't I like winter then?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a craving to eat ice cream (hehe). So I went with my sister and got my favourite ice cream- hot chocolate fudge with ice cream. And my sister took an ice cream called “death by chocolate”. Her choice was horrible. It had some choc cake, with vanilla ice cream with choc syrup or something in it. People would probably die after eating so much, maybe that’s why it is called so. She could barely finish it. And when she was halfway, she kept telling me that if she eats another spoon of that ice cream, she would probably puke. I think maybe that cake had gone bad. She says it’s supposed to taste that way. Whatever. It was just horrible, sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like watching some movie. Damn. And I gotta study now. I’m probably not gonna be sleeping this night coz I slept the whole afternoon. From 3:30 to 5:30 or some shit. What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I think of some nice title? This always irritates me. "The usual"?! ughhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-114520643924191581?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/114520643924191581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=114520643924191581' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114520643924191581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114520643924191581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/04/usual.html' title='The usual'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-114484846181535192</id><published>2006-04-12T18:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:35:42.658+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>And Rajkumar dies…</title><content type='html'>I don’t know what’s the big deal! He’s just a flimstar people, not god! I don’t get what’s the need for all this riots and stuff to happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had gone to write an exam today in a college, which is pretty far from the rest of Bangalore. By the time our exam got over, and we could leave the college it was almost 430 pm. I have no clue exactly when he died, but we got the news of his death by sms in our mobile phones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is my friend and me were getting excited coz of what was happening. You know, all the riots and stuff. I mean, there’s nothing to get scared of, right? What can they possibly do to a college bus? But some of the people in the bus were really scared, and they were ordering us to close the windows and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, we saw that most of the roads were blocked, probably coz something had already happened there, or maybe preventive measure. Who knows? So the college bus had to take a longer route to reach college. And which road does the driver take? Dr Rajkumar road. The whole road was empty. Nothing could happen in an empty road, right? Wrong. Four people blocked the road, and started yelling at the driver. The driver was yelling back at them. They kept on screaming at each other for 2 minutes. Finally they left, and then we also left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we moved on, we saw that there were huge posters of Rajkumar everywhere, with garlands and agarbathis and lots of people around. All the vans had his posters stuck, probably coz they didn’t wanna be hit by stones…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But everything was calm. Lots of policemen around. Nothing to get scared of. People’s mentality is such that we expect something to happen, and maybe we say something that is misunderstood by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I reached home safely. Oh, and I started blogging again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-114484846181535192?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/114484846181535192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=114484846181535192' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114484846181535192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114484846181535192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-rajkumar-dies.html' title='And Rajkumar dies…'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-114380619692749302</id><published>2006-03-31T17:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:34:14.144+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>‘THE’ presentation</title><content type='html'>It was good. It was really good (according to me anyways). I was actually thinking that I will be nervous and that I’ll forget half the things. But when I went and stood in front of the class, I was so calm and so cool, that I was thinking why I am not scared yet. Haha.. I was waiting to get nervous. But I didn’t, so it was just awesome. And people apparently understood what I was saying, so I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was really weird, because as far as I remember, I had stage fear. I could not stand in front of people and speak without stammering. But that day I didn’t even stammer once! So freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in 9th or 10th, I had to give a speech in the school assembly. I had prepared everything well. I don’t remember if I was nervous or anything. But I went there on the stage, looked into the paper, then looked at all the students waiting for me to say something. And I was just blank!(this with the paper in my hand) Then I said “good afternoon”. Thank god, no one laughed. It was 9 in the morning, you see? But after that good afternoon thing, everything was fine. I actually didn’t even realize that I had said something like that. It was only later that my classmates told me that I had made such a dumb mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, after that speech in school I was always apprehensive about making mistakes like that. But after this seminar of mine, I’ve become confident. Which is a good thing, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-114380619692749302?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/114380619692749302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=114380619692749302' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114380619692749302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114380619692749302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/03/presentation.html' title='‘THE’ presentation'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-114299968876043892</id><published>2006-03-22T09:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:26:48.559+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>That's it</title><content type='html'>Finally I wrote only 3 &lt;span &gt;subjects&lt;/span&gt;, even though I had prepared for the last one. There is this unwritten rule that you can’t write all the 4 subjects, so I had to follow it, you know? I know I will be regretting this later, when during the 3rd internals I will have no time to study coz I will be busy ‘preparing’ for the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, nothing much going on lately. I have been trying to finish my ppt, since god knows when, and its not getting completed. I mean, I sit in front of the computer, and the modem automatically switches on, and I am connected to the internet. And then I start reading blogs, or whatever. I have no idea how people can manage to work AND blog at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my ppt is almost over, though I am not really happy with some of the slides. Come to think of it, I will never be happy with the whole thing. Every time I see a slide I see a fault in it. My seminar is in 2 days, and my preparation is almost zero. Heck! The ppt is still not ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont be panicking today, or tomorrow. But on the day of the seminar, I know there will be butterflies in my stomach. I can almost feel it. Haha. I don’t want anything to go wrong that day. Looks like anything related to my seminar is jinxed. First, I could not do the topic that I wanted to do coz some other idiot wanted to do it. And then, 2 days back (during internals), because of a high voltage power that came through magically in the wires, caused a spark in the CPU. And because of this, the CPU was not getting switched on. It got fixed yesterday evening by 8 pm. And I tried to complete the ppt. But by 11 or something, I was just so damn sleepy, that I had to go to sleep. This was probably coz of the 5-hour sleep that I had in the past 3 or 4 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-114299968876043892?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/114299968876043892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=114299968876043892' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114299968876043892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114299968876043892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/03/thats-it.html' title='That&apos;s it'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-114222938616815133</id><published>2006-03-13T11:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:26:48.559+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Internals time yet again</title><content type='html'>Staring from Thursday, my internals are staring. And I just opened my books today morning. Well, I did open it yesterday too, but I spent most of the time staring at the book rather than reading it. I’m just not able to concentrate! Atleast today I studied a chapter in a subject. So am happy about that. And I have no clue as to how exactly I will complete studying for the internals in 3 days. Maybe I'll just write 3 subjects. Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, the thing is that I am just wasting my time doing nothing. If I take Sunday as an example, then I can’t even recollect what I did the whole day. Haha, and today I bunked college, so that I can study at home, and here I am. Blogging. Don’t know what the hell it is that I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t study now, and when the results come, I’ll wonder why I didn’t get good marks. Why the others got more than me. It’s the same old cycle that comes again and again. Ughh, so many more exams to write. Luckily I gotta study only 4 subjects this semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-114222938616815133?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/114222938616815133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=114222938616815133' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114222938616815133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114222938616815133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/03/internals-time-yet-again.html' title='Internals time yet again'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18756246.post-114217575390148601</id><published>2006-03-12T20:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:35:22.463+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Talk to me</title><content type='html'>Wow… so many days since I blogged. And I just realized that in February I just wrote some 5 or 6 posts, which totally sucks. I don’t know if it is blogger’s block or whatever. It just seems weird for me to suddenly write what I am thinking and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my granny has come home, and she is totally bugging me out. Yeah, she has some stories to tell and all, but it’s getting kind of boring for me to listen to the same old things about the same old people that I don’t know. And the funny part is that she likes talking with me. And most of the times I don’t even listen to her. If I am not doing anything I just stare at her, nod after every sentence, and say “hmmm” after every 3 sentences that she says. And if I am doing something, like using the comp or something, then she gets nothing. Gosh I suck. I mean, there are these people who would do anything to spend time with their grandma’s and grandpa’s, and I am not even acknowledging her when she talks with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well… I don’t get why she likes talking with me anyway. But what I have noticed is that most people like talking with me. Like there is this aunt of mine, who’ll come and tell me all sorts of things, whether I wanna listen to it or not. And there is this classmate of mine who comes and tells me all of her troubles. It’s cool. But I don’t know why they would rather tell me, and not others. I don’t seem to tell them anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not telling that I don’t wanna listen to these people when they talk with me. I like listening to people. In fact, rather than talking, I would rather listen to people. I find it very interesting sometimes. Just wondering why it is me that they like talking to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-114217575390148601?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/114217575390148601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=114217575390148601' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114217575390148601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114217575390148601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/03/talk-to-me.html' title='Talk to me'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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-18756246.post-114163816457081184</id><published>2006-03-06T15:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:36:01.672+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Lets Dance</title><content type='html'>One of my classmates had a dance performance in kathak yesterday evening. So me and my other classmates decided to go and watch it. Well, I actually didn’t wanna go, coz I get really bored of all this classical dances. I mean, to really enjoy something like this, I have to know something about the dance, and something about the steps, and whatnot. I really cannot appreciate it. For me a dance would be nice, if it looks nice. I can’t tell if the steps are being done correctly, or if the facial expressions are correct. All this makes no sense to me. But I went anyway, just because my other classmates wanted me to come with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we watched the dance, and it looked good. It was a solo performance, and she danced for around 45 minutes continuously, with maybe a break of 5 minutes. Don’t know how she could manage it. Wow, that takes a lot of stamina. I was totally amazed. I mean, I am the kind of person who gets tired after climbing up stairs of three floors, and she dances for 45 minutes!! Hmmm, I could not see all the facial expressions and all, coz we were sitting behind. So we could not really see that properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till yesterday I had never seen any sort of classical dance live. This was a first for me. It keeps coming on TV, and my parents watch it, but I never had any inclination to watch it. I don’t like classical music either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, when I was maybe 10 years old, I went with my uncle to a classical music concert. And it was so boring, that I almost slept. And I didn’t want to sleep. So I did everything I could to keep my eyes open. The problem was that the music was so boring, and it was pulled to almost 3 hours! I don’t remember why I agreed to go there in the first place, coz I never liked any classical stuff. I still don’t. And that day I had decided not to go to any sort of classical stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I don’t think I will be going to any more concerts or any dance thing. I’m done with it. Well, unless someone I know is performing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18756246-114163816457081184?l=fadedlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/feeds/114163816457081184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18756246&amp;postID=114163816457081184' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114163816457081184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18756246/posts/default/114163816457081184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadedlights.blogspot.com/2006/03/lets-dance.html' title='Lets Dance'/><author><name>Freeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04559091576383402427</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>12</thr:total></entry></feed>
