<?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-16477499</id><updated>2011-07-28T07:12:23.823-04:00</updated><category term='GHI'/><category term='Development'/><category term='Poverty'/><category term='India'/><category term='Hunger'/><title type='text'>Humpback-Hunchback</title><subtitle type='html'>Random outputs from my haphazard brain.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-6133756062525739114</id><published>2009-11-17T23:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:11:40.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Matches....in the last decade</title><content type='html'>In random order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Tennis: Nadal vs Federer: Wimbledon, July'08&lt;br /&gt;2.  Soccer: Liverpool vs AC Milan, CL Final, Istanbul, May '05&lt;br /&gt;3.  Cricket: India vs Pakistan, ODI Dhaka, January '08&lt;br /&gt;4.  Cricket: Australia vs South Africa, WC SF, Edgbaston, June '99&lt;br /&gt;5.  Soccer: Brazil vs Denmark, WC QF, Nantes, July '98&lt;br /&gt;6.  Cricket: India vs Australia, Test Match, Kolkata, March '01&lt;br /&gt;7.  NFL: Colts vs Patriots, Indianapolis, November '09&lt;br /&gt;8.  Tennis: Ivanesevic vs Rafter, Wimbledon, July '01&lt;br /&gt;9.  Soccer: Bayern Munich vs Manchester United, CL Final, May '99&lt;br /&gt;10. (Brain Freeze): Volleyball, Mandak vs Ganga, '04!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ones I missed? Plenty, I suppose! Please comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-6133756062525739114?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/6133756062525739114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=6133756062525739114&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/6133756062525739114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/6133756062525739114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2009/11/top-10-matchesin-last-decade.html' title='Top 10 Matches....in the last decade'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-5027158277303341222</id><published>2009-11-11T22:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:48:42.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chi-Land</title><content type='html'>Having resided for over 3 years now in Chicago....a good part of it as a happily married man, I feel a post about Chicago is long overdue. What better time to write about my life here than just before the longest season of the year - yep, you guessed right, winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experiences in Chicago can be classified into three neat packages - winter-related, fitness-related and culture-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather-related&lt;br /&gt;Year 1 - Blissfully unaware that winter's long - very long... thought winter lasted until December, like in South India...&lt;br /&gt;Year 2 - Enjoyed the brief summer more knowing full well what was in store next. More bearable winter, especially as Gunjan hated it more than I did... Sadist! Also the year that Humpty-Dumpty (me) fell on ice!&lt;br /&gt;Year 3 - Forced to venture out at least thrice a day in winter.. thanks to Yuki. Laziness overcame coldness and I ventured out in sub-zero weather in shorts and flip-flops.&lt;br /&gt;Year 4 - Laughing at newbies wearing their coats.. Really, in November? Wuss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitness-related&lt;br /&gt;Year 1 - Ran a half-marathon and a marathon. Was in the best physical form of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Year 2 - With marriage came all the yummy food and then some. Ran another half; and almost killed myself running a marathon (severe heat,  not obesity, yet!!)&lt;br /&gt;Year 3 - Cometh the paunch and the routine dialogues about how my clothes started shrinking in the new laundromat.&lt;br /&gt;Year 4 - This is where we come full circle...Back to the gym and back to awesomeness!  Baby, the donut, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culture-related&lt;br /&gt;Year 1 - Culture? What culture, me &lt;a href="http://to55er.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/neanderthal_280_470743a.jpg"&gt;Neanderthal &lt;/a&gt;- me no like culture.&lt;br /&gt;Year 2 - Ok, will wear clothes at home and bathe once a day. But, consider it a favor, wifey!&lt;br /&gt;Year 3- Temple has best Indian food in Chi-land. Need to re-embrace Indian culture some more.&lt;br /&gt;Year 4- Shave and get a haircut regularly, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the city and love the life I am living by the lake. Go Chi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-5027158277303341222?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/5027158277303341222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=5027158277303341222&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/5027158277303341222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/5027158277303341222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2009/11/chi-land.html' title='Chi-Land'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-8843899620819764445</id><published>2009-09-02T00:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:27:14.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back After a long layoff...</title><content type='html'>This is going to be more of a journal for the next couple of months... I am on a mission - lose 30 pounds by the end of the year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck to me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-8843899620819764445?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/8843899620819764445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=8843899620819764445&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/8843899620819764445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/8843899620819764445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-after-long-layoff.html' title='Back After a long layoff...'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-41248198636464656</id><published>2008-04-20T23:01:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T00:28:40.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Green</title><content type='html'>Gunj &amp;amp; I have been thinking about "green"-ing our lives for a while now. And, we just watched a show in which a guy re-models a home and makes it greener and more energy efficient.  While most of the changes the guy did are not possible in our high-rise apartment, we've decided to do the best we can and reduce wastage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few months, we've already been recycling all &amp;amp; sundry. And, it's really surprised us. We put out huge bags of recyclable stuff each day. More than 50% of the daily waste that we produce are things that can be recycled- talk about American wasteful packaging. And, this, in spite of us carrying our own shopping bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner in Chicago restaurant- $20 (yeah, we eat in cheap places)&lt;br /&gt;Riding home with the boxed leftovers - $10&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting about the leftovers and buying Chipotle the next day- $10&lt;br /&gt;Following the stench emanating from the fridge, taking 2 minutes to empty the leftovers in the wet garbage (bio-degradable), rinsing the box and recycling it- PRICELESS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now that the limerick is done and we are both grinning and happy for having achieved our cheap thrill for the day, let's get down to the list of things that we plan to do henceforth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Reduce Water Consumption: For the past 10 months, we've been living with a faulty water shower which sprays as much on us as on the shower wall. This simply prolongs the daily ablutions process. Our aim is to (a) replace the shower-head and hence, reduce wastage (b) get into the habit of turning off the shower, while soaping/shampooing ourselves ( now now, don't let imaginations go wild!!!) (c) make sure that we have more hot tub soaks together, as opposed to showers- double advantages, as you can all see!! (2 people well bathed and happy with one tub of water is definitely more eco-friendly). Alternatively, if Gunj agrees, I want to stick to my plan of bathing once a month!&lt;br /&gt;Further, we want to make sure that we use the kitchen tap sparingly while washing utensils (B***v-- your dishwasher conked off for a reason; couldn't stand being used to wash 5 utensils each time) Also, conscious efforts to make sure that we fill a full load of clothes each time we use the laundromat will save a fair bit of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Reduce Electricity Consumption: This is the big one- in terms of taming our laziness.&lt;br /&gt;(a) Cell phone chargers, laptops, rice-cooker, toaster are all perpetually plugged in in our cozy home. We've made one earlier effort to turn off the computers at night. But, it lasted for just a few days. This time, we want to make it stick.&lt;br /&gt;(b) We also plan to replace our energy-sucking bulbs with more energy-efficient ones (compact fluorescent bulbs). Try to keep single bulb lamps on- as opposed to our hideous 4 bulb chandeliers.&lt;br /&gt;(c) Stay off the internet, as often as possible, and keep the idiot box/computer switched off ( I plan to stick to this strategy at work too!!).&lt;br /&gt;(d) We are also looking to buy solar cell phone chargers (taking baby steps towards using solar energy)- and take advantage of our south-facing bay windows.&lt;br /&gt;(e) Use the heat from the windows, a hot cup of tea and a jumper to keep warm during the day instead of keeping the heat switched on 24-7. This will definitely not work in the Chicago winter but, can definitely be implemented in late winter, early spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Reduce Fuel Consumption: Thankfully, we don't own a car. That's one less thing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;(a) We stick to public transportation. It's still some fuel per person-so, our goal here is to walk shorter distances (especially in the gorgeous summer months).&lt;br /&gt;(b) Make grocery trips regularly- this allows us to carry our bags home. I have a feeling that fewer things in the fridge reduces the load on the fridge (just a hunch).&lt;br /&gt;(c)Try to rent a hybrid car, when we can. Not too many hopes pinned on this one, though. We just found out that there are about 4,000 hybrids in a fleet of millions of rental cars in the US. But, we shall definitely try.&lt;br /&gt;(d) Shop locally. In our opinion, tonnes of energy is consumed in transporting goods across the country, and in many cases globally. We can definitely get rid of this, at least in the summer months, by frequenting the local farmer's market. Higher prices are a given in these places but, we at least know where our food is coming from and who went through the effort of cultivating it.&lt;br /&gt;(e) Air Travel. Unfortunately, in this day and time, it's unimaginable to think of life without air travel. Be it for leisure, business, emergencies or any other reason- flying is here to stay. But, we plan to offset/reduce our carbon emissions by taking more local trips and donating money to plant saplings (it's easy to calculate one's carbon emissions for a trip on websites these days. Orbitz  and Expedia have partnered with carbon off-setting services to enable users to purchase offsets with their travel).&lt;br /&gt;(f) Accommodation. Plan to stay in eco-friendly hotels/lodges when we travel (we already did it in El Yungue Rain Forest- we stayed at a place called Casa Cubuy, which recycled its water and recycled its garbage to act as fertilizer for its modest fruit plantation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Reduce Waste Production. Use loose tea instead of tea bags; cook, instead of ordering as often as possible; check for the recycle code (1 to 6, with 1 being the easiest to recycle and 6 being the most difficult-read as never recycled) on the back of plastic or glass bottles, plates and containers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other simple ideas include buying natural products for household use which are non-toxic, free of chemicals, biodegradable and non-animal tested (already underway and going great guns- look at Gunj's blog for an update on this shortly), using home-made shampoos (shikakai and reetha anyone?), scrubs (gramflour/besan), potpourri and using products which are as unindustrialized as possible (raw vs processed goods).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most of the afore-mentioned points are really simple, the tougher part is putting them into practice and following them religiously. We plan to give an update in a week's time of what we've changed and what savings may be quantified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then- practice green!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-41248198636464656?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/41248198636464656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=41248198636464656&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/41248198636464656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/41248198636464656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2008/04/go-green.html' title='Go Green'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-3181162993740839887</id><published>2008-01-25T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:26:48.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Un-Natural Elements</title><content type='html'>Most classical thinking agrees that there are 5 natural elements- Fire, Wind, Water, Earth, Space (Space has often been replaced by wood or metal, depending on the era, the geographic location and cultural biases). There is more than a tinge of irony in terming these elements "natural"- as we go on unending, unrelenting, in our pursuit of altering all the "natural" elements for potential  short-term gains and definite long-term disasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of modern man's life has been spent in "liberating" the natural elements from the "clutches" of the very "nature" that created it. Pickling, freezing,using tonnes of chemicals to grow non-indigenous crops in different areas- have all been attempts to reduce the amount of food lost due to spoilage (flicked from TOD). Building dams, canals and tank storages have all been efforts to prevent water from filtering back into the earth. And, once the land went under the plough, it has lost its "naturality". Case in point- in a matter of decades, the vast, fertile lands of the Midwest have lost up to 2 feet of the topsoil (due to excessive agriculture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The discovery of fire remains one of Man's greatest achievements to date, and one of the diddly-duddly steps in the direction of controlling "nature". Did the control of fire, the element (loosely used term) that seemed to scare the daylights (can that be a pun?) out of all  other living beings make man haughty? too cocky for his own good? Who knows! What we do know is that he used this fire well to control his surroundings and set off boldly, blindly and arrogantly towards establishing the earliest agrarian settlements as we know them. And, it has been one rocky ride since!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While air, in the form of oxygen chambers and live-saving gadgets, is already sold at a premium price, "air" in general has a price on it too. We pay taxes through our noses for the land that we live on, the water that we drink, and indirectly, also for the air that we breathe (aren't air, the earth and light also the basic elements that combine to produce food in the form that we know- and don't we spend a good chunk of money on that too??) and the fire with which we cook our meals. The less said about the naturality of "space" the better!!! What with the satellites, the probes and the various greenhouse gases that let the entire cosmos know that we are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that makes man attach the word "natural" to a few terms and then go about to prove that though it's natural- he can produce, manage and re-distribute it better than how nature intended. Is it the same rebellious nature that makes man break his own self-created laws? Is it indifference? Is it ignorance? Or mere short-sightedness? Or cruelty? Or just a sad quirk in evolutionary genetics that will set itself right by de-evolving man pretty soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of realigning and addressing the imbalance, I hope it is the latter. I wouldn't mind being the last man left on Earth, and being given Noah's job though. There I go again, doing the one thing "natural" to all of mankind- feeding off one's ego!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-3181162993740839887?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/3181162993740839887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=3181162993740839887&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/3181162993740839887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/3181162993740839887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2008/01/un-natural-elements.html' title='The Un-Natural Elements'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-6083056401480644956</id><published>2007-12-27T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:19:59.018-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Development'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poverty'/><title type='text'>Global Hunger Index</title><content type='html'>While poring over some newspaper reports, I read about the recently released "Global Hunger Index- 2006". The Hunger Index ranks countries on a scale of 0-100, 0 being the best possible score. The score itself is an equally weighted factor score ({Factor 1 + Factor 2 + Factor 3}/3), based on three different factors:&lt;br /&gt;Factor 1: the proportion of undernourished as a percentage of the population (reflecting the share of the population with insufficient dietary energy intake);&lt;br /&gt;Factor 2: the prevalence of underweight in children under the age of five (indicating the proportion of children suffering from weight loss and/or reduced growth); and&lt;br /&gt;Factor 3: the under-five mortality rate (partially reflecting the fatal synergy between inadequate dietary intake and unhealthy environments).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxaInWjEBnk/R3XMSFwx_gI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BpqPD7IDpNM/s1600-h/Presentation1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxaInWjEBnk/R3XMSFwx_gI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BpqPD7IDpNM/s400/Presentation1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149246360124521986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Anurag/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Much has been said about the fact that India ranks a lowly 94th in this list of 117 countries. Much has already also been said about the fact that the authors of the report state that GHI &gt; 20 is "alarming". India's GHI is 25.03. Half-way between alarming and extremely alarming!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of these "alarming" factors, there has been more than a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;healthy&lt;/span&gt; spattering of  congratulatory smiles all around, stating that India has actually started alleviating the hunger of her citizens better. The reason for this smugness: "Didn't the GHI fall from 33.73 in 1990 to 25.03 today? And, aren't we on target to reduce our GHI to 16 by 2015?" (If I didn't mention earlier, each country pledged to reduce its GHI Index by half by 2015). But, does this drop really make everything rosy? Take a closer look at the math, shall we please, and analyze the numbers a little more before we indulge in some good ol' fashioned backslapping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The report states that nearly 20% of today's Indian population is under-nourished as opposed to 25% in 1990. That does look nice, does it not? Time to talk numbers again: India's population in 1990 was about 850 million. Currently, it is 1.13 billion. This means that 215 million people suffered from malnutrition in 1990; while the corresponding number for 2007 is 225 million. So, we put 10 million more hungry people on the map and we have the audacity to say that we are well on our way to eradicate hunger. And no..no, that's not the end of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the report, between 1988-92, more than 60% of Indian children under the age 5 were underweight. Not only did we let that generation of children go underfed and hungry- we replaced them with a whole new generation of under-fed children (46.6% from the years 2000-2005). The exact numbers are not known but, if the Indian population can be treated as a homogeneous group, and under-5 children make up about 10% of the population we are talking about 51 million underfed children in 1988-92 versus 51 million (hey, that number again) in 2000-2005. Ouch! So much for maintaining excellent production standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't the period 1990-2005 coincide with India's opening of her shores to global companies to improve the quality of life of her citizens? Was it not the period when India embraced capitalism and shed her poverty? Was it also not the period when there were one, two, three and then many, many more Indian billionaires? Why, then, are these benefits not "trickling" (as my die-hard capitalistic friends love to say- "relax yaar, the benefits will trickle down slowly". It's trickling down way too slowly mate; way too slowly) down to her rural poor? Why are there more clinics to treat obesity than to treat starvation? The only time the poor are remembered seems to be at the time of elections. Free electricity, low-interest loans, definite employment for a fixed number of days per year- the sops are many. For the parched, hungry poor man- these stop-gap measures seem like "Mannah from Heaven". For the politicians, another nail to slam into the coffin of these suffering people. Why don't we think of our hungry brethren more time than we now do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it ain't glamorous to be hungry and starving; especially not, if you ain't doing it for a other reason than hunger itself. A half-day fast by a few thousand, stupid fans to support the absolutely useless Indian cricket team generates more interest and sympathy than the suicides of thousands of poor Indian farmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, how can Indians be expected to be sympathetic and appalled by Government indifference, manipulations and cruelty- on one hand, and vote back the Gujarat Government for a third successive time, on the other? If the people are not willing to lead change, may be a change in leadership is warranted. Will the leaders of India that Mahatma Gandhi, Swami Vivekananda and Subash Chandra Bose dreamt of please stand up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-6083056401480644956?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/6083056401480644956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=6083056401480644956&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/6083056401480644956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/6083056401480644956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2007/12/global-hunger-index.html' title='Global Hunger Index'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cxaInWjEBnk/R3XMSFwx_gI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BpqPD7IDpNM/s72-c/Presentation1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-3928450450097281089</id><published>2007-10-30T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T00:41:12.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My sad attempt at humour!</title><content type='html'>For billions of years, life on Earth evolved. And it continued to evolve, till "WE" arrived. There is no theory to prove the fact that we were to be the "final" end-product of evolution but, as there is no theory to disprove it, we can claim that all the forces in the Universe conspired to create us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now fly across continents, we eat well-cooked meats, we have multiplied in unbelievable numbers, we live in palatial houses- each house occupying ever increasing space, we employ others to do our biddings. We've explored more places on Earth than any other living being. Talk about our unbelievably, inquisitive nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've seen our kids move away to far-off lands in search of better food and lifestyle, and more often than not, never to return. We've doubled our life expectancy (highly presumptuous!!!). We've created, successfully, disparity among the healthiest and the weakest. Sub-Saharan Africa provides the leanest pickings. There has been a rapid growth of population in what is now known as India and China. Looks like unclean environs help us grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The generation gaps have never been more distinct, with each successive generation adjusting to new rules, regulations and technology, leaving the laggers to their misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've survived a couple of World Wars, and managed to scape unscathed, for the most part.  Following this, we've largely resolved to maintain peace among the different races- the fair-skinned, the dark ones, the biggies and the little ones. We've lost count of how many races we have divided ourselves into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've proved to the world that while all around us keeps decaying, we are in prime health- and will continue to do so with the help of our two-legged slaves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Da Roach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-3928450450097281089?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/3928450450097281089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=3928450450097281089&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/3928450450097281089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/3928450450097281089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-sad-attempt-at-humour.html' title='My sad attempt at humour!'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-8337841318466930285</id><published>2007-10-24T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:42:37.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Elevator- the smallest microcosm of society!</title><content type='html'>Each day, I ride up and down the elevator at least 6 times. And, I meet different people. People of all ages, all sexes, all creeds; old and young, fat and thin, male and female- and every once in a while some"one" whose sex one can never be sure of, sexy and not-so-sexy, tall and short, hairy and bald, healthy and sick, loud and silent, harsh and polite, well-suited and nearly stark naked; with all kinds of gadgetry or the lack of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet them on the elevator; I exchange polite conversations with them, and once in a while, I even take the liberty of sharing a joke with them. I have been scowled at, been given rough stares, admiring glances ( now that's one blatant lie!!!), and see-right-through-me glassy looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for etiquette, just as elsewhere, I don't fart in an elevator, I don't wear stinky clothes, I don't drool, I don't gobble down my food in the elevator. In short, I give people their own, private space in the confines of that small elevator. Just as in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I also notice, just as in real life, there's no space for animals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-8337841318466930285?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/8337841318466930285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=8337841318466930285&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/8337841318466930285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/8337841318466930285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2007/10/elevator-smallest-microcosm-of-society.html' title='Elevator- the smallest microcosm of society!'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-7466396933787175089</id><published>2007-06-16T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T18:58:58.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again...</title><content type='html'>After what has been an eternity...I am back :)...and oh, in the period in between, I have gotten married to a really lovely and terrific lady who goes by the name Gunjan (rainthots  for you bloggers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.....  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-7466396933787175089?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/7466396933787175089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=7466396933787175089&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/7466396933787175089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/7466396933787175089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-again.html' title='Back Again...'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-116666704233307075</id><published>2006-12-20T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T23:25:49.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate Aim in Life</title><content type='html'>Sorry to take a reasonably long break again.. if anyone cares that is :D... And also, I have decided to keep the venom spewing spree on hold...it's a good time of the year, people can do without the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very early in my life, all I wanted to achieve in life was to drive a State-Operated bus- it fascinated me, with it's huge steering wheel- this remains my life's first remembered interest. Mom claims that I loved buffaloes too, but, somehow, am pretty sure they did not interest me quite as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the line, I developed a rather queer habit of smelling currency notes and guessing where they had come from: kerosene store, bakery, grocery store, bus-conductor etc. Again, it has been purpoted that I was pretty accurate-100% hit-rate, they tell me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rather weird habit was discarded for playing sport, and the equally irritating habit of wanting to win, almost always at any cost, rather dastardly, if you ask me; but, as most who know will vouch- this habit still exists- i am a sore loser, even worse than Mr. Mourinho :D(for those of you ill-versed with football, that's the name of the coach of the Chelsea Football Club).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, somewhere along the line, I also was rather fatally attracted to the smell of petrol, as most kids of my age back then. A few years later, I loved the idea of rebelling- I dreamt of piercing my ear,if only to heckle others; being rude to others was a good pass-time too;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At other stages in my life, I have flirted with the idea of being a terrific sportsman- shattering all records out there; have had more than a fair appetite for all things petite and gorgeous; a burning desire to be the center-of-attraction at all gatherings-private and public (often with disastrous results as many of my "dear" friends will state emphatically).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to quantify them under major categories- it would have to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Big,flashy things and a life as big as a magnum opus- Me loves (bus, sportsman, center-of- attraction)&lt;br /&gt;B) Money&lt;br /&gt;C)Oil/Petrol&lt;br /&gt;D)Care-two-hoots about others; the desire to succeed at all costs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very materialistic things, and what most people seem to want to achieve in their lives. Is it something that has been fed sub-consciously into our system? or is it just me? Nowhere have I veered to the side of calmness,patience,supportiveness,understanding or even friendliness.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I hope none of the interests described in this post in some detail turn out to be my long-term goals. A little too late maybe to hope this, considering how old I am already, but I really do not know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present Mood: Confused about the big picture!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-116666704233307075?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/116666704233307075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=116666704233307075&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/116666704233307075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/116666704233307075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/12/ultimate-aim-in-life.html' title='Ultimate Aim in Life'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-116568415548721377</id><published>2006-12-09T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T12:09:16.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>- And the Phonex Rises Again</title><content type='html'>Most of the readers I ever had must've given up on me by now. :) Seems like Jai has been waging a lone battle to get me back :). Missing his two-pence of caustic bashing I guess. Gunj's been at it too. She wants her share of Anurag-bashing too, albeit on a much more manageable level. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short rewind of what's happened in this period of inactivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I ran a marathon- the Chicago MArathon in pretty much O C-inclement weather. and got the course done. I cramped on mile 13 and had a tough time finishing. No, this is not about my martyrdom, on how I ran and pushed myself across. No, no no :).. Nor is it about the fact that my sister and I managed to raise close to $5,500 to support a few causes back home in India.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ashanet.org/austin/soh/runners/aniNanurag.html - That's the link folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a related note, my sis and bro-in-law are running a 50km and 50-miler respectively even as I type somewhere in the hills around Houston. Phew! And needless to say, they are trying to raise funds for some projects dear to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else has been going great, including, surprisingly, my personal life. :D After a period of uneasiness followed by instability, and then followed by the fluttering of the heart and then by utter chaos-things are slowly but surely and definitely falling into place. And I am glad for that :). And on a related note (yes,again :D) a pair of dear friends are getting married..and yes, to each other, on Christmas... All the best to you two and congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that all of this out of the way...let me get down to some writing...and as usual, I draw up blanks. This has been my problem over the last few months...i draw blank blank blank blank. the blackest blackboard ever faces me when I get down to writing. If I was good enough to be called a writer, I would call it writer's block. But, in my present state of befuddlement, it's got to be utter confusion in my head.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one gets older, and gets down to taking stock of reality, of life around him/her, of what one's likes/dislikes-views/preferences are...one gets incredibly mired in the maze- or atleast, that's what I think. For 24 years of my life, I frankly cared a damn about anything around but my own small microcosm of the world, including a few friends, family of course, and my likes and dislikes, and called it "THE WORLD"and worked to make that "WORLD" perfect. Not that I went out of my way to harm anyone, but it was still quite a shallow life. But, I seemed to sleep fine. As I started expanding my views, my horizons, and finally engaged in healthy discussions about stuff other than food,studies and women- things have left me stumped to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had plenty of changes of opinions about life in the past 12 months. And my outlook to life and the urban society in particular has become very very cynical and bleak. There was a hostage situation in the Chicago Ogilvie Station, and that happens to be right in the backyard of where I work. I was quite stumped to see that happen- things re-winded back in my head to Godhra, in 2002- and frankly, being in India back then, there was plenty I could have done- I did nothing, I was not even moved. I was just another pedestrian, untouched soul in the background. I was more affected by the American incidents a year earlier than what happened closer to home. There's not much I can do about setting that "right" now, but it still has left me scarred. Somewhere, deep in most urban-middle class families is the notion "Live for yourself. Thy shalt not be affected by misery of thy neighbour, country-man and even friend". Until, we, the supposedly "cream" of society start opening our eyes to the goings-on around us, we cannot hope to have a democratic world or even nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the big issues, in my opinion, was of reservation in Indian colleges and hullaboo that followed it. I would love to write about it sometime. Not because I have exalted views that everyone must know, but because, I believe that it changed me on some level- and I am sure it will do to everyone too, only if you are open-minded. The change from "betrayal" by the Govt., to my understanding of my own "betrayal" to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blatant and hiddenracism,oppression of the poor,hurting the weak,self-centeredness,slave-trade ,sweatshops,corrupt politicians- there are so many things that we all claim to hate and abhor, and yet, choose to turn a dear ear, a blind eye and a lame leg to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next few posts shall bring out my dark views on society and it's malaises. I am sure it will make you laugh maybe, or even make you call me cranky. But, it's part of reality! and that reality ain't too bright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venom spewing spree :D starting today- and I promise the next few posts will be thoughtfully constructed and written, unlike this one! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be Cont.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-116568415548721377?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/116568415548721377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=116568415548721377&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/116568415548721377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/116568415548721377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-phonex-rises-again.html' title='- And the Phonex Rises Again'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-115829509877618371</id><published>2006-09-15T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T01:38:55.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To the tradition of pick-ups!!!</title><content type='html'>It is a nice warm evening (my standards of warm have already changed, 60F is pleasent, 65F is warm!! duh to chicago). The young woman puckers her lips, looks around and adjusts her dress. The shy,look-around, "play the field" look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's one", she thinks. She checks him out, and thinks, "he does not look the sticker around types, too fast, he's moving thru the women thick and fast". She looks around and keeps the innocent smile going. She's already getting frustrated. How difficult can it be to find someone on a Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she sees him. Dressed casually, he looks fit, and quite a novice. Someone, she can take charge of, or so she thinks. She raises an eyebrow and checks him out. He returns the favour and sly smiles are exchanged. They move towards each other. "Matches", they say, "are made in silence". Says who? you-know-who; well,if no one did, then I say it now, so shuddup and read. The eyes lock, she asks him to head out, she will meet him at the lower level. He understands, finishes his drink, and moves briskly to the grassy area. She comes down, and he lets out a sigh, brushes the sweat off his eye-brow; looks at her, and they head out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfort levels are soon established and a nice pace of conversation is struck. Soon, they are talking in high gear about family, friends, likes, dislikes and all the garbage of the likes. A brush of shoulders, the nervous grins;a strong shoulder as he guides her through a particularly crowded part and the ice has pretty much melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They go away from the crowd, moving steadily north, always away from the crowd, enjoying each other's company, he smelling her, she showing him her school, her favorite store,all the while they are on the move. They move closer to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing heavily, they are past already what they had set out to do on the Saturday, but neither of them now wants to stop. There are of course differences-she wishes he would go faster, imploring him to do so, with her eyes; he ignores her, concentrating and enjoying the slow movements, before the final ecstasy. She starts moving her hips faster, in a show of impatience. He relents finally, and starts moving faster.. Together they move,hurriedly in the final,silent act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, then finally it ends. They are there, where they wanted to be. Over,across the finish line. And they hug, their sweaty bodies in a tangle. And then they separate, and go over the time spent together. And soothe their aching bodies. What an evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they remove their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, my "dear perverts", is the art of finding a running partner from the opposite sex and doing a long run on the weekends. What did you think it was?????!!!!! Ro, you frigging idiot, this is not my declaration, so don't jump up :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not tried, and I hate running with somebody I do not know, especially if it's a woman and the woman is fit and runs faster than me. Indian MCP tendencies, kya karein??? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marathon time in under a month people. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-115829509877618371?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/115829509877618371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=115829509877618371&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115829509877618371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115829509877618371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-tradition-of-pick-ups.html' title='To the tradition of pick-ups!!!'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-115750624882337284</id><published>2006-09-05T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:52:42.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle is close-ended!!!!</title><content type='html'>People, women especially, wear skimpier and skimpier clothes ( no, am not complaining by the way!)- where women go, men follow (one of my maxims gained from Archie comics :D)... soon, leaves will be in huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating raw food, seems to be cool, look at all those sushi bars etc etc.. hmmm... war-tribes walawalwalwallwwooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all those super ideas of signatures and more hi-fi stuff, people seem to have stagnated or advanced, whichever way u see it, at fingerprints!! hmmmm... going back all the time....if you ask me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having multiple partners seems the norm, looks like we are going back to those early halcyon days :D, when mating was based on "i was there, so i got lucky".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take back the status of one planet... soon more will follow huh, back to the good ol' geocentric theory days!!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are hell bent on going back, let's go back fassssssssst, in my life-time please.... i have had enough of corporate offices and huge buildings... !!! let's go play in mud!!!!! and get those darned dinos back man!!! let's go back to the origin of this vicious circle!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;PS: lest i forget....i forgot my wallet at home, had to run back cos the bus pass was in it, then got into the elevator at work, and pressed "1, stayed there for a few secs, before some aunty got in pressed some other floor number and looked at me like i was mad, i blamed it on a rough week, and then pressed "4" which is my floor number at home!!! got out at 4, or that lady would think i was mad... got off, and waited for the next elevator car, pressed 1 and went down, and almost went back out, heading towards home!! kicked myself awake, went to the office and worked without ado, and then forgot my home keys when i left for the evening, ran back up to pick them keys, and then forgot my office keys inside....!!! needless to say, has been an interesting day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overheard, or overseen, don't remember- "men, chocolate and coffee- all taste better when they are "richer"- bitch!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-115750624882337284?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/115750624882337284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=115750624882337284&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115750624882337284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115750624882337284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/09/circle-is-close-ended.html' title='Circle is close-ended!!!!'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-115708225465105697</id><published>2006-08-31T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T23:44:15.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Similarities!</title><content type='html'>August 15th came and went, and this year, it got me thinking... why is it so important to us, does it mean anything..have things changed at all since 1947?? The Gora Baabus have been replaced by a set of Indian Saahukars, the poor still remain exploited and the law is still not fair. A few wads thrust in the hands of the men in power, and hitherto difficult doors open faster than saying "open sesame". It's easy to see gloom in everything-have we not made progress? have not won wars? have we not built dams? have we not spent millions and billions of rupees, to blast rockets into space? have we not opened the doors to huge corporations and created new jobs? (ahem, ahem!!)?&lt;br /&gt;have we not tripled the number of cars and home owners, is that not a sign of more wealth? have we not provided good roads? have we not gained recognition for Bollywood? haven't we told the world that we are more than a bunch of snake charmers and cowherds? we have produced a nobel laureate, and some of the big blue- chip companies are headed by Indians.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the answer is a resounding yes!! But,  is that all we must measure ourselves by.. the number of cell phones a family has?? or the number of sarees the lady in the family has, or if you believe in the metrosexual man( whatever that may be!! ), the number of branded shirts the man in the family has!!! most of you, naah all of you reading this blog are among the elitest of elite among indians, who have education.. if we measured ourselves on this yardstick, then god save us... if we measured ourselves on a scale of corruption, even god can't save us- when there is talk of corruption in the army- you know something is big time wrong. Here are those people laying down their lives, (albeit for meaningless pursuits by the country), and their superiors take a nice bribe to jeopardize already risky situations. what about public health? and what about the  lives of those millions of farmers who commit suicides every year- do we even care? some people in the country have to walk a few tens of miles, to fill water, while the others among us spend Rs 10 to drink 300 ml of the water stolen from them- does not ring a bell?? am talking about the bloody soft-drinks! on the one hand- a company is accused of employing people in inhuman conditions- and on the otherit sponsors our cricket team paying them millions of rupees, and makes a rough profit of nearly 400% on each product it makes-selling it to...yes, the rest of us!!!&lt;br /&gt;i agree..things can't change all of a sudden..but is it so difficult to atleast be aware of what's going on??? to take a stand?? to be more sympathetic to the one's less luckier than us? there was a furore when the government mooted the reservation law- but does anyone even know that the right to information law was passed, and is being changed dramatically to suit the needs of the Govt?&lt;br /&gt;Ho hum, this can go on.... Bottom line.. look around you, be more sensitive and be more understanding of the needs of those less endowed than you......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;On a related note, no no..not anymore serious stuff :)...I was wandering in Downtown Chicago, and kept staring at all Indian faces, or faces that were even remotely Indian. I concentrated on the men!! No no, don't get me wrong. What is common among all of us?? Do we look common? Well, for the trained eye, there are serious facial differences, color differences, behavioural differences. Obviously we speak different languages and eat different food.&lt;br /&gt;The thing that looked most common to most Indian males in the age group 23-30 was .......&lt;br /&gt;.......... the BAG!!! Indian men love wearing school/college bags. No briefcases, no patent leather luggage for them.. :))) And, I felt I fit right in with us Indians :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-115708225465105697?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/115708225465105697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=115708225465105697&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115708225465105697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115708225465105697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/08/similarities.html' title='Similarities!'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-115650764423194407</id><published>2006-08-25T07:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T08:08:42.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumppy!!</title><content type='html'>What a start to my day!!!! For starters, I was soooo pooped last night that I fell asleep at 9:30. waah that has not happened since the days of yore... i don't remember ever falling asleep at 9:30pm in the last 6 years- when i was hale and hearty that is!!!! well, and it all came tumbling down after that!!! I woke up at 1am..... saw the time- and freaked out thinking that I had not woken up in the morning :D ...nearly threw a tantrum- I would have if there was a flatmate :). and then got bumped off- so with nothing to do...i slept again.. and woke up at 5:30 am!!my bulb burnt out... and i singed my hand trying to change it..the goddamned thing was on all night..and just burnt out i think...well...ho hum anyway...&lt;br /&gt;bathed my wound... thght i'd run...and wore my shoes...twisted my ankle..and fell down... grrrumphh.. then ran out of cereal..had forgotten to buy it yesterday... grrummmppppphhhhh, saw the letters that had come in..had some obscene bills for my internet and some bill collecting agency....grumpppppppppppppphhhhhhh...my cell-phone would not connect to my voicemail..&lt;br /&gt;grumpppppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhh... my bath-tub has not been draining properly..so thght i'd fix it.. did it...but slipped and almost banged my head against the tiles....&lt;br /&gt;grumpppppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.. i am out of soap.... my towel needs to be washed.. grumpppppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... and then it took me 20 god-damned minutes to log onto blogger!!!! grumpppppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;and it's only 7:00 am!! i dread the day!!!!!! Friday Morning Indigoes!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;GOD, SAVE ME TODAY!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-115650764423194407?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/115650764423194407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=115650764423194407&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115650764423194407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115650764423194407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/08/grumppy.html' title='Grumppy!!'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-115550991116633462</id><published>2006-08-13T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T02:16:33.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts..</title><content type='html'>-Do you also have plenty of friends with birthdays in August?? Is New Year's such a lascivious day???!!! Or is it the cozy weather that makes for this phenomenon.. one thing i want to do in life.. is to compare birthdays across hemispheres. If people in the S.H. have birthdays in February, then rock on it's the weather...if it's August, then there is some power in the vacation period of X'mas thru to NYD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I want a Second Cousin's Day, Aunt's Day, Doctor's Day, and Engineer's Month!!&lt;br /&gt;This whole funda of days does not make sense at all!! and who decides them anyway?? bummers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I live by Lake Michigan, one of the 5 Great Lakes. I knew it was biggggg... but then i looked at the numbers... 22,000+odd square miles!!! WTF??!!!!! and Lake Superior, Lake Tanganiyaka/Lake Victoria are bigger... not to mention Lake Baikal- unbelievably stuff about Lake Baikal in Siberia- it runs close to 2k deep, across some places- DUH!!! freshwater lake that deep....give up!! and some of the water does not turn over- meaning that there is some pretty pre-historic water and who knows what species!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On a related note: made a list of some places I want to visit: Europe -Italy, France, Greece and Switzerland, Lake Baikal, Will definitely cover the Great Lakes!! :), Egypt-the Nile and its source..fascinating!! , the sphinx, the pyramids, and many other places there, Yarlung Tsangpo Canyon and the Ganges- Brahmaputra Delta- again a natural delight- the deepest canyon and the largest freshwater delta, Mecca..actually the list is endless- but if I can cover these along with the standard American trips to the Grand Canyon and the Niagara Falls, considering that Florida is done and wrapped up- I'll be good to go!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i want to be able to pursue the sport "fencing"- i know it's specialized, and pretty tough, but it's the closest i'll ever come to actually living my childhood sword fights-"aa dishum, take this you rascal (remember, i was young and not exposed to bad words!!)- give me the princess katchak katchak katchak - blood sprouting!!!" i even made bows with some thin bamboo sticks and arrows with broom sticks...hahaah.those were the days indeed!! *sigh* who did i play with? well.. i had plenty of mates when i was young, and we had similar dreams..haha, but NO! the princess was always in the head, no one in actuality. and, yes- my ideas about girls were very similar to calvin's!! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-eat strawberries and cream every single day of my life!!! along with coldstone ice cream :)) i do that and i'll weigh 30 stone!! i think that's a huge number..am guessing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i was reading about the coke ban in some states and the huge furore going on in India, over the excessive amounts of pesticides in them, nearly 24 times the number in Europe... and some wise-guy in Coke says "arre..what can we do? there is pesticide in the water,no!" What's that supposed to mean- that you'll sell a product that is unhealthy as it is.... and for a huge profit, and then do not even take the pains to try and get some means to pruify the water or select a better place to get ur water.. what are u doing so close to farmland and killing the farmers anyway? as it is, drought related farmer deaths are innumerable in India.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And the Grand Finale, I ran a half-marathon today. the first 10 miles were as planned, and then i cramped..and boy did i cramp up bad or wot!! but still did it pretty good, 9:30 per mile for 13.2 miles, i was doing 8 and a half- till mile 10...chuck it now... shan't crib.. got it over and done :) now the big one...the La Salle Marathon, Oct 22.. waise, watch out for a detailed blow-by-blow description of this race, soon!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding this: some funny quips...flicked from cricinfo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="news-body"&gt; -Like the best sledges, the best commentary one-liners tend to be claimed by and attributed to anyone who happened to be walking past the media centre on the day they were uttered. And so, it is hard to work out exactly who came up with the following gem on Brian Lara's epic 277 at Sydney in 1992-93, an innings so good that he named his daughter after the venue. "It's a good thing the game was not in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;," quipped either Michael Holding in his treacle-thick Jamaican tones, Tony Greig in his Aussie-Anglo-Afrikaaner hybrid, or Greg Ritchie in ... well, whatever twang Greg Ritchies talk in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="news-body"&gt;-The most giggled-about quip in the history of the game, but was it ever really uttered? It is widely believed that, sometime during either the 1976 or 1980 Test series against West Indies, either Don Mosey or Brian Johnston announced live on air: "We welcome World Service listeners to the Oval, where the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;bowler's Holding, the batsman's Willey&lt;/span&gt;." No recording, however, is believed to exist, so no-one will ever know for sure. Either way, the likely suspect was Johnston, who a decade later was on the receiving end of Jonathan Agnew's leg-over pronunciation at the same venue. For the record, Willey was one of the few batsmen to avoid being dismissed by Holding during his 14-wicket rampage in 1976, while four years later Willey himself was named Man of the Match for his unbeaten second-innings century. So they certainly both played their parts in Oval Test matches. Whether they ... ahem ... played each other's parts is another matter entirely. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i loved those two-way radio conversations that the army seemed to have on television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Do u read me? over!&lt;br /&gt;B- Yes sir, over!&lt;br /&gt;A-blah blah, over!&lt;br /&gt;B- blah blah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVER and OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-115550991116633462?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/115550991116633462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=115550991116633462&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115550991116633462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115550991116633462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/08/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts..'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-115505142842406346</id><published>2006-08-08T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T11:37:08.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Alone :D</title><content type='html'>Life was good...terrific weekend... ol' friends....! back to the grind now.. and they have me used to having ppl ard now..i hate the loneliness!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/IMG_0223.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/400/IMG_0223.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-115505142842406346?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/115505142842406346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=115505142842406346&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115505142842406346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115505142842406346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-alone-d.html' title='All Alone :D'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-115470523180866533</id><published>2006-08-04T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T11:27:11.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>balderdash!</title><content type='html'>At the age of 3...he was innocent, cute..and wanted to be a bus driver;using metal plates for steering wheels, he would go "brrrrrrrrr drrrrrrr kichak kichak brrrrrr" and sit in the window and drive his "bus".&lt;br /&gt;At 6...he was still innocent, a little less cute, and wanted to be an auto driver. with an old alarm clock for a meter, and imaginary handlebars and bhompu- he would still sit in the same window, and have the same three stops as the bus above-killing the advantage that an auto would have- the convenience of delivery at doorstep. but then, he was innocent!&lt;br /&gt;At age 9, still pretty innocent, but showing signs of the ugliness-the patented bigggg nose becoming more and more prominent, he wanted to become a monk. deeply attached to his surrounding, the boy enjoyed the company of sadhus, learnt his cycling, his badminton, and his tabla.. and  believed that this was what was ordained by the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;At age 12, he was first exposed to the crude reality of school bus-life, he took to it with a breezy start, first speaking blasphemic four-lettered words..for fun, then reaching puberty-and with it realizing unexpected attractions to(since it's my blog.let's write from too!!) and from young girls. he wanted to be a guy with a shirt that caught the wind when he rode the bike and wanted to be a sportsman. terribly competitive, he was already turning into one of the beasts that society produces...ugly,foul-mouthed,two-faced,and very physical.&lt;br /&gt;At age 15, for the want of career creativity, he decided, to be an engineer. A few years later, and loads of hiccups along the way- including 2 years of living in pure dread...he got into what he thought was the do-all and end-all. For the next 4 years, he had the ride of his life. career took a back-stand. he played,made friends,romanced,went out,and double-digitized the number of movies he had seen in a thatre. Along the way, he displayed delalyed teenage symptoms- unruliness, ill-temper and frigging pimples!! Right at the very end, torn between his career path and his personal life, he chose the latter..and ended up...away..from most of his family and friends bar one in each category. he lives on..not to regret it, however.&lt;br /&gt;At age 22... he got serious abt all the things around him in life...he started thinking, made fewer friends, finally was thrust into his career path owing to the choices he made and generally turned calmer and quieter..though people who crossed his path will say during this period will say.."He was quite a wild person."&lt;br /&gt;And now..at 25.. he looks back...and thinks... what an interesting life, i have led. i am sure everyone around me will want to read abt it and will want a piece of it.. and in a few gloated moments of adrenaline built by that bloated,pathetic ego of his.. he writes a piece abt his life..and leaves u all to suffer it.&lt;br /&gt;But, it's worth it he says.. another year has gone by.. and he has turned freaking 25!!!! if he does not pen this down, in a few more years, he would have forgotten abt his childhood-shoddy memory, career pressures, added pressures of a family maybe...&lt;br /&gt;this is it..the silver anniversary of his romance with mother earth;  he looks at what he has turned into.... and thinks he has no regrets...amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-115470523180866533?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/115470523180866533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=115470523180866533&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115470523180866533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115470523180866533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/08/balderdash.html' title='balderdash!'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-115388767175669148</id><published>2006-07-26T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:21:11.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>here goes</title><content type='html'>Don't think i'll get my 40...so... whatever..i move on!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share my darkest experience.. i can say that i have tried both sides!!! it was a while ago.. but never had the balls to tell anyone!! and the weird thing is.. naah..never mind!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: living alone has its advantages.. clothes don't wear out as fast :) and of course one can save on detergent too!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-115388767175669148?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/115388767175669148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=115388767175669148&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115388767175669148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115388767175669148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/07/here-goes.html' title='here goes'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-115371178814847999</id><published>2006-07-23T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:33:21.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm..</title><content type='html'>Well, I have too much time on my hands... And I didn't want to deprive all you people.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Jai- ok ok, i know what will come next, so please shup! but seriously, i have way tooo much time on my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 a.m.- Alarm sounds, i wake up stunned, it's a daily routine!! shut it off, i wish i could bang it like they do it in the movies, but then (a) i ain't rich enough (b) more importantly, it's my cell phone.. i don't want to lose another one!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 a.m.- am up, am up!!! the next few minutes.. the same old shit that we all do :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:15 a.m.- josh!! am all enthu- get ready and go for a run, and well three times already it has been raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:15 a.m.- back and shower ( just for the record, i am training to run the Chicago Marathon on Oct 22,2006!! mark the date people, it might just be the day i die!! ) thulp breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:40 a.m.- (purely fictional) get out of the house and head to the office...slog my butt off till 5:00 p.m., with a 15 min break for lunch!! give them my brains, my devotion and my sincerity for the money!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 p.m.-wash, and freshen. strategize, what must i do next?? three things to do- go running again/head out for a walk by the lake.. lake michigan rocks by the way- this time of the year! loads of girls, loads of activities, good fun to hang ard and do nothing or keep running behind some hot chick (but this will happen only after 7 p.m. too hot!); or go walking around the neighborhood, plenty of nice shops and small activity centers to check out- boy, it reminds me of india all over again!, or laze and browse and keep at the computer till i start salivating!&lt;br /&gt;ultimately, a mixture of all 3 is done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30 p.m.- either cook dinner or go to Barnes and Nobles and read for an hour, good pleasurable timepass.. loads of stuff to do at B&amp;amp;N. waise didi, i want to try vinod's scam!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:45 p.m.- pack lunch box for the next day.. (good one right!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:15 p.m.- hit the sack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: have not yet started working.. :D.. but i have a feeling, i'll stick to something as boring as this!!&lt;br /&gt;I miss soccer and tampa!!! i need to find more ppl playing soccer here!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i love blogging!! tried keeping away, just can't!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i want atleast 40 comments..so buggers..get down to it!! start filling my sheet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-115371178814847999?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/115371178814847999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=115371178814847999&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115371178814847999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115371178814847999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/07/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm..'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-115259588367426838</id><published>2006-07-11T01:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T01:31:23.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And I End Too</title><content type='html'>This is it people.. The end!! Thank you all, those who have read me through and through, those who have jumped in and made life interesting... this is the lastest post EVER!!!! asta la vista..&lt;br /&gt;may god bless all of you..and may you all have a wonderful,interesting life... love you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muah and a huge hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-115259588367426838?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/115259588367426838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=115259588367426838&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115259588367426838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115259588367426838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-i-end-too.html' title='And I End Too'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-115257435774319662</id><published>2006-07-10T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T12:07:33.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Cup Ends</title><content type='html'>The World Cup is over.. and Italy have been crowned champions...Ho hum ho hum.. good for them italians..&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful time..all the highs..the lows..the adrenaline..etc etc..i went through the entire spectrum of emotions..I went into ecstasy with the argentine goal against serbia to go up 2-0- a piece of art; i cried with nedved-when the czechs were knocked out, their indiscipline costing them dear;i whooped for joy when henry scored against the bloody brazilians; i felt betrayed when ronaldo contrived to send off wayne rooney; i felt the buckling of the body when michael owen injured himself- the frustration when the french would just not score the second goal against the koreans and were dealt the sucked punch;i pinched myself in disbelief when the portugese played the dutch- did it really happen?? what a sad advertisement for football; i felt the adrenaline when the australians fought back in the last 10 minutes to kick the japs; i felt my heartbeat go up a million times when the italians scored in the 118th minute against the germans; i felt the steely determination that the french showed to dismiss the spaniards, the brazilians and the portugese- a generation of gifted players who wanted to postpone their retirement- i felt it all; and i felt it all whooshing out of me when the italians lifted the cup- the end of another adventure...&lt;br /&gt;But, for one inexplicable minute, i felt nothing but immense shattering pain- the image of the most gifted footballer that i think i will ever see on live tv, playing the last match of his career on the greatest stage of 'em all- losing his calm, his composure and lashing out. he has always been a bit of a bad boy- i think it comes with great talent- maradona was a bad boy too, so was dennis bergkamp, so were many others... but to see him do it... at that instant.. was just numbing.&lt;br /&gt;To think that millions of people, for whom football means just watching the WC finals, and who will keep this image of the man, its just sad. he has done a lot more for football- he has enthralled audiences, he has captivated an entire generation, he has been named the best footballer in the past 50 years in Europe, he was the most expensive player in the world- i think he still is; he was the torchbearer for a number of immigrants in france- the son of algerian parents who showed that it is possible to be embraced in the mainstream of society; the man who was shunned by clubs in his youth cos they felt he was not good enough- Marseille you missed out- big time;&lt;br /&gt;I toast to you my man- for all the joys, all the thrills and the frills that you gave me.. the languid grace.the roullettes.. the calm passing.. the pure unadulterated joy... thank you! but, i will keep this enduring image too....to show that everyone is human, after all. that your game was out of the planet but you finally showed that your emotions are not!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-5741014082521598113" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" salign="TL" flashvars="playerMode=embedded"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zy3YbEiYMc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zy3YbEiYMc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-115257435774319662?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/115257435774319662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=115257435774319662&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115257435774319662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115257435774319662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-cup-ends.html' title='The World Cup Ends'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-115234299453694741</id><published>2006-07-08T03:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T03:20:54.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does a Video then speak a 1000 words a frame? :)</title><content type='html'>After what i thought was a nice picture that got quite a few people excited, lets tone it down a bit and make it a little more humorous with no chance for wild thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;Made a trip to Austin,TX.. pretty place... loads of good things to do! but nothing better than to laugh ur balls of me thinks... proudly presenting the madcap family :) my sis and jiju :D&lt;br /&gt;Pardon  me for the poor quality of the video though!! sorry about that...kindly adjust feeful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5aUAiSlu1yY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5aUAiSlu1yY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-115234299453694741?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/115234299453694741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=115234299453694741&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115234299453694741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115234299453694741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/07/does-video-then-speak-1000-words-frame.html' title='Does a Video then speak a 1000 words a frame? :)'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-115219919268232773</id><published>2006-07-06T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T11:19:52.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does a picture really speak a 1000 words?? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/pig_horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/400/pig_horse.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-115219919268232773?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/115219919268232773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=115219919268232773&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115219919268232773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115219919268232773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/07/does-picture-really-speak-1000-words.html' title='Does a picture really speak a 1000 words?? :)'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-115179236169575673</id><published>2006-07-01T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T18:19:21.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunjan's Tryst with Poetry</title><content type='html'>Your misty eyes&lt;br /&gt;Tingles my heart&lt;br /&gt;Your sensuous lips&lt;br /&gt;Seems as strawberry tart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t go away&lt;br /&gt;Please do stay&lt;br /&gt;Make my day&lt;br /&gt;In your special way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips are quivering&lt;br /&gt;My body shivering&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Desires fall in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no don’t kiss me now&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me once&lt;br /&gt;Don’t rush things&lt;br /&gt;Till passion subdues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;I really love YOU…….&lt;br /&gt;Your misty eyes&lt;br /&gt;Tingles my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can i say???? other than LMAO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-115179236169575673?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/115179236169575673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=115179236169575673&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115179236169575673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115179236169575673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/07/gunjans-tryst-with-poetry.html' title='Gunjan&apos;s Tryst with Poetry'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-115151581182358477</id><published>2006-06-28T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T13:44:22.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaaarrrrrrrrghhhh</title><content type='html'>I have so much time on hand, its ridiculous! I wake up at odd hours, sleep at odd hours, and in between i do odd stuff. I think i am turning into an odd ball! such a contrast from last week, when i had an awesome week! (thanks di and jiju) But, the best part of this enhanced velagiri is the fact that i have time to collect my life and the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Ever realized that life is always loaded against you? You think you have it all, but life has this habit of knocking you off, at those crucial things where you are most comfortable and most confident.&lt;br /&gt;You think you love the job- next day you are laid off; you love someone- though love is a term that is overhyped about and over used- and pfffttt.. suddenly its all smoke and broke; you are healthy as a log- and then suddenly you are so fallow and weak that you dont know what hit you. You know what i am talking about- right! and once u have been hit and weak, then ull be hit repeatedly, in more spots. so take the first few blows well..and laugh it away!!&lt;br /&gt;And as many of u, in ur heights of being blue- would have realized the ultimate truth- there never is anyone looking out for you. only one way to get out of a rut- pull urself out.&lt;br /&gt;I think i am now a paranoid person- i just cannot envisage a happy life; infact i look for something to go wrong, makes me feel comfortable. S&amp;amp;M people might call it- but thats just the way i am.&lt;br /&gt;And right now, i am damn pissed!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,just for the record,this is the third time i am using the same title for my blog! Does that make me a perpetually sullen guy?? or is it just my paranoia?? :D&lt;br /&gt;And no questions asked and none will be answered!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-115151581182358477?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/115151581182358477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=115151581182358477&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115151581182358477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115151581182358477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/06/aaaaaarrrrrrrrghhhh.html' title='Aaaaaarrrrrrrrghhhh'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-115126382075803338</id><published>2006-06-25T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T16:52:39.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bedtime Story</title><content type='html'>He looked left..right.. up..down...all around... with a guilty look on his face.. prayed that no one would move..and fired away...once he was done- no one would be alive. ultimately, with a lift of his eyebrow, he nodded his head in choice disapproval at the carnage and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;He was a born killer. Seeing the violent streak in him, his parents changed his diet to a purely vegeterian one, in the hope that it would calm him down (they survived simply cos of the perennial family disease- the boy had it too!) . But, no.. if anything it seemed to aggravate him even more. After umpteen prayers to the Goddess, and breaking coconuts at the temple of the family deity, they finally decided to offer him to the lord to ease the sufferings for others. But, as luck would have it, in the case of most villains, a lion attacked his would-be assassin, and then was promptly killed by the little boy (such amazing power..!!)&lt;br /&gt;Many a year, he lay in wait- he was old enough to know that he was the son of the king, when they planned to kill him. He waited and waited...in the forest, foraging for food, and hunting down animals much bigger than himself with his strange strength- all along dreaming only of winning back his kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;He prayed to the Heavens above to ease his sufferings. Nothing changed- and well, as young boys do, he grew up into a handsome regal man, and his prowess grew too. There were talks about the radiant youth who lured travellers and killed them in one single stroke and was busy building a small treasure trove in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;The king was at a loss for words. He knew it had to be his son- but there was no way he could be stopped- not after the prophecy that no man could enter within 100 yards of him and hope to survive (man= human being..this aint no LOTR.. and the boy aint no lord of the nazgul! :D.. and remember i aint no sydney sheldon- my main protagonist will never be a female :D)&lt;br /&gt;And then, an old man rose. He said he had an invention that could get the prince back to the normal world, allow him to be king..and yet not try to steal away from the prince his powers! He went to the woods, and spoke loudly to the youth (using a "loudspeaker"). The prince liked what he heard, and agreed to walk back with the arrangement. And thus, was the greatest ruler on the face of the earth crowned king.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, in this small kingdom were invented the two greatest inventions of mankind- the loudspeaker and the surgical masks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mebbe this will help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dhadham bhudam bhayam naa-asti&lt;br /&gt;suiyee guiyee cha madhyame&lt;br /&gt;tuss puss mahaa ghoram&lt;br /&gt;nishabdam prana sankatam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Thanks to Anita !!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah..the perennial family disease was...??? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-115126382075803338?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/115126382075803338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=115126382075803338&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115126382075803338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115126382075803338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/06/bedtime-story.html' title='The Bedtime Story'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-115109548905690941</id><published>2006-06-23T16:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T19:18:06.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips :D</title><content type='html'>Do your eyes water when u cut onions? if they dont naturally, you are weird; if they do, try chewing a gum, especially a cardamom gum..stops the watering...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you losing hair? use some olive oil...and mix a few drops of rosemary oil (something like that), and spray ur head with it.. :D and hope for the best! am sure someone on the comment sheet will state this more clearly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to watch the WC and your girlfriend ain't letting you? Contact anil on the comment sheet for loads of good and even more not so good reasons :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to impress a girl? heres a good one-liner... " feed two birds with one seed" a take from the kill two birds with one stone..its gentler..and shows ur humane side (hahahaha)..the difficult part is to get the conversation to this one-liner :D...other times... just letting her know that shes damn pretty will excite her vain side...worth a try! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your girl complain about how that one other girl has a good voice? this is the bestest ever.. learnt it yday in austin-.. feed the other girl.. some helium... how?? i dont know..thats ur prob.and hear her squak :))))) its really really cool!! this is a cool party trick too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want a cool party game? beer pong! its fun. the objective is to drop a ping pong ball in beer glasses of the opposite team.. once u do that.. your opponents have to drink all the beer glasses in front of them. usually a 2-on-2 game, with 2 beer glasses in front..(mebbe we play 2-0n-2 for economical reasons :D) ..gets the girls drunk.. cos most girls suck at aiming at their balls.. pun unintended :D and if u are a guzzler..u can lose and drink lots!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fart a whole lot of smelly ones?? Then try this... put a small onion in your butt creek for about 15 mins.. then have a  shower in such a condition.. and then carefully remove the onion..and flush it away.. i guarentee you...your farts wont smell...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smelly arm-pits? do not even work with a lot of deodorant??hmmm... try bathing! if u are a regular bather.. then try coating the armpits with besan (hindi word) overnight.. it really cures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i have answered all the questions u ever wanted answers about... i have one of my own..please answer...Why do u all think i am so cool??? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see i am damn jobless...and am looking for some self-bashing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-115109548905690941?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/115109548905690941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=115109548905690941&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115109548905690941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115109548905690941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/06/tips-d.html' title='Tips :D'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-115086875773705433</id><published>2006-06-21T01:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T01:45:57.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RUDY!!!!</title><content type='html'>You can watch some movies-one time and feel touched.. you can watch others- a few times before ur dumb head can register what its all about and then feel touched.. and then there are some others that touch you with their simplicity, the honest portrayal of events and the honest desciprtion of the brutal truth that is life.&lt;br /&gt;Rudy is one such movie. I can see it like a million times, and each time, I am left with an overwhelming feeling of triumph, of joy, and of looking at my life and thanking god for what i have.&lt;br /&gt;What a story... i just love it! If you have seen it... then you know what i am talking about.. For the rest, here goes....&lt;br /&gt;A small town boy.. follows a college football team all his life and dreams of going and playing for the team.. his poor grades and unsupporting family.. all lead him to nearly give up his dream.. how he fights back against all odds.. and how he gets  one chance to prove his worth..in the final game of his college career...its simply superb!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen the movie..please see it! no more words!go watch it!!!&lt;br /&gt;For the uninitiated, its a little like Jo Jita Wohi Sikandar.. only that its an even more honest depiction of events..!!!watch it, you'll love it.. and you'll thank me for this lead!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This is one movie that can actually make me cry!!!! people will say that i cried for others.  GB u might have something to add..but this one..i can fill a bucket!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-115086875773705433?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/115086875773705433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=115086875773705433&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115086875773705433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115086875773705433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/06/rudy.html' title='RUDY!!!!'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-115068831115897005</id><published>2006-06-18T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T06:21:39.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Train.. of thoughts!</title><content type='html'>saw my table..got reminded of how much fight i had to put to get into shape!! which led me to think abt my skills with tools- reminded me of iit workshops....and in a flash...i was back to my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;those high castles.. those maids...all those people feeding me with silver spoons... :D.. on more realistic terms..i remember very little... only fleeting memories..and some stolen moments!! and then i thought about all those things that have shaped me into the person i am.. here are my top picks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) pepsi... not the cola.. the 50p, Re1 pepsi.. frozen coloured water..stored in packets :).. aah sweet bliss.. i still remember asking mum for Rs2 for Soya milk ( hated it...ewwww) and use it to buy this pepsi.. used to feel on top of the world then to have 2 on the bus..and 2 on the walk back home.. duh! :) red color was my fave..there was a milk version to it.. had it once a week as a treat! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Cadbury- i think this was a routine in most households..or a similar one atleast... i used to get a big bar of cadbury during exams..i was allowed to eat one piece..or two..depending on the size of that block..each day..i remember savoring every second that the cadbury was in my mouth.. somehow, chocolates dont have the same impression on me anymore, nor do i feel any cravings for them now! familiarity..they say..breeds contempt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Frooti- as a kid.. it was deeply ingrained into me..that fizz was bad!! dont ask me why.. i hate fizz again now..but its outta choice..anyway.. frooti and maaza were the only soft drinks for me.. i loved/still love the green tetrapack of frooti.. it reminds me of home..comfort..etc etc.. dont ask me why! but thats just it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Cheap games- hide and seek... langadi(hahaha.i used to play the throw-stone-do-weird-stuff- pick-stone-get-back-to-home-base games..and i really enjoyed it.. ).. seven stones (classic)... jolly..mafai..thumsup.. chain.. heaven(was a paper game!!), maarampeeti,i-spy (also called ice pice :)) ) .. playing some level of sword fight with the buds of the gulmohar tree.. looting kites (i was like a little tramp..running all over the roads..looting kites..for a really long time..i could not fly them and those were the best kite flying seasons of my life!!!)..and generally fooling around! i see kids now.. and i think they have a more complicated routine life!! and i feel bad for them ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Cricket... most indian kids.. esply the guys are made to play cricket at an early age.. why?? cos it simply is religion in india.. i lost a blue bat.. a brand new one..and i remember crying forever.. and searching like mad all over the playground..before going home..and sheepishly admitting to losing it.. expected a tough talking down..but just got a "are you alright" lecture... and just when i was feeling better... i was blasted.. hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Potato Fry- yummm!! need i say anymore?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Learning to ride a bicycle- Not a common experience.but i had a blast.it gave me my freedom. my wheels :)..and i had plenty of accidents.. i started off with a huge cycle..and boy.. did i have some nasty falls... i first realized then..that a knock on the balls..can be really really really painful! that horizontal rod on hero ranger- arrgh...nearly made me give up my manhood!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)The first kiss.... it was so divine..and so pure.. and so unexpected..and so special!! ppl who know me will say cha... and i will agree :)).that didnt happen till way later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) DD cartoons-god level.. jungle book,spiderman, giant robot ( this had no particular timings .. made it all the more special), vikram vikram vikram..betal betal betal :)),&lt;br /&gt;PS: also remember those agro serials on DD?? i thght they were the worst max..but in hindsight they were probly the most informative on DD then!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Throwing milk down the drain routine- I hated milk on a few days..and could never ever get myself to have it.. no matter how hard i tried on those days..had to devises ingenious ways to dispose it off..and no..am not revealing it here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did these things mould me?? i dont know ..i figure that since i remember them..they must have had some meaning in my life..eh?? :))so long.. hope this post gets the kid out in you! Go have a cassata ice-cream on me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-115068831115897005?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/115068831115897005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=115068831115897005&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115068831115897005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115068831115897005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/06/train-of-thoughts.html' title='Train.. of thoughts!'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-115024881849203857</id><published>2006-06-13T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T03:22:09.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's too good!! :)</title><content type='html'>Finally one for the rogue's gallery people. Poor ol' tired me!! after a tough day watching the WC matches!!&lt;br /&gt;Point 1: i am not usually that dirty....i do have a bath..and my room has seen better days..and my mattress does have sheets!&lt;br /&gt;Point 2: i havent had a complaint from anyone that i snore.. this i believe is an aberration!&lt;br /&gt;Point 3: the snoring, if considered, is my only fault!! so do not be scared of me..please!!&lt;br /&gt;Point 4: Enjoy.. and overlook all the above points anyway&lt;br /&gt;Point 5: I dont know why i am putting it up.. the masochist in me i guess!! but i know u guys will have a laugh..so will the ladies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnhJuPXIn8o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnhJuPXIn8o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="350"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-115024881849203857?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/115024881849203857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=115024881849203857&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115024881849203857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115024881849203857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-ones-too-good.html' title='This one&apos;s too good!! :)'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-115008255990258027</id><published>2006-06-11T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T23:33:57.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Newspapers!</title><content type='html'>I am amazed..simply amazed by the e-editions of Indian Newspapers..they are as sleazy as sleazy can ever be!!! Today's headlines- I repeat headlines, on the Times of India- read "Item Girl Rakhi Sawant has filed a molestation case against singer Mika for forcibly kissing her" Duh!!!! I agree we are a lascivious country-( you say we are not- dudes..look at the population :D..how did it come about??), but this has to take the cake. Unbelievable headline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some softening. Ok- I agree, they have one sleazy caption like this everyday and it is indeed not a headline but just the way they arrange their newspaper on the net; their unique identity they once called it, having a catchy photograph and a gossipy article (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rolling over eyes...yeah.. whatever!!.. if that was ever an identity, then the Khajuraho Temples have the right to it- minus the captions of course!&lt;/span&gt;) but, can't come up with something better? They call themselves the Times of "INDIA" for heaven's sakes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine at work wanted to look at an Indian newspaper- I tried "The Hindu"- the site took a while to open and froze the net for a good few seconds- friend went "wince wince"- oh i forgot the one pop-up that made it out too. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, The Hindu atleast gives its readers that it is a serious newspaper- it gives some views of happenings atleast-thank god for that&lt;/span&gt;) He said another please, this one's not too iwell organized. I was a little offended, but I said ok- let me try TOI- out came 3 terrific pop-ups and then Rakhi babe. Too good! What an impression about Indian standards. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After all the good impression they formed seeing me, that was a let-down :D&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the bloody buggas update it at their own free wish and will. I made some smart-ass comment about livng in Hyd to Shweta in 2002 that got published thanks to her the next day. It was out on the e-edition in 2005!! WTF??!! Ok, maybe that ain't too much of an issue because I ain't no big fry. But, it takes them forever to even update headlines. I heard about some major issue ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I shall avoid talking about that issue in this post!&lt;/span&gt;) a good 18 hours after it happened on the TOI website. Don't newspapers have a moral responsibility to get the news out ASAP?? Isin't that what they are for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sooner they realize that the e-editions are going to be big profit makers in the long run; and the best way to flash headlines and interesting events as they unravel; and hence, the addded importance of making the e-edition as eye-pleasing as possible- the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, consider the big advantage- the better their e-edition, the more readers they'll have on the net, the fewer the actual paper readers, the more their profits as the middle newspaper men are eliminated. That's what they want right! More importantly, the lesser trees that have to be cut. A little too far-fetched you might say, but food for thought- right!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are on the topic of newspapers, loads of people from AP will confess to reading and even loving another shady newspaper called Deccan Chronicle- apna DC :). It had the highest circulation ( or thereabouts!)- and is the shabbiest newspaper ever! The Editorial once ended in the middle of a sentence- a middle of a paragraph- and to top it all, no apologies the next day either!! I loved all the gossip it came with though. I feel these bloody newspapers must stop pretending to serve as newspapers and move over to the sleaze world. We want that, don't we? :) The more the sleaze magazines the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this because I am angry about no newspaper covering a superhuman effort by an Indian student in Duke (its Dooke) University. He ran the 100 metres in 10.06 seconds- shattering the Indian record in the process. He is young, and recovering from illness and can only get better. On being quizzed whether he wanted to run in the Olympics- he said, well in a couple of year's time I can probably make it to the American team- but I won't because I am an Indian-period. And I won't run for India, because no one supports me, finances me, no one even wants to publish my achievements in the newspapers. Damn sad!&lt;br /&gt;Anil- we are there for you mah man!! Keep running :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok- the last paragraph was BS, but I am sure many such people and missions are overlooked in the overzealousness support of sleaze by the media. Time to think and arrange the papers better please. Or people like me, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the over-dependent on the net one's&lt;/span&gt;" will stop following Indian happenings altogether. And believe me, there are more and more people like me... Anyone from the media listening??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-115008255990258027?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/115008255990258027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=115008255990258027&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115008255990258027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/115008255990258027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/06/newspapers.html' title='Newspapers!'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114975394052656036</id><published>2006-06-08T03:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T04:05:40.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>where?? where?? where??what?? why?? how?? when??? really??</title><content type='html'>he is a frigging monster....he was mean to me.. he took me out..the jerk did..and started dancing with tasha.. the asshole...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ohh my godd!! are u serious?? he did that??? i told u he looked like an asshole... u are better off without him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hey bra wassup(thats the way the drawl sounds..bro is what it stands for!!)..miami maan.. shaq and dwayne.. dwayne plays like akebi (some guy on the street i guess!!)..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sweet jesus...i want them to win..show that prick kobe what its all about!!&lt;/span&gt;yea bra..u get that right.. frigging lakers.. a whole show of nonsense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;acha suno.. aapne woh documents mangwaaliye?? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bhul gayaa!! abhi karwalenge!!&lt;/span&gt;har din postpone karte ho... aapko maa kaa aana pasand hi nahin hai...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kya bol rahi ho??har din chak chak!&lt;/span&gt;hmpph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;its unbelievable the kind of bullshit that bush puts us through..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well we voted him back in didnt we..&lt;/span&gt;thank god...we have a constitution that says..only 2 terms and no more..am pretty sure he would have won the third too..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good lord!! *guffaw*... but..well he does preside over a bunch of dumb people.. look at everyone ard!! (&lt;/span&gt;look at urself bitch!!)&lt;br /&gt;hey thats a pretty coat u have on there...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me? thanks..i saved for this one!&lt;/span&gt;well..it worked...it suits u..and brings out the best features in you... its comfortable..yet shows u well..if u know what i mean *wink*..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hahaha.. u arrreeee interesting!! .. i am kaylee..&lt;/span&gt;jack..the pleasures all mine!&lt;br /&gt;(this was actually in mandarin..but for the convenience of most of u.. i have translated it!!) the activity based model is all screwed..remember what we were talking in class about.. those bloody idiots didnt use a nested logit model...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but.. why should they?? see ..he has checked for the IIA property.. its all fine..&lt;/span&gt;but u got to be kidding me... blah blah!&lt;br /&gt;(and this one from italian!!.. also add loads of gesticulations..) cannavaro..nesta.. no zambrotta.. totti.. hmmm... sounds pretty interesting eh! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have my doubts about pirlo though.. time for de rossi.. what does the wife say tony? &lt;/span&gt;aah..same old..she wants some cheese..for the get together.. looks like rooney will play eh! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah... england do look strong..but they dont have the mental strength to win it... try the cesar shop on 42nd and madison.. good cheese..&lt;/span&gt;i go there regularly... i think henry will have a good tournament.. but the guy is too expensive...etc etc..(goes on to eternity.. dont their hands fall off????)&lt;br /&gt;but mom..i want that lipstick soooo bad!! u know thats the only thing i have asked of u in a while.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well..u shuld have saved from ur allowance...&lt;/span&gt;mom..i hate ya...u bought rob a nice bright new yellow truck..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but it was his birthday...&lt;/span&gt;so what?? this is unfair..so unfair *sulk*&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..i love you sweetheart....what do u think we do this evening? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;u naughty lil bastard.. i told u no games today.. i have a big exam next week..&lt;/span&gt;well..u said it yday too... i like it when u study.. it makes it more worthwhile...*peck peck* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hmmmm.....mmmm... *&lt;/span&gt;smoooch* (hot dog city)&lt;br /&gt;and here i go..blink blink... holding on..to that one pole thatll keep me from falling!! blissfully unaware of everything happening ard me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An everyday occurance in a train..plenty of converstaions..plenty of languages.. plenty of dialects and terrific spread of conversations... for an eavesdropper like me...this is like mannah from  heaven!! :))) .....if i were u..id make sure that ipod was plugged in real hard in my ears real hard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE OF THE TOP 10 INVENTIONS OF THE CENTURY: The portable music player..&lt;br /&gt;keeps the eavesdroppers away... helps u to listen to music..makes u look cool... keeps ur mind off things... and makes u feel like u own the world!! :) DO I HEAR ANYONE COMPLAINING ABT THIS ONE????!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114975394052656036?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114975394052656036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114975394052656036&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114975394052656036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114975394052656036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/06/where-where-wherewhat-why-how-when.html' title='where?? where?? where??what?? why?? how?? when??? really??'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114944318835203461</id><published>2006-06-04T13:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T14:02:22.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Didi- the monster!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;since i have tickled a few funny ribs including my own... i have been in a quandry..do i go with the flow?? do i make another funny post?? or do i just be random?? i feel like a film director.. the creme de la creme... and what does that make most of u who read my posts?? top actors and actresses... ok ok..jokes apart we do have one budding starrrrrrr among us ... soon to be seen on telly :D..the rest of us can just dream to be on tv :)...anyway...&lt;br /&gt;i got down thinking to all the funny things in my life... one thing comes straight to my mind .. actually 2..and didi ill never forgive u for them...:)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUT to SCENE 1&lt;br /&gt;A in class.. studious kid... (yeah yeah those were the days... II standard)&lt;br /&gt;Teacher- ok... blah blah blah.. do you know what AD is?? like in 1965 AD ( yes yes..i am old )&lt;br /&gt;A- me me me.. After Death (gloat)&lt;br /&gt;T- no.. no (what an oaf) its anno domini..blah blah.. year of the lord..blah blah&lt;br /&gt;A- am back home yayyyyy (no hobbes to knock the stuffing outta me... but as u will see i have an equivalent in my sister :D)&lt;br /&gt;A- akka.. did u know what AD means?&lt;br /&gt;Ani- Yes.. means anno domini&lt;br /&gt;A- ( looking up proudly at didi.. woww.shes smart) how did u know that?&lt;br /&gt;Ani- *grin* do u know what BC means?&lt;br /&gt;A- Before Christ?&lt;br /&gt;Ani- no u silly billy... come here let me tell you (secretly whispers into the ear).&lt;br /&gt;A- wow!! now teacher ask me tomorrow..gloat gloat.. (these were pre-google days!! no enthu for me to read books to cross check!)&lt;br /&gt;T- What is BC?&lt;br /&gt;A- me me me me meeeee...&lt;br /&gt;T- aah ok..anurag.u seem like u know the answer&lt;br /&gt;A- (imaginary trumpets ringing.... gets up slowly... looks ard.. smiles at the poor ignorant fools sitting in their chairs... chest pushed out....) yes, i do know the answer... tadaa tadaaa....&lt;br /&gt;BOMMA CAMINI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;T- What? you joker!! come here... whack whack.. stop making fun of this class!!!&lt;br /&gt;A- at home... amma..akka told me this..akka knows more than the teacher..akka cannot be wrong..( i actually supported you dodo... what a young naive fool i was!!! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SCENE 2&lt;br /&gt;A has turned 20..i think...way too long back!! ani is in the US..and calls once a while.. and we have a blast...anyway..nice convo going...suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- i cant hear a thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ani- something wrong with the connection... its cranky...&lt;br /&gt;A- yeah..sure sounds like it!!&lt;br /&gt;Ani-yeah..i know...let me call u back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to 2 mins later...tring tring...&lt;br /&gt;A- Hello ka&lt;br /&gt;Ani- hello hello hello&lt;br /&gt;A- what?&lt;br /&gt;Ani- can u feel it?? its an echo echo echo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- yeah...i sure can.. (getting excited) ma ma..come here. this is too much..the lines echoing.. wowww&lt;br /&gt;Ani- ha hahahaha hahahaha hahahahah ahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;A- cant make out if its an echo or not!!! still thinks its an echo!! :)&lt;br /&gt;Ma- u crazy idiot.. stop cracking such silly jokes...&lt;br /&gt;A- not again...cant believe shes made a fool of me...AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF STORY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114944318835203461?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114944318835203461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114944318835203461&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114944318835203461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114944318835203461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/06/didi-monster.html' title='Didi- the monster!! :)'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114923338423551597</id><published>2006-06-02T02:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T09:01:07.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wassup??</title><content type='html'>A-Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;Rahul- nee amma... this thesis is killing me ra baabu.. aa aa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;Adi- what da? putting pseud again aa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;Priya- hey! not  much.. (singing tone!!!) wassup with u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;Anil- nee amma... this hair on my chest is killing me!! that girl is driving me mad ra baabu.. shes one irritating woman..she gets onto my nerves..but i love her!!!&lt;br /&gt;A- hehe... sounds interesting..lets bitch again :)...pisssssuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;Anil- anuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;Kee-today, i woke up late..i went out with anil..we were out for 6 hours..i then had lunch.. i met reena.. spent some time with her..am going to stamford soon..am excited..am worried abt life though ra..too many things happening..i lost my shoelace... etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;A- blink blink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;Saikri- same old same old!! not much has changed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;Megs- wassssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssup?? ela unnav ra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;Shweta- damn busy ra..can i get back to you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;Didi- today..i went to the farm...i ploughed the land..i harvested tomatoes.. they gave me a bag full of veggies... am happy...&lt;br /&gt;A- wow!! terrific :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;Sid- Wassup enti ra nee talakaaya!! arre..neeku koncham sepu lo call chesta?? ok na!!&lt;br /&gt;(i love the way u put it softly dude..dil fe)&lt;br /&gt;A- sure ra.... baadacow..cheyyaka pote gudda pagals..&lt;br /&gt;Sid- orrei vonage em ayindi??&lt;br /&gt;A- tomorrow ra..tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;GB- oye.. dont put fake accent..i hate guys who have this american accent... i had one friend.. who i had a crush on..who came back from america and had an accent..ooh god..it was sooo bad. how are you?&lt;br /&gt;A- blink blink.. am ok (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;till now!!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;Banthi- em untadi nee amma...anta ala ne undi ra ...hmmm...how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;Bhargav- nothing much ra (followed by silence... no question ..nothing..makes u wonder if he wants to talk to you!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;Vishnu- aaa sky??&lt;br /&gt;A- nee amma..malli kullava?? nee valla nenu kuda ade answer andariki istunnanu ra yedava!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;Saikiran-aaa aaa umm where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;Kiran- sky is up... wats up there?&lt;br /&gt;A- whammmoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;Runa- eeendii raaaa adi?? (typical bhadrachalam accent!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;Sumanth- hey mama..em ledu ra..ela unnav?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;Megha- i cant hear anything.. i am in the theatre.. can i call you back?&lt;br /&gt;A- (again?? bewarse :D) sure ra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;Ravi- komandude :D kommondude!! eye yaam doooying wokay.. don't ask who is wokay,wokay?&lt;br /&gt;A- hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;Divya- hey ssupsup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Question- myriad answers.. each one uniquely different and all interesting.. :) brings out the best/ beast/worst out of most people..and just one word :) Many others have been left out owing to unoriginal answers.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114923338423551597?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114923338423551597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114923338423551597&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114923338423551597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114923338423551597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/06/wassup.html' title='Wassup??'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114908150434032237</id><published>2006-05-31T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T19:22:07.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>endearment?</title><content type='html'>what is it that makes us like someone and not like someone? i have grown uf..(i think) and watched innumerable feeful exfressing their love for each other... and i always find that a cute girl gets faired uf with an ugly dude..is it my ferceftion? i wondered... and then i talked to fanil.. the fukker from outersface.. he said..dude.. i think so too... and then he went on to add... how else would u exflain us dudes being single? the narcissist in me said... "oh yes.. makes furrfect sense", but in reality this cannot be further away from the truth.. we are comflete morons and do not deserve a woman anyway!!! fanil does not..i just added myself to make him feel good..&lt;br /&gt;anyway we sfoke about our struggles with the fairer sex... recent days have seen him being called a comflete unchanging nincomfoof..and me a freaking rowdy... by feeful who we believe like"d" us! (no u ferverts... like is what it is..nothing more!!!)&lt;br /&gt;and it got me thinking...do they still like us considering what they had just said... did they say it so that we became better fursons?? but how would they know that listening to their wild accusations and subsequent ideas to imfrove ourselves would make us better feeful ..... are they trying to bend us so that they can see what they like?? is it something as drastic as that?? am i really a bad fersun? did having that quality make me bad??mebbe it is my way of fighting back all that i have endured in my lifetime :D&lt;br /&gt;well..i fursunally do not take criticism too well... i either blow it...or i make unbelievable attemfts to change myself! in this case at hand... mums called me a rowdy too..so there shuld be some truth in the matter....&lt;br /&gt;well..i am trying not to be a rowdy..but its getting tough....i was just a sissy called yday...rowdy one day and a sissy another... !!! got me thinking.. mebbe its all in the ferceftions of feeful.. mebbe they are just jealous of who i am..and what i am :D ... then again mebbe not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these comflex thoughts have sent me into maniacal defression...and i am scared of the alfabet l,m,n,o (what comes next)!!!&lt;br /&gt;my fosition reminds me of the fython and the hermit story... if u have heard it..great..if u havent go read it...&lt;br /&gt;so from today..i shall hiss to disflay my rowdiness...and yet, try to tone it down!!! just one last frayer to make.... in the name of the lord.. stof making me like so many feeful... the fewer there are the fewer thatll want to talk to me and tell me what to do!! and the better it is for my simfle existence!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@fanil: once u make a choice..stick to it.. dont change ur mind... it gets exfensive..am talking abt the air ticket u fruit!! afflies to the women too though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FS/Disclaimer: the rowdy story has been said cos i have shed tears over my rowdy image..and i wanted an outlet :F.. kirkiri....will vouch for that...:F ..but have to come to terms with it now.. call me Faffu the Khatarnak Fillow Fighter :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114908150434032237?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114908150434032237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114908150434032237&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114908150434032237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114908150434032237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/05/endearment.html' title='endearment?'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114852152010630000</id><published>2006-05-24T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:45:20.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like to think of myself as a rational thinker.... maybe i was hasty in posting my previous post.. if u havent seen it..well no harm done!!! if u have..then u know what i am talking about... i want to read more and try and understand certain things...before i post my thoughts on such an issue!!&lt;br /&gt;if i have offended anyone...sorry.. if i havent...sorry to u too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will get back to everyone shortly!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114852152010630000?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114852152010630000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114852152010630000&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114852152010630000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114852152010630000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-like-to-think-of-myself-as-rational.html' title=''/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114848472890105998</id><published>2006-05-24T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T17:52:03.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ARRRRGGGHHHH</title><content type='html'>wake up at 3:30 am.. rush to brush tic tic toc toc.. wash face for eternity keep splashing warm and cold water on the eyes to shake off all the sleep and remove those bags under the eyes.. tic tic tic.. its 3:37 am.. focus... see the room around..take a few deep breaths.. tic tic all the while.. 3:40 am..eyes finally focus on the essentials. .. look around more.. tic tic toc... drink the glass of milk... tic tic toc toc. just wince over the cream at the bottom... 3:42 am.. tic tic toc toc.. peruse what must be browsed through...at a break neck speed.. 3:55 am... click on the tv... watch a couple of songs on MTV or one over if there is cricket being played in NZ/WI.. tic tic toc toc... 4:08 am.. put on clothes.. tic tic toc... slip on the floaters.. look around hazily for the vehicle keys.. is there a tad too much deo to make up for the "no bath" routine. i hope not.. tic tic toc.. 4:12 am.. run down the 5 flights of stairs.. one-half of the daily quota of exercise.. well not technically.. one might argue that more energy is spent on the way up!!! tic tic toc toc.. 4:14 am.. kickstart the vehicle.. 4:15 am.. brr its cold... but no place for the pullover... honk loudly..watchman opens gate... say prayers quietly.. hope that no rabid dog chases me down... they came close yday... too close.. .tic toc... 4:17 am.. vrooom out at max acc...and stay that way till the main arterial is reached... keep the speed anyway...the roads desolate.. not even the cock has crowed... no newspaper boys.. no milkmen...nobody..but a bunch of drunks...tic tic toc toc... 4:24 am.. cut off the engine... move in stealthily... and walk quietly along the shawdows and up the stairs.. take place in the appointed seat... 4:27 am... !!!...most of you know what happens for the next 6 hours... wham wham...jot jot jot;didnt know that;wow.thats cool;yawn..whats he talking... can we go soon please......&lt;br /&gt;come home exhausted...tic tic toc..half past 10... drained... wolf down breakfast.. thanks ma!! spend 30 secs in front of the mirror to decide what to do- shave or shower today?? tic tic tic.. always ticking.. watch tv for a short bit..&lt;br /&gt;and back to the grind... keep at it... tic tic toc toc... what time is it?? 2 pm nana.. already ma?? damn damn... this clock ticks so fast!!! mamma..wake me up at 3... tic tic toc toc.. already?? felt like 2 seconds!! damn... ma 2 more mins...tic..leyya ra (utho for non-telugu readers) please... those 2 mins were pure bliss.. tic tic toc toc.. back to the grind... either at home..or in the building!!! 7 pm... time for the daily break... off to the temple...tic tic toc toc ... pray hard.. sit in the calmness for a while...tic tic toc toc always..temples hurt... god take me thru this...back home ... nice dinner.thanks ma..all the while the damn clock ticks.. back to the grind.. keep at it.. push urself to the very edge of insanity.. tic tic toc toc.. 11 pm. time to sleep beta..not yet ma. some more time..tic tic toc toc.. 11:30 am.. now its time... i have to wake u up..and its difficult as it is please sleep now..!! ok ma...did i forget something..i hope not..tic tic toc.. i wish there were 30 hours in a day..tic tic toc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNOW THE ROUTINE??? i went through it.... and all i cared abt at the end of it all..was to get into a college of my choice!!! i agree there are people who did not have the facilities or the support that i had.... and that there must be methods to bring them upto a standard when they can be part of the so-called creamy layer of society...&lt;br /&gt;but is reservations the right way to go about it??? i dont think so!!! reservations only foster ill-will... and cause more mental trauma to the already pressurised kids.. cant u hear this? " beta.. is baar seaten kam ho gayee hain... aapko aur kaam karna hoga..."!!! more pressure for the kid... he festers ill-will from an early age..much like the redneckism in the US!!!&lt;br /&gt;Is something wrong with our educational system?? maybe... time to rethink importance attached to exams?? maybe....&lt;br /&gt;my major crib is this..... the reservation will not, in my opinion, help those who must really be helped.... it just allows some crass person to take advantage of his caste and make merry..thats what is unfair!!!&lt;br /&gt;what is the right way to go about things??? am not sure.... there is a saying... "do not stir a hornet's nest.. if you do not have enough reason!!" is there reason enough?? i dont know... and there is another story of an old woman telling an emperor in exile that the reason he failed was cos he attacked the main citadel always..she suggested he start slowly and gain strength.. food for thought..mebbe things need to be done on a more grass root level..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make basic education a compulsion... push for it!!! this is a fucking must!!!... then think abt everything else!!!! make sure every child has 2 square meals first...then think abt everything else.. make sure ..we have our classification of the oppressed categories right..then think abt evrything else!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never act in haste..... "look before u leap...!!!"...and i have learnt it too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114848472890105998?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114848472890105998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114848472890105998&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114848472890105998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114848472890105998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/05/arrrrggghhhh.html' title='ARRRRGGGHHHH'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114822046387445737</id><published>2006-05-21T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T13:38:30.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day</title><content type='html'>Let me not enumerate the date of the incident and spoil the fun. But, this is a god damned true incident....&lt;br /&gt;On a cold, wintry night, somwhere in Florida, (ok ok..it was in Tampa :D..notice the pun on winter in florida..hahah..i know i am sad), a young man.."our man"... driven by his dreams and passions boarded a spectacular flying machine (also known to the earthlings as an airplane). He was one of those men that demanded attention.. a pleasent disposition..easily replaced by a scowl :D... he had an aura of invincibility and inexplicable charm. Needless to say, all the women swooned...etc etc. Well, all these are normal occurances..so let us skip to the interesting part... and oh one more thing.. there was another man...impressive..but the quiet..often forgotten type..also making his way to the machine..along with a pretty lady in a red hot dress... the ones that cause all those accidents on the roads..anyway..forward to the details from the flying machine!!&lt;br /&gt;The "our man" was in his seat..and was listening to typical BS from the airplane staff. "This flotation device will help you when we hit the water... " His "flotation device" was not under his seat..and his neighbor saw two big holes in hers.. he joked it off..and his charm eased nerves of people around him.. it helped them that he was a champion swimmer..and one look at his enormous forearms..made teh woman realize that she was sure to be rescued to safety just by hanging on to him..and it pleased her to think of such possibilities..and she blushed (how do i know it? i am psychic..so shut up and read) .. "in case of a dropping in air pressure............ if u are travelling with children...look at all of them and then think which one might support u first... place a mask over him/her first..and then let him know u did it..and then pray that he survives".. a sad attempt at humor....but all the nervous earthlings around roared in laughted... the laugh of the sacrificial lambs...he thought..."small voice" chuckles big time... "lady in red" acknowledges the joke with a wave of her hand...tra la la...&lt;br /&gt;Well...after all the typical flight traveling crap...if u are familiar with american airlines (that was a general statement to talk abt all american flying agencies..pun unintended)...u are served one measly drink..full of ice!!!!!...and one packet of nuts.. and u are scowled upon if u are a) not the hero of the story and/or b)ask for a drink refill; and some general air current swirling; and somebody always laughs loudly/coughs loudly... and sets off a trigger mechanism...all typical of the nervousness in the airplane..earthlings hate these machines... no matter what they say abt enjoying flights...."small voice" shifts uneasily.... listening to his music..and worrying abt his bad breath...&lt;br /&gt;and..we forward to the landing stage.. the machine talks to some "tower" and decides that it will land on runway 1... "our man" coos into the ear of the lady...and tells her not to worry.. that he will take care of her in any eventuality...the pilot starts his descent.. and a small voice croaks...yet demands some attention... omg!! we are going with the wind..we'll never land it in place..no way... "our man" says..rubbish..i have flown all my life..that stuff never happens..all engineering bullshit.what has to happen will happen..and this plane will land... guffaws.. girl laughs uneasily.. small voice is getting some attention finally....2-3 minutes pass..we are going lower and lower..and are 20-30 ft from the ground.. and the pilot comes closer and closer to the ground.."our man" smiles smugly.."didnt-i say-it" smile.."small voice" grimaces and prepares for touchdown...&lt;br /&gt;and then suddenly......&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the pilot takes off&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;all at once..people start becoming uneasy..the recent spate of documentaries has not helped... flash memories...ppl screaming... and then something smells ... "our man", inspite of all his bravado... lets out a stench of unbearable proportions... the soft pccch ones :D... the lady looks on horrified...now that hes scared.shes scared even more..."small voice" hands her a napkin to cover her nose and prevent fainting.. :D..and then everyone laughs abt it... the nervous slaughter lambs laughter again..."our man" losing his aura i see.."small voice" understands the technical aspects of it..and makes a small sermon..abt two runways roughly at 90deg to each other for all major airports..to allow for landings from the best possible direction depending on the wind... "lir" smiles at him...and thanks for making it scientific...now she knows what it is..does not understand it of course..but it calms her anyway... "our man" starts sweating too.. but calms down seeing "small voice"&lt;br /&gt;the pilot makes a landing...but from the opposite side of the runway..apparently the wind changed direction all of a sudden...turned 180 degrees.. but "small voice" saw it...a good few mins before.....what does that mean??.. it means ...we are in a neglected world..and everything becomes so monotonous..that people dont stop to care for small subtleties...atleast not too many people do anyway..also a couple of other morals...will be followed down at the end!&lt;br /&gt;then "our man" gets up..and shouts out... "small voice" predicted that this would happen.. clap for him please...and then "small voice" is allowed out first by everyone... never mind that he is in row 22 of a 33 row plane!!!.. an honor not usually bestowed ever.. :) "small voice" is finally getting the attention he merits!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;1) he who boasts is usually full of BS... unless he is IITian :D&lt;br /&gt;2) IITians generally rock :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;3) No..i was not "our man" :)&lt;br /&gt;4) Yes... i was small voice....&lt;br /&gt;5) Engineers in general rock... its an unglamorous profession,but..sometimes u get small rewards for good judgement :)..that walk was pretty cool :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114822046387445737?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114822046387445737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114822046387445737&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114822046387445737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114822046387445737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114790452271632204</id><published>2006-05-17T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T18:22:02.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2-1</title><content type='html'>i have been called a rowdy...and arsenal loses....&lt;br /&gt;atleast kirkiri is back!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114790452271632204?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114790452271632204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114790452271632204&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114790452271632204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114790452271632204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/05/2-1.html' title='2-1'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114774352814840217</id><published>2006-05-15T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:38:48.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for THE NIGHT ......</title><content type='html'>May 17th,2006.......will remain forever etched in my head!!!! The 50th edition of the European Cup re-christened " Champions League" and what a final it promises to be. Arsenal vs Barcelona... i call it in that order simply cos of the Gallic influence that Arsenal has.. pires, henry, clichy, cygan, flamini, and last but not the least arsene wenger. Years of domination at the domestic level, and desperately poor performances in Europe have been revesed.. this year.. a new Arsenal has emerged.. one that knows how to defend its citadel, an Arsenal that is ready to compromise on its beautiful football promise just to grind out results that matter... Jose Mourinho has had an influence on Arsenal after all :)...&lt;br /&gt;Who would have betted on an Arsenal team faltering domestically to perform this well...that too without its stalwarts... vieira-sold, campbell-injured or mentally tortured, ashley cole, lauren -injured; pires,reyes,ljunberg-erratic; bergie-unavailable as usual in the away games..and getting not a day younger, but a new crop has emerged- fabregas, flamini, toure, eboue, hleb, senderos, van persie and with the ever consistent performers henry and gilberto to back them...this talented bunch has taken arsenal to heights never before scaled..at this point one must point out the influence Lehmann has had in Europe in between the sticks for Arsenal.. without him..they would probably be out.. inspite of all his ridiculous tantrums.. he has etched a place for himself in the Gunners' History books...&lt;br /&gt; for years... arsenal have faced the taunts of liv'pool and more importantly manutd fans..  it took manutd 8 years of domestic domination before that amazing culmination in 1999..and let us not forget that remains their greatest night to date...the famous treble... that they have won not more than horse-shit in Europe..and it has been true....the time has come... the time to change it all.. to end what has thus far been an ordinary season to culminate on one glorious night in dazzle and razzmatazz :)..Paris oo Paris... here we come!!&lt;br /&gt;And what better team to play the final against.. Barcelona.. with its high profile starcast.. the club has played the best football on the planet for close to two years now... but as we all know.. the best team on the night wins... does not matter..how well you have played previously.. does not matter how long you dominate in a game... you just need to win on the night.. liverpool proved it last season that nothing is impossible..Nothing is......&lt;br /&gt;And i see many parallels in the Liverpool season of 2004 with this Arsenal season... it just changed that Arsenal pipped Tottenham outright for the 4th spot in the EPL... lets hope the differences end there...&lt;br /&gt;Here is my dream scenario.. Arsenal win...no matter how... and Henry does a Gerrard and stays on to lead the Gunners out into the Emirates stadium..next season!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And i await with bated breath....for Henry and Puyol to lead out the two teams that play the most attractive football in the world.... for that dream final....&lt;br /&gt;May the best team win... only if its Arsenal....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLORY TO THE GUNNERS!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114774352814840217?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114774352814840217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114774352814840217&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114774352814840217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114774352814840217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/05/waiting-for-night.html' title='Waiting for THE NIGHT ......'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114745219899338086</id><published>2006-05-12T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T12:43:19.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna be like him ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/1919852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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First, Schumi proved (in my view).. that the Ferrari is back...and that monaco was not a flash in the pan...and that i am indeed a Ferrari mascot... for the second race in a row..i woke up..saw bits and parts of the race.. and hey, presto.. we won...:D..go go go schumi!!!! ..not yet there..but time for alonso to start a little sweating. actually time for alonso to start quaking... with a semi-reliable car... (again my own views :D) the master is showing what a good driver can do!!! 86 fucking wins- the man is to F1 what Bradman is to cricket... phenom :) ..and he is a cold blooded calculated winnomaniac.. all features that i admire :)..you got to bend the rules to the fullest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/_41645790_schumassa416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/400/_41645790_schumassa416.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other Red story is, of course, Highbury's last match!!! The curtain comes down on the narrowest pitch that i have seen.... but what memories... the last 6-7 years are all clear in my memory... i have been sensationalized by the immortal Bergie..the speedy overmars.. the hardfaced vieira... judas campbell (for all u spurs fans), tony adams... robert pires.. ljunberg.. sylvan wiltord.. gilberto.. cesc.. van persie.. toure..eboue.. ashley cole.. hleb.. kanu.. van bronk.. sylvinho... lauren.. keown... seaman... lehmann... ..but none has captured the spirit of arrogant, attractive football more than one Mr.Thierry Henry...&lt;br /&gt;for many years..the left wing combination of ahsley cole.. robert pires and henry..was simply the best ...in the world..... injuries... old age..and loss of form..have jacked it a bit.. the first two have lost a bit of steam..but henry still remains unstoppable..... a hat-trick on the last game of the hallowed ol' ground.....making it 27 goals for the EPL season.. i have a feeling that hes played his last game for arsenal in the premiership..but i'll be pleasently happy if he makes a U-turn a la stevie... but for that arse must push themselves to win one final game..for the one piece of silverware..that will put arsenal right up there with all the other clubs... the European Cup... May 17th....the dream final... arsenal vs barcelona..&lt;br /&gt;and i present to you..a never before seen pic of Highbury..sent to me by a mr. mao.. yeah.. hes the one in the pic..and no he is not an alien...:D.. a manutd fan.. who has recently changed loyalties.. to support arsenal..we are not pleased.. but we understand his recent disappointments :D.. hahaah.hahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/IMG_0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/400/IMG_0145.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh with all this on one side... my roomies graduated... was nice seeing them getting done with their Master's. and friends for 2 years...move on..... and its the same feeling of nostalgia all over again...didnt happen in school..didnt happen after XII... happened during IIT.. and happening now.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Result: As Man Gets Older.. He Degenerates into a Sentimental Fool!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current music playing: Tanha Dil... so appro!!!!&lt;br /&gt;For the record: Love you guys... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saikiran..vishnu...hunk.. runa and kiran&lt;/span&gt;.. from L-R in the pic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/IMG_1064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/400/IMG_1064.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then there was also keerthi..with his girlfrd in tow.. to add to the nostalgia..and to reiterate the fact that... change is the only constant in this world..worth mentioning!!!! and no..i dont have a better pic of the two of us.. so kindly adjust :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114646497012396803</id><published>2006-05-01T02:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T02:40:10.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Humour!!</title><content type='html'>i find most jokes khatta...but these are some of my favest ones...call me khatta call me sad.. thats the way i am... and proud to be laughing to these!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Non- Nude Beaches...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"well... at least the sharks are nude, if that's any consolation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if they were all dressed up in thongs... people would have laughed their guts out... and THEN have their guts ripped out " made up by moose!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;About Sardars &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" meet me.. sardar, my wife..sardarni, my son kid, and my daughter kidney"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About &lt;a href="http://www.apunkachoice.com/scoop/bollywood/20060412-3.html"&gt;Emran Hashmi,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he is the serial kisser... then what do u call ravan??? parallel kisser :)))))) hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The first one is atleast an attempt at some kind of  humour.. i love the others.. just love them :)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hauahahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114646497012396803?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114646497012396803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114646497012396803&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114646497012396803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114646497012396803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/05/humour.html' title='Humour!!'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114615369804525184</id><published>2006-04-27T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T12:01:38.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>something really spectacular</title><content type='html'>I have always had a fascination for rainbows... those beautiful colors.. the allure..the mystique.. long after understanding the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rainbow"&gt;physics/ science&lt;/a&gt; behind a rainbow.. it still retains some mystery.. dont ask me why...i just cant explain it...&lt;br /&gt;i came across these photographs... and i am absolutely stunned... this is so amazingly calming and scenic!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh..another thing abt double rainbows!!! " Secondary rainbows are caused by a double reflection of sunlight inside the raindrops, and appear at an angle of 50°–53°. As a result of the second reflection, the colours of a secondary rainbow are inverted compared to the primary bow, with blue on the outside and red on the inside. The dark area of unlit sky lying between the primary and secondary bows is called Alexander's band, after&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_of_Aphrodisias" title="Alexander of Aphrodisias"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alexander of Aphrodiasis who first described it." (quoted verbatim from wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/RAINBOW-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/400/RAINBOW-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here is the first long shot of the double band of rainbows!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/RAINBOW-05.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/400/RAINBOW-05.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this one i just love!!!! has some special effect... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/RAINBOW-03.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/400/RAINBOW-03.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a longer shot of the same scenic view..... winding road. tree with a trunk oh so broad.. rainbow in sight.. a car in full flight..  yuck... bad lines :) but u get the drift right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows Rock!!! give me ur colors..and make me joyous and gay :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114615369804525184?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114615369804525184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114615369804525184&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114615369804525184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114615369804525184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/04/something-really-spectacular.html' title='something really spectacular'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114603567570758691</id><published>2006-04-26T02:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T11:58:31.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air.............</title><content type='html'>One year back..we were 7+3...a few months before that we were 7+2 and a few months before that we were 7+1 and we were like that for a few fucking years.....&lt;br /&gt;then we turned... 7+2.... and hung around 7+3 and 7+4..iffs and buts.... and unsure decisions...and then bumped straight back to 7+1!!!!&lt;br /&gt;then out of the blue it turned 7+2....straight from what i call a rebounce!! but looks like this bouncer is not over the head...and is here for keeps!!! and then the mother of all jokes.. we turned 7+3 again and this ones straight out of the wild wild wild blues...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and we shall stay this way for a few years me thinks and hopes!!! but one things for fucking sure.. we shall not be greater than 7+4 for another 4 years!!!&lt;br /&gt;stay happy those who are all +1 and stay happier those who are +0.... theres better things for those who wait till the end :) !!!&lt;br /&gt;And remember good guys finish last!!&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations..and remember.... please include us in your joys.... !!!!!! not a nice way to find out..the way we did..for all three of u!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-B...M-P...K-R... A-A-B-S :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof that we will never bt &gt; 7+4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i am not interested..... now to even think abt a romance!!!&lt;br /&gt;2) B has a slight chance&lt;br /&gt;3) S has no enthu too... me thinks.. sad but that is the way life is!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;4) A will never get a girl.. with his criteria being " wanted, fair, slim good looking, from traditional family but ahaving modern thoght earning good salary and willing to experiment in bed"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114603567570758691?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114603567570758691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114603567570758691&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114603567570758691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114603567570758691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the air.............'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114580756852477381</id><published>2006-04-23T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T11:52:48.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/IMG_2527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/400/IMG_2527.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that was how friday ended!!! :) and then came the interesting weekend......&lt;br /&gt;Arsenal played out an interesting back to the walls draw at highbury.. not a performance from a team that talks abt desperately wanting to finish 4th... i think they are pretty sure theyll do a liverpool and that tottenham will have an everton done to them !!!!&lt;br /&gt;and woke up early for a change on a sunday and was pleasently surprised to note that there was an F1 race on...and that too the San Marino GP... and hoodle doodle doo.. Ferrari and Schumi win a race proper after 18 freaking months..and that is how long i have not watched an F1 race.. :D so here goes..shall wake up at 8 am every sunday that a race is on!!! i am not much of a commentator.. but it was a tactical race by the past master.. winning a race on a congested circuit driving a much slower and unresponsive car... it was rib-tickling watching alonso behing squirming for a way to overtake schumi... but not meant to be..and he almost threw it all away in the last few laps!! a lesson there that... let the battle be lost..but dont lose the war!!! thats why the most consistent teams win over a season..while there might be interesting upsets in each individual race/match/contest...&lt;br /&gt;and somewhere in between Chelsea lost in the FA semis :D ..note how i say chelsea lost and not liverpool won... there goes the double....which makes ManUtd's treble in 1999 all the more amazing!!! chelsea for all the hullaboo over their squad are not even making a Double!!! this game just reinforces the fact that on any given day...an upset is defly possible&lt;br /&gt;and then rafael nadal beat federer...good game.. i might be a little premature... even as i write this.. nadal leads 2 sets to 1 and 3-2 with a break of serve...&lt;br /&gt;got to get back to my cramming... so long people...&lt;br /&gt;keep smiling..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114580756852477381?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114580756852477381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114580756852477381&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114580756852477381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114580756852477381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/04/interesting-weekend_23.html' title='Interesting Weekend'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114558966773636709</id><published>2006-04-20T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T23:58:31.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship...</title><content type='html'>I once, until very recently, had a friend called Keerthi Teja A. I admit I was unfair to him. He was often the center and butt of all jokes of the gang, and me especially. Being much stronger than him, I also took sadistic pleasure in physically torturing him. But, I like to think that I was always there for him. We have had 6 years of good friendship. We have seen our ups and our downs- the usual misunderstandings, and the special moments that make friendships treasurable ( i cant help it if it sounds gay... but trust me we ain't gay.. far from it!!). How can i ever forget the UFO moment? or the umpteen instances of when we played and farted our guts off when there were more pressing issues at hand like academics??!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Keerthi has always been a bit of a peculiar personality. Women and bright colors seem to fatally attract him and it has always been irksome to see him just glide from one woman to the other. One, because, I belong to the old school of though that if you like someone, then it is not possible to just jump and move on so damn fast; and two because, I must admit, I have never been a ladies man. He is the master when it comes to make the ladies coo and eat from the palm of his hand ( no offense to any lady who reads this blog.. but its just the nature of the man). And, of course hating bright colors is natural to most people!&lt;br /&gt;Keerthi, off-late had looked to desist the fact that he was always the "bakra" when the gang met up. Recently, he even punched a couple of the guys for making fun of his flamboyant romances and social gaffes of which he is the uncrowned king (remember my FIM..well, he takes it down an altogether different alley). But, everything looked in control. Till yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;That was when he made the weird ass phone call. And he simply said.. "Anurag, if you ever want to talk to me again, then you got to have two of the three things that i will now mention, a girl, a job and an apple ipod" and hung up. Apparently, he has called everybody else and said the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;Now, why did he do this? I might never find out, because i do not have any of the three that he mentioned right now, and I do not think that I will have two of them anytime soon. A job, that can be taken care of; but I am off women and who wants to spend a fortune on an apple ipod?&lt;br /&gt;Can friendships be broken that easily?? Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Keerthi, no matter what you say to us, I shall always remember you fondly as a friend, philosopher and a terrific singer and sportsman. And a guy who I know will make it big in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again.. so long my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114558966773636709?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114558966773636709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114558966773636709&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114558966773636709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114558966773636709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/04/friendship.html' title='Friendship...'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114532415550823808</id><published>2006-04-17T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T21:35:55.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>gone....just like that!!!</title><content type='html'>I'll miss you baby!!! was a short time together..but time and effort well spent... :(.. ill remember u fondly always..mwaaaaah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114532415550823808?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114532415550823808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114532415550823808&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114532415550823808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114532415550823808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/04/gonejust-like-that.html' title='gone....just like that!!!'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114515742039065398</id><published>2006-04-15T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T03:08:12.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Post!!!!!</title><content type='html'>a few things i have realised abt myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) am going bald big time!!&lt;br /&gt;2) i make a strange gurgling noise when i swallow my food... pretty weird.. blug blug glug (runa u rock!!! weird ass i feel now whenever i eat..thanks to u!!)&lt;br /&gt;3) i can touch my nose with my tongue..hahah&lt;br /&gt;4) my eyes become slits when i smile ... the smaller the slits.. the happier i am! and to think someone once told me..i have great eyes that look terrific when i smile.... now it all makes sense&lt;br /&gt;5) i aim low..and like to exceed expectations! makes me feel good abt myself&lt;br /&gt;6) i dont like to mince and mix my words.. when i talk to people!!! i speak my head and my mood... explains how i am with each of you :) and if someone does read this post.. i aint a fucking sad SOB... am sorry..get that out of your head!!! its just that i dont want to sound cheery when i talk to you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;7) i am addicted to the internet and my laptop... its been ages since my lappie has been closed.. the music plays all night long.. and am hooked to the net 24/7... another junk box addict.. only the junk box has further degenerated!&lt;br /&gt;8) my knee is going to give way pretty soon!!! stop creaking u dumb ol' thing :D&lt;br /&gt;9) i talk faster and faster when i am making intense conversations... and i usually go ballistic at the end of it all... and when i want to convey ideas..or am really interested in a convo.. i speak in english.. so when i aint speaking in english... then u know whats happening :D&lt;br /&gt;10) i can never grow a french beard... and i have a bronze beard... and i tan faster than u can say jack rabbit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did all these come from?? dont know...an idle brain is a devil's workshop i guess !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114515742039065398?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114515742039065398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114515742039065398&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114515742039065398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114515742039065398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/04/personal-post_15.html' title='Personal Post!!!!!'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114496249264921483</id><published>2006-04-13T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T17:08:12.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreary!!</title><content type='html'>The past week has been pretty sad, if you are Indian and have been following incidents back home closely. I have not, until today... but today has been an eye opener!&lt;br /&gt;For starters, the debate of the 50% reservation in top-notch institutions such as the IIT's and the IIM's for the so-called "OBC's" was a bitter pill to digest. As an alumnus from IIT, i believe that the IITization of many other universities was the first step in placing "quantity over quality" in the hitherto pristine IITs. This is taking it a few steps to the end of exclusivity and a haven for bright students... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am complaining cos i believe that quality should be given top priority..nothing else&lt;/span&gt;!! those who deserve it.. must get it!!  give scholarships to ppl who get in.. base that on race.. economics.. whatever and however u want to divide humanity.. i dont care!!!!!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let people who deserve it get in.. atleast!!!!&lt;/span&gt;..i have no issues with that... ok too much tooting!!!&lt;br /&gt;And then the Meerut fire.... (thanks balaji...not u pusapathi).. when will we ever give enough importance to quality??? poor tents.. poor electrical work... and a few hundreds dead..and many more injured... and we still want unqualified people to get into top schools and work on top- nothc projects!!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; your doctor.. should probably never have been your doctor.. he should never be there working on your health!&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!... ever imagined why your newspaper seems smarter and faster with numbers than the engineer who works on your apartment?? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO FIGURE&lt;/span&gt;!!!! come on ppl put your thinking caps on!! and mr. politicians its not always about the vote bank....!@#$&lt;br /&gt;And top that with Mr. Raj Kumar's death in Banagalore to purely medical reasons... and his fans go on a riot and burn buses...and break car panes.. why?? cos they were not allowed to catch a final glimpse of him!!! now...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do people care anymore for others who are dragged into such acts of violence for no fault of theirs&lt;/span&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;People who are holding silent protests are forced to stop their protests..and cannily forced to succumb to the Government pressure... Are we really the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIGGEST DEMOCRACY &lt;/span&gt;in the world? For the uninitiated, the Narmada Bachao Andolan which was almost dead attempted to raise its head against the autocratic govt+ rich contractor divide..and was mercilessly made to shut up... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and we complain about human right violations in china.. stop kidding!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;et us first give the children of our country education... a decent living.. the working force a decent environment to work in... the students of our nation. their right to demand education based on merit... two square meals to everyone in the country... before we talk about big things as dams.. wars.. alliances with the powerhouses of the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Where is India heading to??? To the dog house?????&lt;br /&gt;Corrupt Politicians... religious fanatics.... socially unaware citizens...sweatshops... child labor.. greater and greater goes the economic divide.... and further and further apart do people move..&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114496249264921483?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114496249264921483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114496249264921483&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114496249264921483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114496249264921483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/04/dreary.html' title='Dreary!!'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114464840796412590</id><published>2006-04-10T01:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T01:53:28.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cuppaxx!!!</title><content type='html'>chatted with a senior from iit after ages!!!!...his fave lines..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be a fool... wrap your tool" ..&lt;br /&gt;" always keep a rubber... u might need to burn ur blubber"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any guesses to who this grosser is?? come on...all u fuckers from hostel who read this..take a guess. come on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114464840796412590?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114464840796412590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114464840796412590&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114464840796412590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114464840796412590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/04/cuppaxx.html' title='cuppaxx!!!'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114452964259381881</id><published>2006-04-08T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T16:54:02.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Weekend!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes..i know its still saturday..but i know how this weekends ending :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday... I think i am destined to get chappal hit... met my latest FIM victim.. and i was scared she would show some aversion to me.. when she didnt...i culdnt help burst out laughing.. i know her schedule btw.. :D 1:15-2:30 pm Math.. W-F... this ones not ending nicely.. i can sense it deep in my bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.... Did my greatest run ever.. no..not a marathon..not even half-a-marathon.. did a 5 mile run with lungs full of phlegm ( i know i am kinda GROSS.. :D Calvin effect)... for cancer research in Tampa... not that i supported the causei just ran it cos i wanted to run... its been a while... and i loved the thrill of running it :) kicks.. i like my kicks... some marathon pretty soon...i hope... though i must train for that... am dead/dehydrated/ hurting and going to be sleeping pretty much the whole day!.. man didnt know running after 8 weeks can defeat ur stamina to that extent!!! and the race was in near perfect conditions... 20C and a gentle breeze.a little more oppressive and i would have walked the last few yards!.. and etaro i did tape them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/IMG_2381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/400/IMG_2381.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me in the first mile. of the race..all kicked...and thrilled to be running... roomie kiran a few steps behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/IMG_2391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/400/IMG_2391.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me at the finish line..basically given up in life.. dragged myself over the line.. roomie changing appearance drastically :D 9 -min miles ahoy ahoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Arsenal vs cupperutd.. morning will be spent in anticipation.. afternoon either in the afterrglow or mulling on what might have been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday.... who knows?? a new week beckons :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114452964259381881?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114452964259381881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114452964259381881&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114452964259381881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114452964259381881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/04/interesting-weekend.html' title='Interesting Weekend!!!!'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114434521138691146</id><published>2006-04-06T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T00:56:45.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Calvin Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today..am celebrating calvin day..shall read CnH all day long.. which reminds me..heres another of my faves... flicked it shamelessly from someones profile!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/4030836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/400/4030836.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hmm... i agree men are better at reasoning..:P..but calvins dad takes the cake! remember his fundaes abt microwaves..and lightbulbs... haha... and abt the gramaphone record player.. too...the one where calvins having fun and his dad puts fundaes abt angular velocities :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/loophole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/400/loophole.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another classic!!! reminds me of my days in Ramaiah and IIT when i came up with random shit..i still remember one of kotis famous triangle ka properties vaala quiz..where i got 22/50 and out of that 14 were from guesses in some true or false.. never was i fucked -so badly abt my fart proofs.. he was ruthless!!!!&lt;br /&gt;also reminds me of anil cogging FM from me.. hahahaha... the only thing legible on his paper would be "therefore the answer is ..... " everything else... would be crap..cos he didnt have a clue of what was asked..and what he was answering!!!! the only guy who cleared 4 finance courses without using a calci.. tu god hai re!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/moe-ape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/400/moe-ape.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;if i am the way i am...its because i was never clobbered!!! i got away with horrific shit when i was a kid..a few ppl did bully me...but well... they were just a very few. my caustic tongue+ flaring temper( which was a basic diversion idea)+ good escapism ideas made me get away with murder!!! :)..the only point where i can safely say i scored over calvin... imagination.. creativity.. adventure... and everything else he scores way way over me :) but..still reminds me of me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114434521138691146?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114434521138691146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114434521138691146&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114434521138691146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114434521138691146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/04/calvin-day.html' title='Calvin Day!!!!'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114427019262367804</id><published>2006-04-05T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T00:57:14.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YIPPEEEE</title><content type='html'>No.. i dont have a job yet... but after 6 years of arsenal supporting..and enduring endless nights of inexplicable european footbalingl debacles..we are through to the semi-finals of the champions league.. a place in the finals beckons us if we can get rid of the yellow submarines... Villareal.... which reminds me of one of my favest song by the beatles... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all live in a yellow submarine,&lt;br /&gt;Yellow submarine, yellow submarine,&lt;br /&gt;We all live in a yellow submarine,&lt;br /&gt;Yellow submarine, yellow submarine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep living there...we shall come..torpedo you...and march into the finals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOOOOOOOOOO GUNNERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/p1_henry_vieira_0328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/400/p1_henry_vieira_0328.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;captain to ex-captain: eat my dirt. Rubbish mate...u thought u went to a better team to win the CL..ask michael owen...it never happens!!!&lt;br /&gt;the grass aint greener on any other side of highbury!!!!..&lt;br /&gt;lets make it a memorable befitting farewell to highbury..go gunners..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way.... &lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow/1479524.cms"&gt;read this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah.... too good :))) not my personal view of course..so dont shunt me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114427019262367804?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114427019262367804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114427019262367804&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114427019262367804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114427019262367804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/04/yippeeee.html' title='YIPPEEEE'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114402768044924537</id><published>2006-04-02T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T00:34:09.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FIM</title><content type='html'>Friday afternoon... (me dressed casually and fresh from a shower... well..almost fresh..my breath would have shrunk an orchid though..just had loads of onions :D) in the engineering block.. waiting for the elevator.... theres a cute girl holding two huge fat books... already waiting.. then mr.foot in mouth (also known to the world as me) enters...&lt;br /&gt;FIM..hello.. ( after a few seconds) oh my gosh... those are huge, fat books... do u have an exam?&lt;br /&gt;G.. not really...this prof just makes us get these books for the class...and cuts marks if we dont get them...hes such a pest!&lt;br /&gt;FIM ( i thought this happened only in india..well well..mebbe the prof is indian :D)..thats sad.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you look like you could use some help&lt;/span&gt; (didnt actually say it..but am adding hindsight stuff in too) you have a class on friday??? i never take classes on friday!! (2 outta 4 sems.. i had a late evening friday class.. and had to walk cos even the shuttle stopped by then!!!)&lt;br /&gt;G... yeah..i know its kinda sad, but its a required course and he only offers it on W-F schedules.. whats with the elevator?? its taking forever...my hands are aching ( i still didnt take the bait.. was it a bait??)&lt;br /&gt;FIM... yeah..i know... my legs are hurting too (haha.. wah..what creativitiy)!!! aah there it is.. chivalrously lets the lady get in..(actually she was nearer so she just walked in!! )&lt;br /&gt;G...(as i walk in past her)...thats a nice perfume u are wearing... is it hugo boss?? i just love that perfume..its really nice!!&lt;br /&gt;FIM... (wowww... strrrrrrrrikeeee... calming down ..a few deep breaths...)hell..u got it right..u are pretty good.. ( what do i say next? think beta think) "Do u work at either Dillards or Macy's??" (those are the big shopping malls..for ppl who aint from the US of A...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;immediately thinking..what the fuck did i just say??)!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.. (turning a beetroot red) thats a good one... i dont!!! (turns head in other direction)&lt;br /&gt;FIM... feeling himself shrink in the elevator... ( i swear i culd hear the old lady in the rear of the elevator and the dude next to me mutter SOB!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..why did i say what i said??? who the fuck knows... Foot-In-Mouth is incurable...afflicts people at the worst time..works well with murphy's law.. and often leaves even the speaker with a bad taste in the mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am pretty sure the woman made a doll and pricked pins and worse things in it.. and cursed me like a million time... am down with a cold and fever.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;moose says... i should go. look for her in the school yearbook..find her...buy her flowers..and say sorry... and then move onto merrier things with her!!!&lt;br /&gt;merrier hmmm...shell probly skin and fry me alive...thts as merry as we can get :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114402768044924537?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114402768044924537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114402768044924537&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114402768044924537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114402768044924537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/04/fim.html' title='FIM'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114379036040455452</id><published>2006-03-31T02:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T09:09:04.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>needed a change from the seriousness</title><content type='html'>got bored of seeing such a huge post when i look at the front page of my blog... and that too such serious stuff.. makes me feel all responislbe and all..lets leave that till i start working..and going the H1 way as i call it..:)&lt;br /&gt;was going thru my resume..and got reminded of all my "achievements".... and as a result gloated at all my medals(almost all :D).. no no.. this is not a self- boasting post again.. stop sighing..and read on..by the way cant but take a dig at this.. i have a "best character" award from middle school ....hahahahha... beat that now :P... cant believe i have traveled this far ..from my innocent days...but then without digressing too much..get the thread and feel the continuity...&lt;br /&gt;went thru probably the most common saying that teachers used to con us with in school... "participation is everything..winning does not matter".. and boy they used to get some pretty innocent kids conned!!! mebbe it made those kids better individuals and more social individuals.. i dont know!!! but it sure made me more critical of the good..the bad ...and the downright pathetic... :D&lt;br /&gt;and then there was the overachieving.. irrepressible (no sumanth..i didnt copy it frm ur orkut profile..i know that word...:D) vince lombardi who said "Winning is not everything, it's the only thing"...such contrasts.. and made me think..thats why he probably achieved so much as he did...and my teacher was left leading her life in the midst of mediocrity, at best..am not being sarcastic or caustic....but you tend to achieve as much as you want to......&lt;br /&gt;so remember...to play fair, well barely fair is good enough and thats about as fair as ill ever play..and go for the win... go for the jugular...kill..swipe..finish ur rivals... remember..."alls fair in love and war" and that arjun and krishna..killed and won with more than a hint of "taking advantage.and stretching the rules to the limits"....and they are heroes for generations of grannies... and grandpas.... and we chant the name of lord krishna...with austerity..and of arjuna with great reverence...when probably..they used deception to the utmost to win!!! well.. virtue had to win.... but they still didnt play completely fair...&lt;br /&gt;where did these thoughts come from??? i played badminton with a 60+ year old dude.. dude cos i think hes pretty cool and fit and to be the way he is at actually is an achievement...i was wondering do i play easy and make the game more interesting... he didnt like it when i kept playing daft shots across the court.. he seemed to beg..come on.. i know u can play harder.. please do...i want to be treated as an equal dont show mercy.... i obliged him.. and we were both happy at the end of the game.. the points that he won...were purely won..so he was satisfied.. and for me..i LOVE WINNING :D...&lt;br /&gt;well..if he.. with such an obvious disadvantage wants me to win hard and rough.. then bloody well..everyone else i face in my life...be prepared to face me at my most cold-hearted best :)...i make no friends... all enemies from now till the end of my days... have enough friends i think :D&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahahahaha... (echoing like ravan's laughter in the Ramayan... :D...and the villain from chandrakanta serial.....krur singh i think...:D..cant belive its gotten a rerun... damn..want to watch chandrakanta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: getting nostalgic abt all the serials... muahahahahahahahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS II: certain situational humor in this post has been deleted owing to threats to the authors health.... :D..where is the option for free press and reporting i say!!!! the title had to be changed too owing to certain amount of discomfort faced by certain avid readers... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114379036040455452?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114379036040455452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114379036040455452&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114379036040455452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114379036040455452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/03/needed-change-from-seriousness.html' title='needed a change from the seriousness'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114361624438227376</id><published>2006-03-29T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T03:54:25.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a calm day!!</title><content type='html'>now that the thesis is done and over with... finally had one day to myself... dont remember the last time when i woke up at 11 am..rolled and rolled in bed... till i suffered from severe back spasmites.. owing to unbelievable stretching... felt like hobbes today :)... and then watched a footer game...lying in bed... and a good game at that too...arsenal (my fave club by the way :D) beat the living daylights out of juve... 2-0..but it could have been 6-0 and still would been a reasonable scoreline ( and for once i am not exaggerating)... ate a bit....read a novel (thats one thing i havent done in 6 freaking months... so felt terrific..the life of pi its called..and a pretty interesting book it is too)... played a bit...and rolled around some more...&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow reality hits again...got to clear a course still....and needs some effort too..:D..but that is part of the boring routine!!!&lt;br /&gt;all this aside... i have had an interesting three months in 2006...no this is not some quarterly report... i just wanted to talk abt my first resolution that has lasted this long...and is going to last a long time after this too...on the 1st of jan 2006..i quit coke and coke products..and pepsi and pepsi products too... i decided to do it as my silent protest against the exploitation that these companies are carrying out on poor rural indian dwellers and am sure of many other countries!! (one interesting site) &lt;a href="http://www.indiaresource.org/"&gt;see here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and FYI... i was an avid coke drinker...why?? no reason at all... just guzzled it like teh americans guzzle beer..had 1litre of coke a day...atleast.. and that was the norm for pretty much the god part of 2 years here in the us..and 1/5 of a huge bag of lays a day....that was me.. so what i write below..has not been easy for me to do ...not at all..which makes it all the more gratifying that i am actually fighting for the cause!!..not that i should make a fuss out of it..but i believe that i have led a selfish..greedy life..and this is one of the few slightly silverish spots..that i can be proud of..and can actually share with all those who read this blog!!)&lt;br /&gt;well anyway..i thought..ok..no soft drinks..big shit... i can live without those... saves my enamel and saves me a few extra pounds me thought... then realized... hmm..no bottled water either..most found ard here are either owned by pepsi or by coke and no freaking LAYs (not that lay u pervs :D :D..or was it just me )... realized i had to make more trips to the indian grocery store to lay my hands on murukkus..and maamis banana chips.. they are yummier anyday..&lt;br /&gt;and then i realised...hmmm.. no more powerades and gatorades....i always thght gatorade was owned by ESPN..dont ask me why..i just thght so... but no..its a PEPSI co product... and no tropicana or minute maid of course.... set my sights on Dole juices..the name sounded so corny that i thought it had to be a local brand.. NOO..i was sooo wrong.. that was part of Pepsi Co. too.. have since deteriorated to Motts apple juice :D and red bull... yuck it is..but still something to keep me going....&lt;br /&gt;i have since realized that most of the chains of restaurants i visited.. a la pizza hut... and the great Taco "h"ell :D (picked the calling bell as hell from a good friend... who does not read this blog am sure.. but ill credit the person with it..in case they do drop in by mistake) all had links with one or the other cola companies!!! so cut them all out of the system!!! taco hell really recently..but yes ...its out of my system... :)&lt;br /&gt;saw a zillion other brands under these two companies... no bacardi for me!! no evian water (not that i drink evian..but thought itd be cool to add evian here.. DIG THIS: EVIAN WATER IS MORE EXPENSIVE THAN PETROL IN INDIA... How crappy can it get??? what mother nature took millions of years to produce..and what we use...after some umpteen highly expensive and polluting procedures.. is cheaper than some bottled water... CRAP!!! capitalist SOBs... out to make profits... and we fools allow them to exorbitant costs).. even the cuppax Dr. Pepper is owned by Coca-Cola... i drank oddwala juices for a while..pretty yummy... but u know the routine by now.. who?? ok coca cola !!!&lt;br /&gt;and, oh yeah!! you got to read the catch line for coca cola..to understand the irony!!! (make sure u dont miss the intro... for the sarcastic irony!!#!@#@#@) &lt;a href="http://www2.coca-cola.com/makeeverydropcount/index.html"&gt;see here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was then reminded of something someone told me... coke is all pervading.. its the most popular brand in the world... and coke is the most common word in all languages after "love" .. yuck what a contrast in the two words!! ( not that love is pure anymore..ppl seem to randomly use it.. " i love her ass"... " i love his purrrfume" crap... lust is more the word to use there :D,, infact love can be replaced by many simpler synonymns..in most "fuck"ing cases!!! :D :D )..&lt;br /&gt;anyway before i digress.. i have stopped drinking most softdrinks...infact all liquids that dont have starbucks or redbull stamped on them .. everything else i am sure is a coke/pepsi partnered product.. and oh yes....how can i forget!!! coke pays my school.. loads of money.. so that it can monopolize the student market...!!!!!" i have stopped eating on campus too for fear that the chains have some link or the other with coke..after all ..the beverages they serve are only coke..... damn it...its my battle..and its getting tougher by the day.... BUT... but.. but...&lt;br /&gt;it is possible to survive... its possible after all!!!..even by the rules that i have set for myself.. and inspite of the all pervasiveness of coke and pepsi!!!! eat home cooked food.. fill up bottle of water..on the way to lab.. drink that..or drink water from the dirty fountain there..!!!... drop into &lt;a href="http://www.mhhe.com/business/management/thompson/11e/case/starbucks.html"&gt;starbucks&lt;/a&gt;... (interesting case history there)....eat in some local business restaurants... drink some redbull... to keep in touch with the commercial world.. ( am pretty sure that red bull is screwing the eco system in some other country...so will gradually avoid that too.. and for that matter starbucks too... but for now..i need some commercial shit in my system..why?? cos sudden avoidance is difficult.... ask any jilted lover... :D..it takes time..time is a good healer.. eventually ill get them out too..and turn to water... and fresh fruit.. and juice that i make myself... on a small scale... ).skip a few meals if nothing else is possible!! but ill live!!!&lt;br /&gt;and I LIKE TO KEEP IT THIS WAY !!! but..am i making a difference??? i hope i am..and as they say...its droplets of water that fill a huge jug....and did i say silent protest.. i dont want it to be siltent anymore...i want more people to join in this war against greedy corporations that make huge profits... no matter how high the price... "a few million people going waterless is ok... is too small a price" they say.. "oh yeah baby...kill them all... who cares" they say..&lt;br /&gt;WELL I DO!!!!!! and i hope YOU DO TOO!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114361624438227376?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114361624438227376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114361624438227376&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114361624438227376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114361624438227376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/03/calm-day.html' title='a calm day!!'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114343824350484976</id><published>2006-03-27T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T00:44:03.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cant sleep!!!</title><content type='html'>IT IS MY DEFENSE....another D-DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is my torniquet??&lt;br /&gt;where are my friends??&lt;br /&gt;where are they??&lt;br /&gt;i need them and their wishes...&lt;br /&gt;to get me through my hyperexcited..hyperventilated state!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;pray for me... and if possible...take my body for a day...i dont think ill be able to present coherently tomorrow.....&lt;br /&gt;will try to sleep.... hope i get enveloped in a lumberjack sleep... :)&lt;br /&gt;and hope that i make it through tomorrow...SAFE and SOUND!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114343824350484976?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114343824350484976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114343824350484976&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114343824350484976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114343824350484976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/03/cant-sleep.html' title='cant sleep!!!'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114334249432255763</id><published>2006-03-25T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:08:14.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>APT :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/241018.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/400/241018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thesis defense time... :) cracks me up.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope i dont get jacked.for using it without permission..thanks a lot phdcomics :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114334249432255763?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114334249432255763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114334249432255763&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114334249432255763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114334249432255763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/03/apt.html' title='APT :)'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114313660617256381</id><published>2006-03-23T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T12:56:46.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What gives?</title><content type='html'>Man is a multi-faced monster.... one thing happening deep inside...and yet...he shows up exactly as he is supposed in front of others...&lt;br /&gt;overworked...in front of prof :D (underpaid too)&lt;br /&gt;stressed with lab-mates&lt;br /&gt;relaxed when playing sport.....like alls under control&lt;br /&gt;tuned to the music and the world..at home with the roomies&lt;br /&gt;busy..with friends...to buy yourself some peace time.. (jus kidding on this one)&lt;br /&gt;goodie goodie boy who is happy with everything around...when calling home.. :D&lt;br /&gt;"you need me" ....with potential hiring firms :D&lt;br /&gt;sleepy.....when there are people ud rather not hand ard with... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and YET..when u are by yourself.... thats when you face reality and the sadness and the likes ..and you heal... they say time is a good healer.... i agree..but you still have to go through the pain routine!!! and thats when u got to be by urself.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening in repeat mode to......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Child, don't you worry&lt;br /&gt;It's enough you're growing up in such a hurry&lt;br /&gt;Brings you down the news they sell you&lt;br /&gt;To put in your mind that all mankind is a failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nobody knows what's gonna happen tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;We try not to show how frightened we are&lt;br /&gt;If you let me I'll protect you however I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to believe &lt;br /&gt;it'll be alright in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting, because we're so close&lt;br /&gt;There are times we punish those who we need the most&lt;br /&gt;No, we can't wait for a saviour&lt;br /&gt;Only got ourselves to blame for this behaviour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows what's gonna happen tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;We try not to show how frightened we are&lt;br /&gt;Would seem lonely, if you were the only star in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to believe &lt;br /&gt;it'll be alright in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to believe&lt;br /&gt;it'll be alright again "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soulful song..probably affecting my mood too.... blame it on duran duran :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114313660617256381?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114313660617256381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114313660617256381&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114313660617256381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114313660617256381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-gives.html' title='What gives?'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114308021218466796</id><published>2006-03-22T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:37:52.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;dl style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;   &lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - Albert Einstein (1879-1955)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;/dl&gt;And the comments from the previous post reiterates the latter :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last in the series of comment based posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner of the BIG FIGHT is everyone...was good fun while it lasted...but lets cut it down now :)... i should probly set a counter that shows which area each of the commenters are from.... will make my life easier... think of it as a fore-warning :)...or mebbe i already know.. :) nice to hear frm all of you...hahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114308021218466796?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114308021218466796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114308021218466796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114308021218466796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114308021218466796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/03/only-two-things-are-infinite-universe.html' title=''/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114295736404973990</id><published>2006-03-21T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T13:01:16.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Fight</title><content type='html'>Introducing....&lt;br /&gt;In the red corner..wighing in at 150 pounds.. the unchallenged champion commenter.. unnnnnnnnnknouuuuuuuuwn. (Applause)&lt;br /&gt;and in the blue corner..weighing in at 140-240 pounds... the hitherto unheard of challenger... annnnnonnnnnnymmmmmmmmmous... (Applause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner to be decided by submitting to my demands / offering a hand of friendship to each other/quitting the bullshitting, mudslinging, bickering/ shaking hands and behaving like gentlemen /man &amp; woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in good jest :-)... so dont get too pissed off :) and dont gang up and start screwing me up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: for the uninitiated:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROUND 1:&lt;br /&gt;Unknown said...             &lt;p&gt;  Three comments deleted....:O....&lt;br /&gt;Anons are either lazy or dumb to miss the name part......  &lt;/p&gt; ROUND 2&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous said...            &lt;dl id="comments-block"&gt; &lt;dd&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  Unknown!!! said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Three comments deleted....:O....&lt;br /&gt;  Anons are either lazy or dumb to miss the name part......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- That coming from someone with the name 'unknown'!. Is ironic the word im looking for?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt id="c114287470991457857" class=""&gt;ROUND 3&lt;a name="c114287470991457857"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                   &lt;div class="profile-image-container"&gt; &lt;a href="profile/8642879" rel="nofollow" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Unknown &lt;/span&gt;said...          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Hey Anon...see atleast i have the name "unknown" which is unique and i have one address(i mean a blog of my own)...so i think that's enuf...i dont want to argue much with those who are scared to reveal themselves...what u thgt u proved urself smart with that...grow up machi..:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114295736404973990?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114295736404973990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114295736404973990&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114295736404973990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114295736404973990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/03/big-fight.html' title='The Big Fight'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114242860056758623</id><published>2006-03-15T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T08:22:32.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a friend of a friend's love poem...:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;She’s a feast for my eyes,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;She’s where all my interest lies;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The expression on my face belies&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The feelings I try to hide in a guise;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Her dazzling smile, her impish face,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Almighty Lord, I rest my case:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;She awes me, and I’m in a daze,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;I feel I’m drawn into a maze!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Till the kitten purrs and till the hound bays,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;I’m all hers till the end of days!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Every day I sit and laze,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;I’m enveloped in a haze;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;As night goes by, at the stars I gaze,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;My friends tell me, “It’s just a phase!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;But I know better, and am all praise,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;For Cupid’s struck, and given chase!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;She’s my goal,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;With her, I’m whole,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;I don’t mind missing Super Bowl,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;While I serenade to her from the depths of my soul!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;But, I’ve had an afterthought:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Does she like me or does she like me not?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Life, right now, consists of zeros and ones,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;And my poem, right now, is full of puns;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;A penny for her thoughts, a nickel, a dime,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;I’ll do anything to make my poem rhyme!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Since I’ve paid attention to every little detail,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;I feel this poem of mine shan’t fail;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;But if it does, I’ll have a ruse,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;To pray, worship, to sit and muse!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;God’s given me the gift of verse,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;To tell her: You’re His Gift to the universe!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The gist of this poem is, my dearest,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;I shan’t ask you out until it’s at your behest!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Don’t consider this to be a jest,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;‘Coz for me this is an acid test,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;So please tell me the answer to my quest,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;That’s all is my sincere request,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;I hope with your reply, my heart soars,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;If my poem flatters you, well, you’re the source!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;{If in my poem you find an error,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Well, I’m no English professor!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also...a famous quote. flicked frm a frd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will not play at tug o' war. / I'd rather play at hug o' war, / Where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone hugs instead of tugs. -Shel Silverstein, writer (1930-199&lt;/span&gt;9)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114242860056758623?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114242860056758623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114242860056758623&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114242860056758623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114242860056758623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/03/friend-of-friends-love-poem.html' title='a friend of a friend&apos;s love poem...:)'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114235926776355223</id><published>2006-03-14T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:04:36.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>about dogs et al.</title><content type='html'>like every other dog..ill have my day too :)&lt;br /&gt;till then..sleep i shall...and hibernate... :) and yes..i do know that most &lt;a href="http://www.hcn.org/servlets/hcn.Article?article_id=2909"&gt;dogs dont hibernate&lt;/a&gt;..but some do...they are not dogs at all..but hell its my post and i can twist language to my advantage..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114235926776355223?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114235926776355223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114235926776355223&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114235926776355223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114235926776355223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/03/about-dogs-et-al.html' title='about dogs et al.'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114226582753895886</id><published>2006-03-13T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T17:33:22.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion Play Begins here.. ( cheap shot on Ro)</title><content type='html'>I always support the underdog...so does every tom and kee... how many countless movies have been made of the underdog coming trumps..one of them that touched me when i was a kid  is "jo jita wohi sikandar"...a story about a kid from a poor neighborhood... winning a long distance cycle race being pitted against opponents who had the money to afford the very best and also the clout to use unfair means along the way.. i knew the underdog would win..but i still sat enthralled as the movie came to a close... :) and was willing the protagonist on..all the way to the finish line..and even held my breath till he actually pipped the outrageous villain to the tape :)..&lt;br /&gt;and what i witnessed yday had to be a "David and Goliath" sort of moment..something that one hopes to see once in his lifetime, "to see the repressed fight back and drive away the oppressors" ... but not many do... and boy was i ecstatic at the end of it or what?? i love happy endings i think....:)&lt;br /&gt;Seeing SA chase down 434 in a one-day international was incredibly amazing... for starters, i never thought scoring 400 was possible in a one-day game..esply not when the teams involved are as evenly matched as Aus and SA... but to see it happen twice in a game...amazing.. :) ..a spectacular team effort...good luck for the batsmen..not so much of the luck for the fielding team...made it the "greatest one-day game ever". its been officially labelled..that shows how everyone thinks this is a freak of nature ..something that wont happen again... :)&lt;br /&gt;We have been lucky to witness some really spectacular matches in the recent past...&lt;br /&gt;who in the world can forget  livpool coming back from 0-3 down at half-time to win the European Cup in 2005 against the mighty AC Milan or India  following on in kolkata against the hugely talented australians before laxman and dravid scripted that famous eden garden win, the glowing feather in saurav ganguly's cap as captain or for that matter... greece winning Euro 2004, with supposedly a team made of almost amateurs pitted against the superstars of the top football clubs of the world....&lt;br /&gt;One thing that stands common in all these victories..apart from the fact that i saw them all and freak luck... is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; PASSION&lt;/span&gt;.. all the victories were achieved by a combination of reasonable talent, well harnessed with steely determination&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  and backed by adrenaline..and pumping fists......&lt;/span&gt;(well not in the literal sense..but you could see it in the eyes..)&lt;br /&gt;too many people forget to give credit to what can be achieved by pure spirit and an undying attitude.... (including the famous inter-wing footer game that we won and retired from football in iit ...:D )  To this spirit.. i toast.. and i imbibe into myself...its nectar :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Meghamsh&lt;/span&gt;: this does not mean that ur catch line must be " I HAVE TO WIN" no no no.. it just has to be " I WILL NEVER GIVE IN..and PLAY FAIRLY YET PLAY HARD" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An afterthought: this is something i saw somewhere..and it really made a lot of sense to me ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We could learn a lot from crayons: some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, some have weird names, and all are different colors...but they all have to learn to live in the same box."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114226582753895886?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114226582753895886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114226582753895886&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114226582753895886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114226582753895886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/03/passion-play-begins-here-cheap-shot-on.html' title='Passion Play Begins here.. ( cheap shot on Ro)'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114192871542273294</id><published>2006-03-09T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T17:47:00.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>20+3 years down the line....</title><content type='html'>The scene is set for the silver jubilee reunion of the Batch of 2004.... the specatculars as they are called now...  a batch of highly intellectual individuals...involved in diverse occupations such as politics... sports.... banking... software....the stock market..and private entrepreneurship.. from the spectaculars... 6 merit special attention...they were the "black boys" in school...looked down upon.. made fun of for their trivial behavior to anything even remotely academic...they called themselves the "mandakhorses"...standing for their free spirit.....their bunching and munching together and their fearlessness and their wild attitude to life...&lt;br /&gt;they havent met in many many years...not all of them at one place anyway...and this is something that they have looked forward for many many years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A..dashing debonair....a good athlete...gaunt..with high cheekbones.. he was the casanova.. people now call him the merge broker... he helps/mishelps? merge massive corporations and takes huge paychecks home.. and all for the simple reason that his FM fundamentals..and  flow of money concepts are very very strong (thanks to AH) . age..and chasing skirts for a long time have taken a toll on him... he is now a virtual recluse...coming out only for the biggest of mergers for the briefest of appearances...and still unmarried... and  yearning for the girl he loved the most..after letting her leave..cos he thght he couldnt bear to share his bedroom and bathroom with anyone ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.... the new age harshad mehta... he runs the stock market...backed and pushed by the viliest merger broker..he pushes certain stocks down...forcing the then ruined company to merge...and makes slightly bigger paycuts than the merger broker himself...never one to show undue interest in women... he was of the opinion ..that the first kiss is the best kiss..and has kept pining for his true love push..a passionate workaholic..reaching the heights of success has been his major passion.. he wanted to be the best.. he got to be the best...but then....was lonely... all alone..cutting himself off from everyone other than the band of closest frds...but then they were really busy too..he was looking forward to this break..and vowed not to go to the gym for a month before that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.... the only one..who chose a 9-5 job..(at home)..to keep his relationship going strong... he had alienated himself from the rest of the gang owing to ideological differences..but time as they say is a healer... he got married early....had a few kids..and settled down into the routine of a boring house husband. a sprightly personality...he chose and picked his connections well..making him a well respected man in society...a go-to man for the rest of the 6..the guy who could pull strings to get the rest out of trouble..jail..and from unpleasant situations....he has never maintained a diary to date about the connections abt the contacts..abt his frds... abt the secrets that he knows.. its all in his head....he keeps it all in him..away from the missus and the family..and plots the downfall of his enemies...all from the safe confines of home in hyd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.... the entrepreneur..the husband-wife duo..decided to quit their budding engineering careers in the us to set up shop in india...though s had umpteen ideas..he decided he had to set up a colorful lungi store. to satisfy his childhood fantasies...along with the mechanical engineering firm that he had... blessed with 4 kids of varying eyesight...he was the shrink of the group..took it all in..and words never left him...everyone was worried that he should he ever turn greedy and open his mouth..the rest of them would go down ..down in varying levels of discomfort.. some scandalized by family..other losing their wealth..others villified by the law.. . but the nice man that he was.....never did.. took it all in him...and never vented a thing out..till he turned bald....that was an eventful event... he has since gone even more into his shell..and if not for his missus..and his umpteen (two to be precise) sisters and the calming influence of AH.. .would have been stark raving mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.... the darkest among the horses...no one even gave him a chance to be as successful as the rest.. except by AH... ...he changed careers like a chameleon changes colors... from a part time suicidal kid..with umpteen love failures...he now is a successful football club owner...he owns a huge club in the UK...whose ownership he has since dedicated to A....he also is the new liquor baron of india....he takes time off from his busy jet hopping schedule to meet with the rest of the gang.and keep them updated with everyone else's details.. he owns some of the finest thoroughbred horses in the world..and rubs cheeks with the elite as he parades them across some of the finest circuits in the world.. his sumptous yatch..is a perfect setting for orgies..something that he says is part of his "imbibed" culture...twice married..and subsequently divorced...he now thinks marriage takes too much from him..and lives by the song " i got a girlfrd everywhere".. "and who says money cant buy love".. is the motto that he lives by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AB....came late to the group...was part of a different gang..that shunted him and shooed him away... owing to his poor academic performances... he begged allegiance to A and B.. always overshadowed by a hugely successful elder brother.. he carved a niche for himeself eventually... in investment banking.. brilliant ideas followed...each other in short spans of time...and he turned into an amazing.. money making machine...armed with a degree in economics that was worth every penny spent..his sublime work. might yet give him reepect in the family :)... given a huge ransom as dowry..this guy didnt have a care in the world after he got married..(now happy with 3 kids too...) and that allowed him to set his mind on dabbling in something socially and intellectually challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last link in the chain...(in the group of 6... adding this guy makes it 7 u might think.. but .cos 7 is unlucky..we will call it the band of 6)... AH...the first in the lot to come back home to india... he busied himself in a 9-5 working job for a while..then decided enugh was enough and set up a couple of things..one... a small consultancy firm that offered its services to only the top firms that had complex engineering and mathematical problems.. a very stimulating experience for him .. ..something that would pay for maintainig him and his precious family. yet would keep AH's sharp brain from draining out.. and then..a small center for unearthing talent.. rather nurturing talent..supporting talented kids with guidance..and financial resources..taken from the other scumbags mentioned above..and polishing it... and pushing them to attain perfection in their chosen field.... oops.he also married well..and has two angelic daughters... both footballers :)...and a son...a ballet dancer... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..anyway..they all met...and went to their hostel...saw the kids in the hostel lech at their pretty wives..and prettier daughters... had enough of tagging along the family to their fave haunts..esply when these haunts were very dirty..and the rest of the family didnt want to come... left the wives and family....and went to all their fave places.. made merry ate bread omlette and grape juice...played footer..or tried to atleast... watched tv in the common room.. talked abt "hamaare zamaane mein" with all the kids from the hostel.. drank vodka.....acted prudish to all the asses who had acted smart with them when they were in school..and showed off their pretty wives and their general success in life to them.. and realized one thing...though they all veered off in different directions..and went with the flow....that they never changed..that they hit it off with each other really easily... that they loved each other.and that they had left behind with each other some part of them. ..that they would always treasure ..and cherish...&lt;br /&gt;all u fuckers..no matter where u end up..dont change 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u ra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) do not hit on women....especially on your school mates please...( school= high school)&lt;br /&gt;2) do not fail in your courses....cog...do some crap..but pass them all&lt;br /&gt;3) do not grow ur hair that long..i think "ur hair+ my hair= constant".. so bugger..keep it short..&lt;br /&gt;4) get an internship fast..me thinks only after that ill get my job... :)&lt;br /&gt;5) quit hitting kee too much...all his ill-wills coming to me too..&lt;br /&gt;6) and  grow up u prick...stop acting like a baby...and let me grow up too..u are stunting me :)&lt;br /&gt;7) start supporting renault and chelsea....and federer (the careers he has successfully destroyed..the williams sisters... mclaren..manutd.. andy roddick... and me)&lt;br /&gt;8) do not spit on ppl from balconies and do not throw ice cubes at dogs...&lt;br /&gt;9) AND NEVER QUIT... nee amma..i am turning into a quitter like u...&lt;br /&gt;10) and stay off all the !@#$% dudes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bugger..when we meet..lets do the hawan routine..and separate our lives..if it means.. i dont get ur "superior dancing skills" so be it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114179105430965018?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114179105430965018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114179105430965018&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114179105430965018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/114179105430965018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/03/notice-to-anil.html' title='Notice to Anil'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-114178452864014651</id><published>2006-03-07T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T21:22:47.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>I am distracted..disenchanted...dreary...dehydrated... dull...dozy..and am dreading the worst.....&lt;br /&gt;this is what is probably called a "D- day"....:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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swiss.. watches..army knives.. cheese.chocolates...scenic locations....and i cant think of anything else...ok lets add shoes.. :D)&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just precisely perfect under trying circumstances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Good Guys Always Finish Last&lt;br /&gt;2) If something has to go wrong, then it will be magnificiently wrong.&lt;br /&gt;3) Life is a Bitch, an untamed one.&lt;br /&gt;4) There always is a silver lining to every cloud, and there always is a way up from every situation.&lt;br /&gt;5) Time, tide and life wait for none.&lt;br /&gt;6) Stick by your friends through their worst times, and there is a God up above who will stick with you in your worst times, even if all these friends desert you :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Rules...too many ...too many. :)...my life is way too unordered for me to live by so many rules.. i live by just one rule: "hard work and persevernace pay..when? i dont know..but it does"  but these are good rules to remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought id add a 7th..." when u were born.. u cried and the world rejoiced.. make sure that when u die..the world will cry and u will rejoice" for all those arty ones reading my blog.. " make sure u lead an honest and generous life..so that everyone loves you" (my interpretation, of course... u are more than welcome to have ur own way to look at it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: this was something i wanted to do a long time back..so now dont come buggering me with.. hang in there..are u alright..ill screw u all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming up next...anurag's 10 most memorable flight journeys :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114087704529338828?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114087704529338828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114087704529338828&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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neck....and bring myself to terms with reality..that i am back here..damn man.. 3 weeks at home just flew...&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all u guys who made my trip memorable....:) sorry..to all those who feel i have become a SOB and didnt spent enugh time acted nosy...it was just a whirlwind trip..and i was trying to fit in as much as i could....thats just the way i am...lil pathetic bastard :)...loser excuses...&lt;br /&gt;anyway...am trying to come to terms with loads of stuff thats been happening in my absence..its overwhelming... to be out of the grind for 3 weeks..and then thrust urself back into it...full force..i like to think....i have no jet lag..but i probly do ...feel kinda sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;blame it on the bum who woke me up at 6:30 am...:)...yes...u know it..its you..no no..not u..the other one...yes u... as u can see..am still jumbled up...&lt;br /&gt;loads of pics..loads of good memories from this trip...not to mention the few extra pounds around the waist...:) amazing to be back home...home sweet home...&lt;br /&gt;as rama said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  api svarNamayI laNkA na me lakshmaNa rochate | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  jananI janmabhUmishcha svargAdapi garIyasI || &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dig what u said Lord Ram :)..u are the best... :) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-114062321218259851?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/114062321218259851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=114062321218259851&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defly female...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one point...8 makes it look like...its an inanimate object and not a mate :)&lt;br /&gt;i need to like her....and she has to accept me inspite of all my failings...some obvious..others not so...thats enough to make me live my life with her... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now hit me hard...hit me hit me..with those nonsensical replies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-113992349305978997?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/113992349305978997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=113992349305978997&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113992349305978997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113992349305978997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/02/tagged.html' title='tagged...'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-113806578011245999</id><published>2006-01-23T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T20:23:00.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things on my head</title><content type='html'>MY non-EXISTENTIAL BRAIN: sorry this is a personal post..for my overworked body and myself....i like everything in written:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) remember u are going home on thursday jan 26..at 4:55 pm, need to leave for airport at by 2:00 pm. therefore suitcases need to be packed before that ...and tickets need to be checked too.. :)&lt;br /&gt;2) loads of reports due dude..before u go..and dont forget to turn in that thesis..!!!&lt;br /&gt;3) haircut..u need a haircut..ewwwwww...&lt;br /&gt;4) run..run and run....all troubles will fall behind..and a new light shall emerge...&lt;br /&gt;5) keep praying...dont need pushing for this though...!!!! loads to pray abt....am praying for all of u.. keep the FAITH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6) peace and more peace...thats all i am asking for right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mofo..drop that pen (am mumbled..dont mind.i know its a keyboard)..and give me a rest after the run ..and wash my outsides...where the dirty hair grows..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-113806578011245999?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/113806578011245999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=113806578011245999&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113806578011245999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113806578011245999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/01/things-on-my-head.html' title='Things on my head'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-113764831408782724</id><published>2006-01-19T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T00:25:14.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>..........</title><content type='html'>i felt pukey..so puked all evening!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-113764831408782724?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/113764831408782724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=113764831408782724&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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some of my faves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We do know of certain knowledge that he [Osama Bin Laden] is either in Afghanistan, or in some other country, or dead."... Donald Rumsfeld.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that is some classic guesswork.. wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe what I said yesterday. I don't know what I said, but I know what I think, and, well, I assume it's what I said."Donald Rumsfeld....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talk abt backing yourself all the way to the gallows..or to leading others to them..!!!! hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's another way to phrase that and that is that the absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence. It is basically saying the same thing in a different way. Simply because you do not have evidence that something does exist does not mean that you have evidence that it doesn't exist." Donald Rumsfeld again&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; two lies aint making a truth...but hmmm....confuse the public and save face huh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-113746012291585892?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/113746012291585892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=113746012291585892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113746012291585892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113746012291585892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/01/mooses-contribution.html' title='mooses contribution'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-113725669197229716</id><published>2006-01-14T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T11:38:11.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yayyyyyyyyyyyyy</title><content type='html'>gunners love me...6-0 and counting...thanks for the response guys... :D&lt;br /&gt;saikris bday..&lt;br /&gt;happy bday kirikiri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-113725669197229716?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/113725669197229716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=113725669197229716&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113725669197229716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113725669197229716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/01/yayyyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title='yayyyyyyyyyyyyy'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-113717980250220015</id><published>2006-01-13T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T14:16:42.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>General Trivia</title><content type='html'>i cant keep from posting..call it a weakness...call it madness...i dont know!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) this is about the planets..was reading an interesting article...how the planets got their names.. only one was named by the choice of one individual..PLUTO :) interesting .... and i want to name a PLANET or atleast a small celestial body..so the next time theres one discovered...i want to know.. in advance...read all about planet pluto and the owner of the name &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/4596246.stm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw..earth is the only name that has a german..old english origins.. the rest are based on greeko- roman mythology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) america is gearing up and waiting for its 300 millionth resident...population in the US increases 1 every 14 seconds on an average...the current count ?? see it &lt;a href="http://www.census.gov/population/www/popclockus.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 200 millionth person is magna cum lauda graduate from Harvard. he is a chem engineer by profession.. LETS GO ENGINEERS!!! he is a litigator by profession.. SMART MAN :)&lt;br /&gt;name? robert ken woo jr.&lt;br /&gt;Prediction for 300 millionth? its going to be a latin american boy born in LA... according to people following this event feverishly.. hahahaha..people can be so jobless :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ffectionate, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;Ed-eyed, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ore in the butt, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;nergy sapped, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;asty, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;morous, in the mood to make&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; L&lt;/span&gt;ove&lt;br /&gt;lets go gunners!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-113717980250220015?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/113717980250220015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=113717980250220015&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113717980250220015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113717980250220015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/01/general-trivia.html' title='General Trivia'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-113710294847206334</id><published>2006-01-12T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T16:55:48.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>time for a new post</title><content type='html'>man...W is overwhelmingly popular huh..thght i wrote many a better post..but he somehow attracted all the attention....:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT MOOD:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Expectant&lt;/span&gt;..India vs Pakistan ..test series kicks off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;: boss liked my work...hopefully so will prof..and my thesis is almost done :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Content:&lt;/span&gt; listening to some awesome music...old rock..new rock...am on rock.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking forward to jan 29:&lt;/span&gt; back home to india ...home..momma...and good food..and friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soothed: &lt;/span&gt;slept for 6 hrs last night...felt good..after a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ecstatic: &lt;/span&gt;Paper selected for conference in Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agile:&lt;/span&gt; Have run a lot this week..body feels awesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANAGRAM: &lt;/span&gt;SUCKKKKKKKKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-113710294847206334?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/113710294847206334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=113710294847206334&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113710294847206334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113710294847206334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/01/time-for-new-post.html' title='time for a new post'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-113694941354074235</id><published>2006-01-10T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T17:06:55.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>On a car bumper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey W, atleast when Clinton lied&lt;br /&gt;Nobody died!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaks for itself eh mateys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to add a piece..culdnt resist...one of W's awesome dialogues..i zilched it from some site :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"The questionnaire that she filled out is an important questionnaire. And, obviously, they will address the questions that the senators have in the questionnaire as a result of the answers to the questions in the questionnaire."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;" &gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-113694941354074235?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/113694941354074235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=113694941354074235&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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special message...to make sure that the person who i am talking about has visited this blog page and will do so in the future....i have carefully tried my hardest to not mention him on any message..in any picture..in any joke.....and it has been tough.... cos i have a small band of friends who i love taunting and ranting about in every other blog... :) the blogs in between have been abt me :D&lt;br /&gt;from humble acorns do great oaks grow... so true about u dude....have known u for 8 years now?? yes..almost 8...and yet have been good frds for only 4....:(..&lt;br /&gt;and ..in this 18 months in the US and a year before that.. i have found more solace in your friendship than any other ( save akkas ) ... thanks for being there...!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and if there is ever a moment..when u need help...look no further..than this maniacal friend that u have seen through the most difficult phase of his life .................&lt;br /&gt;am not an emotional person..but this had to be done......cos some things just must be......&lt;br /&gt;dude.....rock on... and be that one impenetrable brick that i always depend on....and never ever change....&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-113677505670062183?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/113677505670062183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=113677505670062183&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113677505670062183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113677505670062183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/01/long-waitends-here.html' title='long wait..ends here'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-113653580516888327</id><published>2006-01-06T03:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T07:58:44.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.....am content</title><content type='html'>4 interesting things happenned (pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i actually used the nick...RAG in some restaurant..cos i didnt have the patience to retell my name a million times..and at the end...he called me AH--NU--RAG :)..he apparently read my name off the credit card ka bill :)&lt;br /&gt;2) three of my best friends came into the US for their masters about 500 miles away...way better than being 12 hourly time zones away...one more landed the day before. good to have frds ard.&lt;br /&gt;3) am chatting away to glory..and staying awake on caffeine....had a fright when i looked at myself in the mirror tonight :).... i look monstrous.. i infact look as bad as "ro"man... which reminds me COLDPLAY and PEArlJAM rock :)&lt;br /&gt;4) i finally found out why men have nipples!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run hard...stay fit..and keep away from COKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-113653580516888327?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/113653580516888327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Killer Coke!!!</title><content type='html'>Coca-cola...the biggest brand in the world after Microsoft (ahem ahem.....and pardon me if i am outdated..this was what was told to me when i got a job in IBM)..the word coke "arandomoose tells me is hte second most used word in every language...after the word okay".i didnt know this..and neither did u ..isint moose such a smartie..so go read his blog for more gyaan."the conglomerate which gave us a RED HAPPY SANTA CLAUS (its true..coke made santa red...to promote their drink....) is now in soup..and about time too.&lt;br /&gt;Often with great power comes great indiscretion...large corporations have often sunk under the weight of these nefarious activities...ENRON...et.al. the list is endless.&lt;br /&gt;Coke has made all these look insignificant in face of binding proof of the murder of its employees in Columbia. 7 Trade union leaders have been killed for challenging the dominating, often suffocating nature of work at the plants...unions have been silenced using paramilitary forces, and the 6 largest shareholders, (who are also the high priests at Sun Trust Bank) one of who has served as a human rights member in the Carter Administration sees it as a plot to maim Coke!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;Coke has bullied its way in the past too...in india..there have been several protests..and lawsuits as the plants in India follow none of the rules mentioned in the agreements- depleting water table levels and forcing local workers to walk many miles away to even get a bucket of water. Plants in Plachimada, Kerala;Mehdiganj, Varanasi; Kala Dera, near Jaipur, Rajasthan(where the sinking water table has created water shortages for over 50 villages), Kudus village in Thane district in Maharashtra( where after exhausting water supplies in the area, the plant now imports water across pipelines from a RIVER!!!!!!) have all seen titanic struggles from poor local denizens, against the mighty corporation backed by local governments, more interested in getting a share of the profits.!!!&lt;br /&gt;Is it really that important for local governments, that while their citizens suffer, their coffers fill. I thought democracy was " for the people, by the people and of the people" someone forgot the adjective "rich" huh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there are still a few positives.. 10 major colleges in the US have banned the sale of Coke on campuses, till the charges are disproved..which hopefully wont be :)..The latest in the line was UMich on December 31st :)...These directives are owing to the pressure on the schools by the Student Unions.... It is a matter of joy and pride to see fellow students...contributing their two cents worth to society.Coke is also banned from most middle and high schools in the US too owing to its high calorie content as part of the reduce obesity campaign in the US..&lt;br /&gt;I have been an ardent fan of coke products for the past 6 years..but somewhere down the line.. reading stuff and realising the gravity of the situations being created in developing countries..these are but two of many... have now decided..enough is enough..am making my own small contribtuion...i have Banned Coke from my life...&lt;br /&gt;As a new year dawns, and all of us make silly resolutions....why not we take a step to contribute more to society that all of us have an obligation in making it enjoyable for everyone.... Please opt  for  banning coke  from your lives....&lt;br /&gt;Not only will it help people who are involved actively in the struggle...the more they see supporting their campaign, the more they know they are being supported in a quiet way.. it will also help ur sagging health...excess of coke...erases the enamel from teeth..makes stomachs saggy...increases the nonsense calories in you...among others... :(&lt;br /&gt;It will be a noble new year resolution!!!&lt;br /&gt;Have a great 2006 people :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-113615566267364304?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/113615566267364304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=113615566267364304&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113615566267364304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113615566267364304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2006/01/killer-coke.html' title='Killer Coke!!!'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-113592600681315976</id><published>2005-12-30T01:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T02:00:06.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vices in Society</title><content type='html'>One thinks that with education people become civilized.....and behave better with fellow humans..&lt;br /&gt;No huh!!!there are some vices that need to be removed...and that can come only from everyone reminding themselves and trying to become better human beings. heres my wishlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Never hit others...in anger..esply women (heard a bad story today!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;2) Do not abuse kids ( did u know 97% of all abuses occur within families..and nearly all of them go unreported..owing to parental... family..friends etc..pressure...)&lt;br /&gt;3) Do not drink and drive.. remember if u are so fond of klling urself...there are a zillion ways.. u dont have to take someone else's life with you..or worse..maim them for life.. oh..sooo..not cool!!)&lt;br /&gt;4) Do not give alms.. (encourages laziness...and theft!!!)&lt;br /&gt;5) Do not give into to rowdy, abusive elements..stand up to them..most of them are pussies.....&lt;br /&gt;6) Do not bribe!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;7) and No Reservations based on Caste..etc ..ppl... the old days have gone...most of India is nearly at par....i know some ppl wont agree....but it aint fair on the really talented ones!!! i know of a couple..the husband wanted to be a dentist but was beaten to the last seat by some reservation quota woman...years later..they got married...and the wife... feels sad now!!!! belated.. and how many others do not feel it at all..that they took the easy way out...and are not deserving..how many people die..suffer owing to being treated..being helped by inadequate.incompetent ppl.....:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brrrrr..am still angry!!!! things crop up in life..which u cant overlook and it hurts man!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-113572028784884021</id><published>2005-12-27T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T09:45:40.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Owing to pressure from lotsa quarters..am writing a blog..that does not involve me!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Scratch Scratch..hmm..we can talk about...hmmmm...ok FOOTBALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its an interesting year ahead for football...world cup in germany ..shuld be awesome..the final hurrah for a group of players that "this" generation (see i didnt say my) of supporters have been used to seeing..&lt;br /&gt;Zizou...makelele...figo...cannavaro..philip cocu...love all these guys...went online when the final set of tickets were out to see what capability a PIGS would have ..zuck...unless u want to max out those credit cards...the cheapest ticket was some tunisia vs....god knows who...whopping $195 :(.&lt;br /&gt;will watch it on www.sportingstreams.com ...$12 for 2 months.... this website is a cool one for leeches who do not want to pay exorbitant amounts to watch games but want to watch the games anyway... :)&lt;br /&gt;while on footer...one must talk about the boring boring tag that is being attached to the EPL (eng. premier league)... it is fair man..chelsea win matches..boringly too ....with the talent and the money tht they have....they should provide the flair..instead they provide the stubborn defensive backbone of EPL...makes other teams ape them...leads to a boring league.. two years ago..arsenal were playing such silken football that people thought no one could catch them.. but that bubble burst..and people are now onto them for playing weak...ineffective football..hmmm.. i hope the chelsea bubble bursts too...cos in 2 years i see a new arsenal team in the making.. got all the right ingredients ..other than experience. :)&lt;br /&gt;and how can one end a football post without talking about Barcelona and Brazil.... i would love to see a match between these two teams..with ronnie playing for barca....would be an absolute dream match...lets go Barca...u are keeping the interest alive for millions of football fans..with ur brand of football ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPL XI (on present form..only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose Reina Pepe (livpool)&lt;br /&gt;John Terry (C)&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Carragher&lt;br /&gt;Pascal Chimbonda&lt;br /&gt;Edgar Davids&lt;br /&gt;Frank Lampard&lt;br /&gt;Xavi Alonso&lt;br /&gt;Joe Cole&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Nolan&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Rooney&lt;br /&gt;Theirry Henry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORLD XI (Tough..but this is my dream team..wowww suddenly realised its tough to name just 11 players...feel inadequate)&lt;br /&gt;(3-5-2)&lt;br /&gt;Gianluigi Buffon&lt;br /&gt;John Terry&lt;br /&gt;Sol Campbell&lt;br /&gt;Allesandro Nesta&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Vieira&lt;br /&gt;Frank Lampard&lt;br /&gt;Juan Roman Riquleme&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldinho&lt;br /&gt;Michael Ballack&lt;br /&gt;Andriy Shevchenko&lt;br /&gt;Thierry Henry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second XI (4-4-2)&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Dida&lt;br /&gt;Frank Cannavaro&lt;br /&gt;William Gallas&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Cole&lt;br /&gt;Zdenek Grygera&lt;br /&gt;Claude Makelele&lt;br /&gt;Emerson Sosa&lt;br /&gt;Arjen Robben&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Rooney&lt;br /&gt;Adriano&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Eto'o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-113572028784884021?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/113572028784884021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-113565963845568690</id><published>2005-12-26T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T03:24:55.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year 2005</title><content type='html'>2005 came and went....and all that i remember from it is that I grew older.... :( Come to think of it..theres more to the year..let me try and get some memorable (not that memorable also :P) moments of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) hmmmm..this has to be top-of-pops.: Endured a split...a break-up and man..its more difficult than i thought it'd be :(. but now..been there done that...its a plus that we are still friends :)&lt;br /&gt;2) I own a car ...yipppppppppppppppppppeee...it costed me less than my laptop...hehehe..but its MY CAR...and i love it.&lt;br /&gt;3) Got my first paper selected for a conference...just 4 days back...for some statistics confo in Hawaii...looks the new years going to be good :)....maintaining a 4 GPA in the US in transpo is piece of cake :D...&lt;br /&gt;4) Played footer to my heart's content and also dabbled in more sport :)...always good fun!!! and gatorade rocks..wish i were in some chemistry stuff and made some moneymaking formula like this......&lt;br /&gt;5) made a few mad trips to NYC..and Miami...took lotsa "Patel pics" (the sort..where theres some special building or place etc..and u snap solo with it..so that u know u were there..silly but i like it)&lt;br /&gt;6) oops..this had to be higher in the rankings and hence, lower down in the order....Adopted a kid (ASHA for education)...felt older...but also nicer.:)&lt;br /&gt;7) Bought a handycam..and took lotsa sleazy videos :D..uploaded one at video.google.com.. type in Lord Vishnu...i promise u its good fun :)&lt;br /&gt;8) Read LOTR again and again...why didnt my dad write like that?? i would have become a better, more enthu person.&lt;br /&gt;9) For the first time...feel like an Indian citizen..am actually affected by stuff that happens back home..and argue with ppl when they talk nonsense abt my country :)..fistfight nearly..thank god i didnt..the dude was a 6 footer from poland!!! kryzno****************kz..something&lt;br /&gt;10) got offered a phd by my prof...thought i had stuff in me..my prof did.. and it felt good :)&lt;br /&gt;11) saw friends..jumping jobs...unsure abt future...thanked god..that inspite of all my cribbings..was atleast safe..cozy and secure :)&lt;br /&gt;12) saw the devastations...the aftermath of the Tsunami..the earthquake in Kashmir..the hurricanes closer to where i am..Florida..and the London blasts..Concluded that life is but ephemeral..enjoy it while it lasts :) iwish people were less violent though...and less fascist too.&lt;br /&gt;13) as a result of the above..did a lot of vela stuff...like this silly blog...orkut..and stickcricket.. also..lotsa shopping..pigging (no..it does not mean humping a pig..it means..eating like a pig).. and who remembers where else my time was wasted..oh yeah..Muvico..saw n number of movies..&lt;br /&gt;14) turned nocturnal..for the good part of the year...found that it suited me better...realized..that i was an unsocial animal...and that night life is WILLLLLLLLLD&lt;br /&gt;15) supported the indian cricket team..gave them my sleep...inherited dark circles....and was happy to see an invigorated indian team..ganguly sucks though !!!&lt;br /&gt;16) turned into an awesome cook..really..no kidding..and a clean freak...do not know with what emotion i look at these two traits...will keep in good stead in the near..forseeable..bachelor life :)&lt;br /&gt;17) took bath every single day of the year...has to be the first year of my life that this has happened....yipppeeeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;18) 17 happened..cos i was not sick in the whole year..never..not even once...touch wood..now where is my kewl armchair.when i want it...&lt;br /&gt;19) realized that friends..who are always there for you are a rarity..and that i am lucky enugh to have a handful of them.....u know who you are!!! i know too.. love ya guys n girl (or is it "s") hmm...lets make it girls..:)&lt;br /&gt;20) saw frds getting married..and talking abt squabbles..and responsibilities...thank god..!!!! not going down that road..for atleast half-a-decade!!!&lt;br /&gt;21) anils a leech...and will become big..leeching lotsa ppl on the way...:)..no one else merits a mention for special traits such as this...&lt;br /&gt;22) turning bald..knackered knee...small paunch...all signs of old age..sigh..plus two of my best frds turned uncles...(they have a nephew and a niece..god bless the kids)..and whenever i talk to my frds.its abt..remember those days..all signs of senility...&lt;br /&gt;23) akka and sanjeev and her remarkable marathon run and his half-marathon..to raise funds for orphaned kids in india..you are simply the best ra ...man...i wish i had ur motivation and good intentions..&lt;br /&gt;24) ma..for making me what i am today..u are awesome..special..and simply superb.....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24= my age...had to come up with atleast 24 special remembrances...actually some of them are repetitive...more clues to the fact that i suck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot to add geocaching..and paintball..cool fun things :) a must-do esply with femme frds.. its fun to see their expressions when they get hit..or see a spider..when geocaching..priceless :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-113565963845568690?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/113565963845568690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Pick- up Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of the infinite "i wanna know you thingies that float around Orkut..which is probably the best pick- up try maaroing place for vela people..esply indian males " Here's how it goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wana be frnd....like you... tel me miss can i entry in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; life... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;How are u and how`s going life there ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopng that u wil b fine and I just gone through your profile and I found it really impresive.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose u must be a decent person. I think I knocked the right door.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I am intersted in making friends who are really nice, understanding andsoft heartd GAL from anywhere in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;india&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And if i am not wrong u r the one Than v must made for eachother here&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I`m working in a news channel in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;delhi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; as a Producer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People may come people may go. No one makes an impact in your life.When a person comes even in your dreams. You know you got a good friend..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;r u interested in friendship for a&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;LIFE TIME !!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;if&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;YES&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;then reply me soon or if you like you can call me on my mobile no. 98100_5674.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bye....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deleted one digit in the number...privacy purposes..so all u despmax  femmes reading my blog cant call and bugger the desp  guy..and if u want the number..call me..talk to me...:)..ill give it to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Courtesy some poor femme whose orkut profile seems to be attracting the creme- de la creme of the despo indian male society :)......this is but the tip of the iceberg... have seen worse...but cant get my hands on one right now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;PS: try this line " wowwwww... you are pretty" if you are looking for a good intro line ..its corny but it works :P....not that i have tried it too often.and NO IT IS NOT A PICK-UP LINE.. JUST A FRIENDLY "HELLO" LINE :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-113556152274905581?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/113556152274905581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=113556152274905581&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113556152274905581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113556152274905581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2005/12/pick-up-line.html' title='Pick- up Line'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-113535853474334456</id><published>2005-12-23T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T19:49:34.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Women</title><content type='html'>Another in the weeklong series of women.....&lt;br /&gt;We had an interesting discussion the other day....."what attracts you most in a woman" was the theme for discussion...After the initial rounds..where people spoke abt the yada yada usual stuff.. i will not reveal for the fear of being attacked by those feminists among you...two interesting things happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Flashback.... i remembered what anil told me once..when we were young..and selling IIT Cul-fest tickets at the beach..the same night when anil (aka piss boy) jumped off my bike cos i was out of gas (thats what i call petol now)..and took a ride with a passing auto..:))))) bastard...will never forgive you for this... .well he told me " what a V man..i love a good V" looking at a woman ...hmmmmm... took me a while.but it hit me..wht the V was.&lt;br /&gt;and i found it hillarious..in hind sight..i still find it funny...and i burst out laughing in the middle of the discussion and ppl tght i was very gay to be laughing at a sensitive topic such as what we were talking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) one very drunk guy said...."her mom.thats what attracts me to a woman"... i was like wtf?? what do you mean by that... he went on to explain.. " dude..a woman may be pretty now..and seem all sexed and charged.and interesting. but if you want to go all the distance ( no anil..not that distance..am talking about marriage) with her..then you got to know how she'll be when shes old.." and not just looks he said.. her mom's probly what she'll turn out to be..." and everyone was like .."well said.well said"...and there was good ol' back slapping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..is there a link???dosen't life turn u into a much different person than your mom?? mebbe better..mebbe bitter"er".( i like my ability to rhyme).&lt;br /&gt;and moms are not always ard..dont friends matter more??? dont they influence u most in your middle age..and circumstances...&lt;br /&gt;u might end up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; like your mom (dad) when u grow old..but dont have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;behave&lt;/span&gt; like that...which gets me to my question..unrelated..but interesting all the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person is known by the company he keeps... consider the situation of a good man and his one bad frd (the bad guy has just one good frd..the good guy discussed above)&lt;br /&gt;"then is a good person bad cos he has one bad frd. or is the bad frd good, cos he keeps the company of one good man??????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to write abt the convo that I had and about the question thats been burning in my head since i was in 10th grade....does not make much relative sense...but i don't care :)..&lt;br /&gt;phew...now that both are out of my head...i can calm down and work...see what happens when u live all alone in a house...it gets maddening :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-113535853474334456?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/113535853474334456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=113535853474334456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113535853474334456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113535853474334456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2005/12/women.html' title='Women'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-113526487605042761</id><published>2005-12-22T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T17:36:34.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Velagiri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have been vela....there is work to do..but since i am not able to sleep...have had more time.. and am falling in love with the whole idea of a blog...hmmm....anyway...&lt;br /&gt;revisited old flames yday...saw Basic Instinct :D...&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool movie....each time i see it...i come up with a different reasoning to the movie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The finale of the ambiguous film arbitrarily leaves the inexplicable question of the guilt and/or innocence of the dangerous liaisons of the main characters up for grabs - did Catherine, in the ultimate mind/sex game, frame Elisabeth Garner with the murders? Or is Roxy the killer up until the time of her own death? Or did Catherine commit all of the murders herself? Or are all of them guilty in one way or another? "...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sums up what i think in someone elses words.... :)&lt;br /&gt;dont want to explain the movie...its far too old and far too classical for that...but theres one thing taht i want to talk about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A confident woman..confident about her sexuality is portrayed as powerful and in control.. and being adored by lotsa men....esply in the famous interrogation scene...but in real life it aint that way ...any woman..that is so confident ..infact bullish..has immediately antagonized herself...esply in a working enviornment... all the males gang up..want to make sure she gets f***ed...that is REALITY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man still has not reached a level..where he accepts a woman's leadership easily..without a whimper of a fight.. its tough to be a lady-boss in this world ...and more so...if she is sexy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u are a woman..and a boss..and sexy ...i toast to you...keep up the good work...and keep flaunting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-113526487605042761?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/113526487605042761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=113526487605042761&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113526487605042761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113526487605042761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2005/12/velagiri.html' title='Velagiri'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-113522669648046556</id><published>2005-12-21T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T23:44:56.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cheer of the Holiday Season....... Revisited</title><content type='html'>After the whacko  post earlier today...this is a much more solemn one. For the first time in my life, and probably undeservingly I was the central figure in someone's life.&lt;br /&gt;I have two friends..a married couple..who study with me.. a quiet unassuming, twosome who are the sort that you would see in a crowd, who would smile at you..you would smile back..but then nothing..they wont demand attention..nor will they demand recollection....&lt;br /&gt;I was at their place for dinner..they had invited me..for an early Christmas dinner..they told me. I was all happy...free food i thought...and was there ..a little later after the time I promised them. It was a wonderful dinner, thoughtfully cooked...bearing in mind the fact that I do not eat meat... I loved the meal...and then they prayed...well...hmmm..again nice and simple..showed me around their house..a wonderful place too.. a place that can be called "home" oh so easily...and then they did the ultimate..they thanked me for making their Christmas memorable...Hmmm..i thought it was a joke...Apparently not!!!! i had put the wife in touch with a friend of mine...who was looking for an intern..and she landed the job....i was just the medium....nothing specatacular that i did...but they were so happy...she cos she loved the job..he cos he had found a "friend.. who had helped them in need"...never have i been more embarassed by such emotional displays.. more so cos it was misplaced..they needed to thank my frd for hiring her...not me :(...&lt;br /&gt;all the while i craved for the limelight..the special position in someone's life...but when it came.. i realized i am not ready for it..nor am i deserving...&lt;br /&gt;a truly humbling experience indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May everyone in this world have a wonderful holiday season...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-113522669648046556?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/113522669648046556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=113522669648046556&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113522669648046556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113522669648046556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2005/12/cheer-of-holiday-season-revisited.html' title='The Cheer of the Holiday Season....... Revisited'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-113519396406695473</id><published>2005-12-21T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T05:54:42.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas :)</title><content type='html'>All i want is someone ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) to wash my clothes...give me a bath..iron my clothes...cook and clean up..vaccum the house..and wait for me every evening..after work.&lt;br /&gt;2) with huge dowry capability...and culpability&lt;br /&gt;3) who is pretty..fair...good figure...&lt;br /&gt;4) with no shopping interests.....should accompany me though.&lt;br /&gt;5) with no social interests...other than entertaining me.&lt;br /&gt;6) who knows broken english.... at most...in the least..should be able to print her name.. to converse with me when i am in the english mood.&lt;br /&gt;7) with extreme singing capability....and good at sewing buttons back on. i seem to lose them daily.&lt;br /&gt;8) with a good memory...should be my daily reminder...&lt;br /&gt;9) who can play footer...when i want to....and pretty good at that too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa please grant me my wish....&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;Yours lovingly...&lt;br /&gt;K.Anurag (Boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa gives me&lt;br /&gt;A Robot...a female one..cos i specified my gender....he also adds that he found "her" somewhere the second time he was reading my letter trying to match specifications.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL: Father in Heaven and Technology do not go well together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-113519396406695473?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/113519396406695473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=113519396406695473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113519396406695473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113519396406695473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2005/12/xmas.html' title='Xmas :)'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-113510104841071146</id><published>2005-12-20T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T15:20:15.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swiss Army Knife and X......</title><content type='html'>I finally own a Swiss Army Knife!!!!!!what does it mean to me u might ask??? the WORLD actually... why?? Am i swiss? NO.. Am I Army?? NO... and for thePJ Kings among you.. let me humour you... Am i a knife?? NO u asses!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then why the khushi you might ask?? it gives me the comfort of having to search always for one item..and not different items each time..that is but a small advantage..the major plus is...i now own the world...I have the power to hypnotize and win over the world ..hehehehe...grin..smirk...power..absolute power.. you dont belive me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/EvilCalvinHobbesTrans.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/320/EvilCalvinHobbesTrans.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ill give u a small example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deserted Parking Lot (School Campus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my Victorinox Knife... walking..after parking my "P"seud car: suddenly..a whimper.. my extra- sensitive ears hear it..and i whiz to the source of that distressed sound..neadless to say it is a cute woman..else i wouldnt go...(unlike kee...who just needs a woman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What seems to be the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman (W): (dazzled by my good looks ....stunned.... recovers..stutters)..well my car seems to be locked..and i have forogtten my keys in the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (thinking to myself) Women are so dumb!!! (btw...i have locked myself out 7 times and counting in 6 months...i even made a spare key..and put it in my wallet..next time i forgot the wallet inside too...hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;Out Loud: Let me see what I can do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W: thank you mr.....um..can i call u knight in shining armor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO!!!!!!( i remember some past instance in life..will reveal it at an appropriate time).. that is for someone else..call me Rag..anurag (no no..i dont use that short form of my name for pseud value...just for the article)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know what ill do..ill wrench your window..use my stiff wire from my Swiss Army Knife and u will be saved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W; wow..great..u are sooo smart and so dashing ..(no sarcasm..she really loves me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: looking frantically..one pocket..the other...damn damn...finally...somewhere in the nook of my jacket...(imagine for a sec..taht Forida is colllllllllllllllllllllllld....romanticism works better when cold...with a fire growling too..but cant have that here huh) i find it.. (all happens really fast..another imagination..ever seen the matrix..when time freezes yet is at the same time..watever...) woman still loves my presence of mind.&lt;br /&gt;Here it is...your life-saver..i exhale out...(proudly displaying my swiss army knife).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w: looks awflly difficult to use (the quintessential dumb bimbette needed to make a hit masala story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 mins..i am efficient..by now..as u can imagine..with my stiff wire..and a wedge (practise makes a man perfect u know)..i open the window...with ease..and the gleam of an arabian thief in my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W: (really thankful..eyes glistening..).how can i ever repay you??is there something i can do? i mean..anything...anything..for ur kind help..in this terribly freezing night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: is there something i want?? i cant take advantage cos i am her hero( me and ethical.. good joke..but then its my story..so lets play along)..so what can i do??&lt;br /&gt;I know..nows the time to tell the story abt the knight...so i tell her...do me a favor..call this number and ask the guy..."will u be my knight in shining armor..and show me around the Mississippi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W: yes..anything..though i thought ud ask something else..u are so...whats that word... NOBLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 secs later..dialed..ringing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X.. hey...hello...you have reached X (with a mississippi drawl...read..farmer drawl :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W: repeats what i have told her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: (babe..asking me out...strrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrikkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkke... is my hair ok..do i smell good..breath ok?? aww shucks..shes on the phone right) Sure lady...&lt;br /&gt;i am black as the night...my hair is like Medusa's..my Touch is like Midas's..but my hear is fair like Aragorn's....and i know the river like i know my body(was that cool enought...i dont know..will have to ask GK later..he thinks) i will show you around the Mississippi....on my horse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W: (positively scared...what the hell is he talking...looks at me)..i say play on...(btw..the phone is on loudspeaker mode.its a super cool phne.....i have a cool Sony Ericson Walkman phone...and u can also hide the number when u call..for those of u looking for a flaw in the story..of course hte woman culd have used her phone too..but had to show off my phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: i shall be thy knight in shining armor..and shall take u ard...town..and the woods with no fear..thy shall have thy best time of thy life...ok..where do i pick you up?? and when??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W: umm.. i live in Tampa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: (recollects..Tampa...hmmm.who else lives in Tampa?? sheryl?? tina?? rosy?? who am i kidding..i dont know these girls...damn damn...i remember...Anurag..you !@#$%^&amp;amp;*()...)&lt;br /&gt;(to the woman)..ok lady..thanks for offer.. but i shall take a rain check.... grrr...hang up you fiend...you...donkey .( thats as bad as hell abuse..our man...is well behaved towards women..and he hopes she falls for his chivalrous use of abuses..in spite of obviously being angry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W. What was that all about??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: another of the great mysteries in life my dear.. to much for ur lil head. go on..go home..and warm the hearth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W: thank you again...you are weird..but weird in a delightful sense....here have my number..u will call me wont you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: yes my dear...go now,..before i do something stupid...go ...go... (hindi movie style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my laughs...and i open an old wound..and have a new fan thus..the legend of anurag and the swiss army knife lives on...and i keep winning over the pretty women..and the men soon follow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the uninitiated..which thanks to X's carefulness..is the whole world.other than me...this is based on a true-life incident..minus the swiss knife....:))))))))..dont worry "samm"..oops did i name you?? oh my god..sorry sooo sorry.. :)))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask him for more details....well actualy...i ll give it to you..the dope chatted with me thinking i was a girl for 4 months..and wrote me exciting mails...always springing in the odd prose and poetry..and that "fictional" girl was the first to get his cell number..he was positively opposed to anyone else having it :))))))...man..i had my laughs...:))))))))),...but u are the best a blast to have ard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...on-offers are as good as STICKERS...in my view atleast :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the swiss army knife..is a good deal..worth having ard..and the torchlight tht they give is cool too..also doubles as a candle....for those romantic moments..in the woods :)..sigh.....ask X aka.. samm for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios amigos..ppl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-113510104841071146?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/113510104841071146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=113510104841071146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113510104841071146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113510104841071146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2005/12/swiss-army-knife-and-x.html' title='Swiss Army Knife and X......'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-113509452733140901</id><published>2005-12-20T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T11:25:01.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sabsa acha kaun?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;color:GRAY;"  &gt;A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where train stops. On my desk, I have a,work station...guess u smarties follow my strain of thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an optimist..i tell everyone..once the job reaches me.i finish it...&lt;br /&gt;my boss is a freaking pessimist..he thinks the exact opposite..that the job stops moving ahead...&lt;br /&gt;let us see why he thinks like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons in his Favor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i am never in the office before 11 am.&lt;br /&gt;2) i read up soccernet for an hour..and i watch footer on winamp on my laptop while at work.&lt;br /&gt;3) i fart a lot with my office mates...cos theres one miss cutie2pie in the office.&lt;br /&gt;4) i am the vice-president of a student body....sports coordinator..for another organization..and indulge myself in those bodies..owing to the high number of free food gatherings that are organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons in my Favor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have done all the tasks reasonably before the deadline.&lt;br /&gt;2) I dont have a social life..therefore..am slogging my butt...in front of the comp even after its sunset.&lt;br /&gt;3) I love doing work..am a workaholic.&lt;br /&gt;4) the clincher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM THE BEST :)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-113509452733140901?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/113509452733140901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=113509452733140901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113509452733140901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113509452733140901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2005/12/sabsa-acha-kaun.html' title='sabsa acha kaun?'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-113486743459936577</id><published>2005-12-17T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T07:57:53.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends..</title><content type='html'>There are three kinds of friends, in my opinion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stickers&lt;/span&gt;: the kind you'll stick with a long time and still enjoy their company...of course ull have to share a lot in common or atleast have another interesting common friend in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On-offers&lt;/span&gt;: these are those..with who you'll share sparks everytime you meet them..not those sparks anil.. but, neither takes the effort to keep in touch constantly..makes for some pretty interesting convos about in-between times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suckers&lt;/span&gt;: bulliers, social obligations etc..etc: people you can do without, but who you keep bumping into owing to different circumstances...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man being inherently weird, stickers are very difficult to find..there has to be inherent mind and wavelength matching you see...I thought I had a few stickers, but have been finding weird stuff about them recently. Not that i care, cos i am the "i don't care what u do with the rest,as long as we are having fun" types..but its still interesting...cos " man is known by his friends" and as i stick with them..there must be a reason..mebbe i am all these too and these might come out someday as my characteristics too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: one guy is umm well...not straight ...and is attracting guys with his culinary skills.. um...u are a guy dude...think hard..if u think the way to the guys heart is his bottomless pit.. then u haven't learnt much abt urself huh!!!! and to think of all those days in the hostel..when we crashed in the common room together...godd.i feel so vulnerable...u shuld look at his scrapbook to know who this is :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Another has a mating cycle!!!!! talking about a human..yes. And he has uncontrollable urges to get at the opposite sex during these months..anywhere..everywhere...u know who i am talking abt..a certain 'italian" connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: A third thrives on bettering whatever you have to say...Me: " hey, I got a job", Friend: " Good, I am happy..Btw, did i tell you about my offer?"... Dude dont make it sound like a competition...takes the fun out of friendship..sigh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: A fourth..many fourths.....live in the virtual world..see..i understand the virtual world..and the ease of connecting people and places..but in my view..its to improve connections that have already been made...ok ok..i am lying on this one..but its one thing to have a nice conversation to relieve stress...but to make it the central point of one's life...umm..am not so sure :)..don't get pissed... am not being hypocritical or judgemental...just stating facts..so that i never forget them.. and stick by these rules...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{i have taken the 5th amendment.. meaning the i do not have to reply to the fact that it is a singular "fourth" or plural "fouths" ..keep guessing }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: A fifth...is ego-centric..Me on the phone :" Hey...how are you..ssup?" Friend: " Busy as shit.. bye"... Later.. Friend: " Hey...how are you?"..Me: "(thinking and saying) Busy ra".. Friend: " You know what i did today..you wont believe....yada yada yada" Me musing much later: " Do I have a value in your life my friend?" Mebbe i do..cos thats y u tell me stuff...but well....there should be some balancing in my value of time..and yours" :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: and then there are some...who believe in the undeniable lure of the bucks..and all they talk abt is what can be done with that dudds (tam)..and how they need to be presentable..and give presents to this person..that distant aunt..uncle.. *yawn*... i never told it to your face...but i HATE it.... :)))..its ok sometimes people....not always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: and then there are others who are just nice...calm..and collected...who u know will stand u in good stead in all times of diffculties...ur diametrical opposites.... who u admire..and are like admired...for being totally different people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. And then there is me...the epitome of perfection....&lt;br /&gt;a) short-tempered&lt;br /&gt;b) hate to lose&lt;br /&gt;c) narcissist...most topics tend to come back to some experience of mine...well..i think thats not too bad...but someone told me recently..that it was childish!!! childish..hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;d) childish :))&lt;br /&gt;e) and a mixture of all the above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my "stickers" for sticking by me inspite of my larger failings...&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all...i would have named..but i fear..i might forget someone..and hurt him (the "her" are so few..cannot forget them :)))) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good snaps :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/me_kee_and_anurag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/320/me_kee_and_anurag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/2f5a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/320/2f5a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me pimping...keerthi on the left..anil on the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/a5d0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/320/a5d0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Meghamsh and Anil :))) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dancing Drunk on Hostel Night :))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/6ff0.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/320/6ff0.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;        meghamsh (next to me) and Balaji.. (standing..second from left)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/school%20grp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/200/school%20grp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;School Grp: me..shweta to my right..and ravi to my left.the fat dude..nice ppl both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;priya and me...she calls it the evolution snap .. and i agree...the pinnacle of evolution being me :P.. btw.. i look like a fool :))))) therefore..man is a fool..waah waah :)))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/my%20trips%20053.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/200/my%20trips%20053.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/DSC06408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/200/DSC06408.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my roomies...:)))))..love this snap too :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/DSCN0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/400/DSCN0050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     Me and Sai Kirkiri Maama.... :) mast times :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I cant seem to paste the snap descriptions close enugh to the snaps...give up... i am technologically slow..so bear with me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-113486743459936577?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/113486743459936577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=113486743459936577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113486743459936577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113486743459936577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/2005/12/friends.html' title='Friends..'/><author><name>Hitchcock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01848595654635426505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2005_11_cocacola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16477499.post-113468683635528661</id><published>2005-12-15T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T17:47:16.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calvin :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/seewith.4.gif"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/400/seewith.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to mah main man.Calvin and his side- kick Hobbes.... Man ...the whole collection is just priceless...These books have put me to bed countless times...and always with a smile on my stupid face...are they for real peopl?? you bet they are.. it is an artist's wonderful interpretation of the real world....the joys..the sorrows....the pure enthusiasm..unbridled, uncontrolled...and most of all..the happy ending!!!..&lt;br /&gt;when i was a kid..it didnt make sense to me as to why everything ended happy.....for a while i thought it was cos people had so much sorrow in their lives that they wanted to read joyful stuff..&lt;br /&gt;i now like to think.that things are meant to end happy..gives me more peace..and something to look forward to...&lt;br /&gt;the strip on the right is one of my faves....and it applies to my life...no..i dont enjoythe company of tigers..i just like to be by myself..than with others..i believe that having others makes u dependent on them eventually..and leads to hurt and confusion and contortions..my relationship status did i hear...yeah ..u know the answer :)&lt;br /&gt;one of earliest memories..as a kid..was that of a new telephone in the house.. someone called for my mom..and asked they could speak with her..i said sure...and cut the phone...my mom thought that i was dumb.., and i did too ...for a long time..till i saw this :)))))..yo ma..me not all alone after all in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/zweirdo.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/400/zweirdo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one of the best strips..is calvin banging on a coffee table...damn..cant find it anywhere.....i did too...find it right below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/coffee%20table.gif"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/400/coffee%20table.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres a couple more i love...one is his transmogrifier...and another is calvinball..though it is not as popular as his transmogrifier...calvinball remains close to me..cos i remember playing some weird games when i was young..one was playing a mix of hockey..and tennis....with a cricket bat....hmmm...thats all i remember abt it...but i remember me and a best friend of mine had loads of fun...those were the good times..hmmmm...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/newrule.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/400/newrule.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calvinball..also is a reflection of myself..in the fact that i am a non-conformist..other than the rules that i make myself....to those i am truthful and abide wonderfully :).... i also obey the rules of the road..have seen some wonderful friends make stupid mistakes when they drive :(&lt;br /&gt;Bill Watterson is one heck of a guy...all those countless stressed faces that become de-stressed in one strip..woww..i wish i had a talent like that..but...then each has his own....mine is finding my way around most issues....other than the road...make it my way :)))).another Calvin Special.. look below :))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/loophole.gif"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/400/loophole.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid....read 10th grade...i was a skinny kid.. who had a witty (in my opinion) tongue. but no strong body to match the trouble it got me into..there were a couple of guys....ro***. grumble..grumble..who let me have it a lot :)). to those i owe this..this is what i think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/1600/moe-ape.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2289/1565/320/moe-ape.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate BULLIES!!!!!! try fighting me now... i still dont have the physical prowess...blame it on the genes..but i have the guile now to temper down my witty comments...to prevent it coming down to blows :)))..with age man gets WISER..True true !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mans best friend is a book...if that book is a Calvin and Hobbes...then i dont even need a babe ever man :))))) and no friend either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: All my dear friends..cannot do without you...the whole thing is just an artistic renidition by my brain :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-113468683635528661?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/113468683635528661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=113468683635528661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16477499/posts/default/113468683635528661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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$20000 hospi bill..some good frds and a decent education. what more could a guy wish for. other than home cooked food. thats one thing i havent improved much...&lt;br /&gt;i cooked decent sambar..at my place..the tastiness of a dish is decided by how much of the rice is left after the meal. i won clean plate award yday. so mebbe i am getting better after all.&lt;br /&gt;above all these mundane things...what distresses me more is my inability to concentrate for long periods of time on my research..i seem to want to take a break every so often..in fact i took a loo break even when there was no outward force just to kill time...if someone can help with that.. that will be awesome....&lt;br /&gt;won a baddie tournament the other day..desi students are pretty pathetic out here...so am trying to add to my trophy collection..this is the first individual sporting trophy that i have.. all the rest were as part of a team. most memorable of course was the gold medal in schroeter footy just before i graduated from IIT :)..so was sangam footer final..both were special.&lt;br /&gt;saw india play today..boring ..crickets gone back a couple of levels after the end of the ashes.. speaking of sports..sol campbell made a welcome return to the arsenal fold. god..did they miss him or what. go arsenal..lets kick some ass.....&lt;br /&gt;thats it for now guys...more updates later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-112725642261072509?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/112725642261072509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=112725642261072509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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or wot..the settings were very different from where i have met them often...orlando..as compated to the sodden trodden marsh fields of Taramani. but, the magic was still there. the whimsical behavior of megs ,saikris ever on the lookout to r*** megs for any reason,..and my vela behvior to just listen to the garbage and laugh at every possible instance: were all there.&lt;br /&gt;To the uninitiated.we are a part of a group of 6...the other 3 are in good ol' india...kee..anil..and balaji.. all of us had one aim in life at IIT..(pseud puts...IIT feeling)waste time doing the most jobless of stuff. some of us chose career paths better than the rest :D...but not that there is much to separate us from each other.&lt;br /&gt;back to the main track....it was one long drive after another..tampa bay to orlando to pick up megs..from there to miami to meet other acquaintances..back to orlando..a usual visit to theme parks there and back to the bay.....&lt;br /&gt;i felt for the first time that home is where the heart is..and part of the heart is with good frds.. felt like i was rewinding teh clock...to compensate for the other three..we had a new frd..my roomie here...he will fit in effortlessly into the grp..with like minded thghts and mannerisms.&lt;br /&gt;ok..long story short...it was afun meeting..and lots of shit happened. had to write a scrap so came up with this one :) will do a better job next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16477499-112612435020254991?l=anuragsgunners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anuragsgunners.blogspot.com/feeds/112612435020254991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16477499&amp;postID=112612435020254991&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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