You think you know me??!!YES...NO...Whatever

Term 1 - Intiial days......Post Mid-terms

2006-08-03T04:27:00.000-07:00

June 14, 2006 to August 3, 2006. More than a month. Yes. That’s the time I have kept away from blogging. Lack of time after coming here is one reason that can be used any point of time. But to this I would add plain laziness to sit and type certain things. But then, they are just “certain things”, its just that I can’t identify where and how to place them.

One of my friends said, MBA – leadership, motivation, constipation and loose motion. They are all the same here in an MBA. Very true. Period.

The initial days here were fun to say the least. This statement doesn’t mean that its not fun anymore but now things are changing. Hopefully for the better. Rushing through project deadlines and googlising has become a part of every other person out here. Somehow I don’t find google useful in such kind of projects but then you also have to hail the power of group work where you end up feeling sorry why you actually think differently because you don’t actually use google. I must also confess here that I have nothing against Google but I always keep it as the last resort as much as possible. Learning. Application. Putting things into practice. Now, these were all words that I used more often than once in those interviews that I appeared for. So far things have been good but this concept of just working for the deadlines seem to kill each every aspect written right there.

It would surly not be fair if I give my thoughts on SADA. Now, SADA is one of the nine subjects which actually stands for Societal Analysis and Developmental Alternatives. Somehow I just don’t seem to dig it for reasons more than one. And the best part is I don’t know whom to blame.

Whereas, there is Financial and Cost Accounting. Now don’t even get me started on that. PL statement . Cash flow statement and balance sheet give me a feeling that very soon I ll loose my mental balance.

Of course, how could I miss out on the concept called Class Participation(CP). Now this is some hell of an idea by the faculty in the campus. Giving marks to students on the basis if their level of participation. I have come up with a law which goes thus-

The amount of CP and the dumbness quotient of a question taken up by a person is directly proportional to the time spent by a person sleeping in the class.

However , I feel that the faculty can easily differentiate the men from the boys when it comes to CP, at least. Oh, its really a shame that people are in their early, mid late 20s and still copy so shamelessly in exams as if this is the end of the world. I find it even more surpsring because it is in subjects like where what the professor wants is your opinion and not your neighbour’s.

Sometimes I feel like running away. Running away from this madness. Only thing that keeps me going is the fact that I m not alone in this haze out here. Every other person is equally lost. Time flies out here. Its been just over a month here and I have had my midterms, made some good friends, made some not so good ones as well. But life goes on. And it sure will.

From XIMB

2006-06-14T04:26:00.000-07:00

this one is a post for naam ke vaaste( for names's sake)

just to register the day before the classes start at XIMB.

Crap, Movies et al

2006-04-29T05:57:00.000-07:00

Every time I sit to blog I put so much thought into things like what should I write about, how should I start and how long should be it, etc. My responses for each of them being different everytime. But the truth being that none of them actually matter. Why?

Because I write crap. Big time crap( But then, I m happy thinking that when I person says that I so crappy. Its all relative to something he thinks is crappy, which actually may not sound look, or even taste crappy to me).

Why do I write so bad? No, I don’t say so. The Microsoft Word says so by drawing a long green ugly curly line right across the second sentence of this entry of mine. As if that ugly line is going to change the meaning I’m trying to put across. There is that ugly line there again. Oh! Puh-leez leave me alone Mr. Bill Gates…I prefer to write I m rather than I’m. Is that clear?

The week so far had been filled with movies. With some of them being good and others really horrible to say the least. However let me clarify that not all of them are new. In fact only one of tem is new. Rest are at last a more than a month old and the oldest one is at least three decades old.

List of the ones that I saw: National Treasure, Who Am I? , Mr and Mrs Smith, Swayamvaram(Mal), Darna Zaroori Hai(Hindi), Being Cyrus. The last one being the best of the lot.

In the meantime this news about this author called Kaavya Vishwanathan has really got me interested. Apparently, she wrote a book called How Opal Mehta which was so lifted from other books written by another lady. It was smart work I must admit. Change the name of the character in question and ythe place he eats and what he eats and impress her readers as if its her own idea. Does she really think that people are fools and wont b able to make out? Anyways, she has apologized to the author who accused her of plagiarism and said that she admired Ms McCafferty for what she wrote. And they formed such an impressing on her mind that It somehow showed in Kaavyya writing too…. She still doesn’t understand ? Does she? Kaavya. We Are NOT fools. Do you get it? I love J D SALINGER. I read catcher in the rye whenever I m bored or alone. That does not mean that the book I write will be about a kid from college whose name was Jason Matheson. Crap. That what it is.

If you are interested just check the comparison for yourself here .

Anyways this entry ends right where it started. CRAP. Sorry to end on that stinky note ;-)

Forwards

2006-04-19T20:27:00.000-07:00

Usually I just delete those numerous forwards that i get in my inbox. Read this one somewhere. Just read it. Somewhere down the line you may feel like you are reading about yourself. Whoever wrote this and if you are reading this, you are way to good, MAN!!!

It is when you stop going along with the crowd andstart realizing that there are a lot of things aboutyourself that you didn't know and may or may not like.You start feeling insecure and wonder where you willbe in a year or two, but then get scared because youbarely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that,maybe, those friends that you thought you were soclose to aren't exactly the greatest people you haveever met and the people you have lost touch with aresome of the most important ones. What you do notrealize is that they are realizing that too and arenot really cold or catty or mean or insincere, butthat they are as confused as you.

You look at your job. It is not even close to what youthought you would be doing or maybe you are lookingfor one and realizing that you are going to have tostart at the bottom and are scared.

You miss the comforts of college, of groups, ofsocializing with the same people on a constant basis.But then you realize that maybe they weren't so great after all.

You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not want. Your opinions have gottenstronger. You see what others are doing and findyourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundariesin your life and add things to your list of what isacceptable and what is not. You are insecure and thensecure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force ofyour life. You feel alone and scared and confused.Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling onto the past with dear life but soon realize that thepast is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone youloved could do such damage to you or you lay in bedand wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough toget to know better. You love someone but maybe lovesomeone else too and cannot figure out why you aredoing this because you are not a bad person.

One night stands and random hook ups start to lookcheap and getting wasted and acting like an idiotstarts to look pathetic. You go through the sameemotions and questions over and over and talk withyour friends about the same topics because you cannotseem to make a decision.

You worry about loans and money and the future andmaking a life for yourself and while wining the racewould be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that everyone reading thisrelates to it. We are in our best of times and ourworst of times, trying as hard as we can to figurethis whole thing out.

r.i.p

2006-04-06T03:40:00.000-07:00

This post is surely going to one of the many weird or sad or I-dont-know-what-crap-to-call-it kinda posts I m going to write.

Our house is a place where you get to see a lot of cats(NO. Not as pets. Stray cats.). Fat cats, slender cats, dirty cats, smelly or rather stinking cats. You name it. Its there. Anyways, her is what happened. I woke in the morning and as usual was hanging around in the kitchen getting my breakfast and all. In the meantime was just talking to my mother about whther she believes in a thing called 'soul'. Whether all living thing have a soul and I just happened to ask her whether all an animal also has a soul? Is mind synonymous with soul? Anyways the questions that i asked her is not the point. While I was asking those questions, I happened to see this little cat in our backyard. And as usual, simply for the heck of it,I tried to scare it away. But it never moved. I tried again but the same happened. That cat was staring right at me as if it ll jump right at me and gouge my eyes our or something like that. But somewhere I felt that it wont be able to do that. That cat was not doing all that great i felt. I called my mother and told her the same. And then we left it at that. Things went on as usual. Breakfast. TV. Mail.TV.Lunch. India wins. Friends. Dinner. After dinner, my mother tells me that the cat we saw in the morning lay dead in the backyard this evening while was at my friend's place.

When I started to type this out, I felt that what happened was kinda sad or weird. But now, I guess there is nothing much to it.

May the Cat's 'soul' rest in peace. R.I.P.

I'm through....At last

2006-03-26T17:13:00.000-08:00

Yes. That is what I got to see yesterday morning.

Just when I was thinking of things not working out with me, these guys come and spring this helluva surprise on me. As I have no other admits till date, all i can say is Xavier Institute Of Management, Bhubaneshwar - watch out because I'm there. I'm happy. :-)

Now what this means is I get to go to one of the better B-schools in India. This also means that I get to spend two years of my life in Eastern India( Bhubaneshwar, Orissa - to be precise), which till now was not anywhere on my lists of I-have-been-there cities. So the list now is Trivandrum,Bangalore,Patiala, Mumbai, Bhubaneshwar. it also means that I get to move out of Trivandrum, one of the places I dread (not because of the city, but its citizens out here). And what it also means is - I'm gonna miss home.:-(

All in all, I 'm happy. :-)

PS: Added the last line of the post just b'cos I didnt want to end it with the sad smiley in the earlier line. ;-)

Dullest Blog

2006-03-24T02:00:00.000-08:00

The Dullest Blog

It really is the dullest for sure. Makes me happy when I see those kinda posts. I dont want to brag or anything but I write better than all of them anyday anytime.

Blank Noise Project

2006-03-23T15:13:00.000-08:00

Can you imagine a world without men? No crime and lots of happy fat women. ~Nicole Hollander

Its 3 in the morning and here I am surfing the net for the last hour or so reading the many posts on Blank-Noise-Project . This blog has links to a number of posts witten by women who have some point of time have been eve-teased or sexually harassed.

All that has been running through my mind is why are men like this? If I had a sister, she also would have to go through all this almost evevryday? Worse, if I had a daughter. Words will not come from my mouth if they ever ask me the same question in my mind - WHY ARE MEN LIKE THIS?

Sometimes the too filmi - "tere ghar main maa-behen nahin hain kya" is all that the women here can ask and stay silent. There are so many of them who would be just living it all out silently. Irrespective of the reach of the blank-noise-project I believe we need more of such things coming out in the open. At the same time also solutions too like, Blank Noise Project Solutions .But then, all of it would be of no use if men, and when I say men mean everyone - mallu, surd, gujju, afro-american, german the whole lot of them, who get such cheap thrills out of this just go to hell and live it out for ages and come back as a woman in the next life. If only there were such provisions back there...up where pople say He lives.

Links to a few of the many blogs i read related to this:

Mumbai Girl - Why did you touch her?

Hemangini Gupta's Train to Chennai

Blank Noise Project solutions

FIx You - lyrics too good

2006-03-02T20:01:00.000-08:00

When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
COULD IT BE WORSE?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I

Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.

What is Your P.o.A

2006-03-02T18:27:00.000-08:00

P.o.A - Plan of Action

I have read in books and heard from a lot of people - HE has a plan for us all.

I wish i could ask HIM( If there is a person called HE,HIM) ... WHATS UR P.O.A for me? Whatever be the P.o.A I'm not quite happey the way things are moving right now.

Everything is deja vu all over again.

GMD

2006-02-08T18:18:00.000-08:00

Gaand lag gayi...thats how the northies would put it in India.

too put it politely in English -Screwed up big time -

and bluntly - got f****d ion the ass........... thats exactly how I'm feeling write now

i dunno why? but in no way does it feel good

listening to Bodhitree from XLRI singing GAAND mein danda...so apt for the occassion to say the least...

travelling etc.

2006-02-06T23:09:00.000-08:00

For the last one week I have been traveling the length and breadth of Kerala as if I m contesting some major elections. And I swear it sometimes can be a real pain in the ass doing that. But the truth is I still like traveling. It is just so much of fun whether you are doing it alone and more if you are with the people who like being with. The trips I have taken till date have mostly been the former category ones. That’s of course excluding the ones that we take to our hometown, which often has my parents and my brother. Both are pretty good in their own kinda way. When I am alone, I’m all by myself. And while with my folks its like we talk a whole lot of stuff that we never think about and lot about life in general. NO. IT IS NO WAY PHILOSOPHICAL. But then we just keep talking, jumping from one topic to another like monkeys playing in the jungle jumping trees. Topics vary from being why I like being an atheist? agnostic? Monotheist? Why are studies so much important? Getting married having kids? Is that the meaning of settled? What about me? Where is the time for myself? And whole lotta other stuff that mau very well sound like crap.

Now then that’s what happens when I m with my parents. Asking harmless questions. But what happens while I m traveling alone is all for me. I can just keep thinking and go on and on why some people act the way do? Or whether I ll actually ever be able to hug my dad/brother and tell thm for one that they are the best and a lot of other stuff? All these thoughts remind me the things I want to be, I want to and at the same time also remind me the things I m not and cannot be?

At the same time, when I take these trips alone I always get scared about what if this is my last day? I mean I think will this bus or train be a wreckage in a accident and just be a headline in some obscure part of the newspaper. These thoughts do get me scared. NO. Not the thoughts of death but instead the thoughts about being alone. By being alone I don’t mean I want companionship. But it is just scary. Its like – if I m all alone there is no one who is going to tell someone else that, his last words were, “blah-blah-blah”. Have been at home alone for the past few days and it is by no means fun. Maybe I am one of those people, if there are any such, who feel homesick while being at home. With few interviews on the way, I ll be busy laying the groundwork for them and I ll again be off to one of those trips criss-crossing the country. Whatever happens, I m going to take it as it comes.

As I write this, there are some creepy noises going on in my room. As if some one is turning over in my bed. I better let whomever that is to sleep or do whatever he is doing.

You've got calls

2006-01-25T18:09:00.000-08:00

Yes.

Narsee Monjee Institute of Management Studies and Institute of Rural Management, Anand(IRMA) have called me for the next round of GD-PI. But then this have not come without problems. Both of them have scheduled this process on the same ay in different cities. So efforts are on to try and reschedule my interviews with one of these institutes so than i can attend the interviews of both of them. Hoping that things work out for the better.

Though I have attended the NMIMS process earlier, this time it is not going to be a cakewalk especially since I would have to give out some serious gyaan on why I have been sitting on my arse and doing nothing(according to them...i have done lots..but not worthy of mention from the yem-bee-yay aspect) since 2004. Whatever is in store for me, I ll go ahead with the best possible attitude that will hopefully hold me in good stead.

These calls for the next round and probably the few ones that hopefully are on the way, I feel that the are the moments that i would seize the moment and not let it slip. Eminem does rap pretty good. Not always though.

P.S:And regarding Karma Part 2. I have been kinda hardpressed for time, but will complete it soon and will be posting it too.

Karma - Part 2

2006-01-21T19:34:00.000-08:00

Picked up myself from where i left off without putting too much thought into the results i started working.Where? the last place i would have recommended to anybody?In a call center. Why? maybe becoause these competitive exams had such an impact on my confidence that i lost it all. I must admit that i have the utmost respect for all the agents working there at nights but then that is not where i wanted to see myself. Some major serious introspection and i decided to go for the exams once more. With the intention being the same. Best b-schools of the country. 3 months of preparation ...slogging my ass off...and all back to square one...the same college has called me for their interview process, for the other exams where i did do pretty well the colleges have been pretty selective about the candidates that they wanted even for the next round of GD processes. So now with things kinda falling in place with 2 calls in hand right now, I am not quite sure how the panel at the interview are gonna buy whatever story I 'm going to throw at them as to why I want to do an MBA and all that kinda stuff...Anyways all I can do is to hope for the best .......and of course be prepared for the worst.

Come what may, even if i dont I want rue the time I have lost till now. But the fact is that I will have to run a lot more faster to get where i wanted. And by hell, I will.

Karma - Part 1

2006-01-21T18:34:00.000-08:00

Hmmm..Let me start where I left off...

One of those days while I was staying with my brother after my graduation during my holidays, he told me how to go about things and not think too much about results.As long you give your best that is what matters. All that talk did make a whole lot of sense, but then now I have been asking myself whether that is all that is there to it? Is it all that matters? And very often I get answers that it is not all that matters...

Now why am I writing all this in the first place?

To explain all that I ll have to back in time...

2004 - I competed my graduation and I thought that I ll sit and prepare for few exams that will get me through for an MBA admission somewhere or the other.Prefarably the top b-schools in the country. But then that was not to be. I lost the game. Got knocked down. Some near misses as far as few results were concerned and a lot of them by a long shot. Places where I did get through the writtens I could not make it through in the next rounds of interview. I got up again. Results did bother me. Why? Why did it bother me so much? I did give my best. Where did i go wrong?Was something wrong the way i went about things? Or was it that some other way of letting me know that I was not cut out for such things. So what do I do? I had lost one year. Have to do something now.Come On!! think!!think!!think!!act!!act!!act!! That was all that went in my head while I was awake in the evening s getting ready for the shifts. while shitting, wile brushing my teeth, while talking to my folks over the phone, while being with my friends, while polishing those shoes , while washing my clothes...i had to do something about it

To know more wait for "karma - part 2"

Actually who am i kidding here? Who am I telling to wait and see karma part 2. I am pretty sure I am the only one reader who ever writes or even views this blog.I would be lying if i said that it does not matter to me whether no one reads it. But then things are easier this way because I dont have to put too much thoughts into what has been going on in my weird head. These rambling thoughts dont have to go through spell check or grammer check because I m the only one inconvenienced by it. But then from now I ll make the serious effort of punctuating my sentences as well as i can. and avoid using the .....(dots) to indicate the long pauses of thought as to what to write and whether to write that, etc. Why does not anyone read my blog? cos i like i that way. i have no plans of letting peple know that i am writing this blog. how long will this continue? I dont know that. Will I keep updating without anyone to comment on what I am writing? All I can say to that is: HELL!! OH YEAH !!

my brother

2006-01-20T18:03:00.000-08:00

i have to admit that i dont talk all that much with my brother...i dont know why it is...but more often i think its more because we already know what the other could be thinking and how one is going to respond to certain things that the other may ask...at one point of time i never thought that i ll understand my brother so much..in fact i may have not done that yet or actually i may not ever be even close to understanding him...but there is something about him that is so encouraging...i have never ever told this to anyone but i would anyday turn to my brother if i need any sort of advice or suggestion or even few words of encouragement...its just his words that kinda motivate you to do better and all that kinda stuff u may or may not understand that i m talking about...he tends be so blunt and frank about things...some people say that it is not the best thing to do...but i would always like to take suggestions from such kinda people...

i started this this post with the idea of writing something that my brother had told me a few months back regarding my studies and all that however i have been straying away all along have write more about that in few installments i guess... wait for part 1 soon...dunno how many parts gonna be there to this story...maybe 1 or 10...i ll just let it flow...thats all i could do...

Sleep...

2006-01-19T18:13:00.000-08:00

i dunno whats been happening to me ... i have not been able to sleep properly for the last few nights...and i have been trying to find out the reasons that could be the reasons for them...another important thing that is recurring is the dreams that i have been getting... all of a sudden it seems angelina joile and her peers have been completely out of the picture and right now taking her place for the last night were the reptiles...the reasons i think that can be attributed to in the decreasing order of it being directly linked to my sleep...

1. could be b'cos of the ciggie tha i tried while i was away in bangalore...i have always had this kinda sleep whenever i smoke when something kinda takes me over and just take the solitary puff...i m pretty sure i m not gonna get hooked on to it for sometime soon for reason that could be more than one...

2. too much of the coffee that i have been drinking..

3. thinking about what is in store for me..more so because things are kind seem to be a deja vu for me even though i have spent a lot of time doing this thing called CAT all over again and screwing it up too and last but not the least just one call till now..that is deja vu for me(and i hope it ends there so that i can exoxt more calls than last time).....especially b'cos of the results of the few exams that i have written to be out in the coming weeks...

4. have not played badminton for the last few days...how is it badminton linked to my sleep you might be thinking...well it is...thats all i can say my mate...i have always slept well when i have jumped or paled some game or the other ..be it basketball, badminton or cricket..

5. about this thought that how i have not been putting in efforts and have been just whiling away my time..

6. had a few more reasons at the backof my head but all kinda fadin away cos i m feeling sleepy now.... ;-)

gotta get my arse moving...i gotta get ready for my classes...

ps: i simply love the way brits have the english accent: especially in words like bottle and of course the my favourite being : "Up your arse" "you are such a stupid dork"

pps: going to be posting more frequently here from now on at least for the next few weeks i suppose...

me currently listening to : love me two times :- THE DOORS
and reading: vikram seth:- two lives

Filler post...Me...spiderman!!!

2006-01-18T18:38:00.000-08:00

Your results:
You are Spider-Man

Spider-Man		70%
The Flash		65%
Green Lantern		65%
Superman		60%
Supergirl		60%
Robin		50%
Wonder Woman		40%
Hulk		35%
Iron Man		35%
Catwoman		25%
Batman		20%

You are intelligent, witty,
a bit geeky and have great
power and responsibility.

Click here to take the Superhero Personality Quiz

Wo/Man

2005-12-30T22:21:00.000-08:00

This is one helluva link i came across one some of the blogs that i regularly go through. Had a real good laugh.

http://seikku.iki.fi/seikku/EnglishPaper.html

Ages...Eons

2005-12-29T18:05:00.000-08:00

hmmm...so its been ages since i have posted...i may put up a detailed post some other day...

by the way...a happy new year to all

Screwed

2005-11-21T18:33:00.000-08:00

screwed CAT for the third consecutive attempt...so much to say but am still speechless...one thing for sure i stopped believing that hardwork pays...

"Boulevard Of Broken Dreams"

2005-11-05T17:33:00.000-08:00

"Boulevard Of Broken Dreams" - greenday

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone

Read between the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah
Ah-ah, Ah-ah

I walk alone
I walk a...

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone...

shantaram

2005-10-26T01:59:00.000-07:00

managed to get hold of the book called " Shantaram " written by Gregory David Roberts...i simple got to say that it is one helluva book...shall try and write more about it once i m through with it...also have to admit that my heart is still in bombay for the 3 years that i spnet there has been the best out the 22 years on this earth till date...

for the time being here is an excerpt from the book:

'It too me a long time and most of the world to learn what I know about love and fate and the choice we make, but the heart of it came to me in an instant, while I was chained to a wall and being tortured. I realised, somehow, through the screaming in my mind, that even in that shackled, bloody helplessness, I was still free: free to hate the men who were torturing me, or to forgive them. It doesn't sound like much, I know. But in that flinch and bite of the chain, when it's all you've got, that freedom is a universe of possibility. And the choice you make, between hating and forgiving, can become the story of your life.

In my case, it's a long story, and a crowded one. I was a revolutionary who lost his ideals in heroin, a philosopher who lost his integrity in crime, and a poet who lost his soul in a maximum-security prison. When I escaped from prison, over the front wall, between two gun-towers, I became my country's most wanted man. Luck ran with me and flew with me across to India, where I joined the Bombay mafia. I worked as a gunrunner, a smuggler and a counterfeiter. I was chained on three continents, beaten, stabbed and starved. I went to war. I ran into enemy guns. And I survived, while other men around me died. They were better men than I am, most of them: better men whose lives were crunched up in mistakes, and thrown away by the wrong second of someone else's hate, or love, or indifference. And I buried them, too many of those men, and grieved their stories and their lives into my own.

But my story doesn't begin with them, or with the mafia: it goes back to that first day in Bombay. Fate put me in the game there. Luck dealt me the cards that led me to Karla Saaranen. And I started to play it out, that hand, from the first moment I looked into her green eyes. So it begins, this story, like everything else -- with a woman, and a city, and a little bit of luck.'

Cool Lyrics

2005-10-20T21:37:00.000-07:00

One of my friend send me this song by this dude called Eamon..the name of the song is called "Dont want you back"...the link below gives the lyrics to the song...pay special attention to the chorus part...as good as it gets...

Eamon- F@#$ It(Don't Want you Back)

77

2005-10-19T19:06:00.000-07:00

came across this one while surfing the Net...one of the better jokes i got to see of late...This is really too good. Took me a while to FIGURE IT OUT.
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Every year at the state fair, a guy entered the lottery for the brand new truck and lost. This year, he told his friend he wasn't going to bother to enter.

"What kind of attitude is that?" his friend asked. He leaned closer and whispered, "What you need, pal, is faith. Look around and see if the good Lord sends you a message."

Strolling around the fair, the guy grew more and more despondent as the drawing neared. Nothing struck him, no divine inspiration, no sign from God.

Finally, as he was passing old Mrs. Smith's pie stand, he glanced over and saw the woman bending down. She wasn't wearing any panties, and suddenly her ass began to glow. All of a sudden, a finger of flame came from the skies and without her even knowing it, used her ass as a notepad. The fiery finger etched a seven on each cheek.

Thanking God, he rushed to the raffle booth and played the number 77.

A few minutes later, the drawing was held. And once again, he lost.

The winner was 630 ahead of him.

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21----22

2005-10-16T04:41:00.000-07:00

yup..midnight i m going to complete 22 yeears of existence on this planet called earth... one question thats has been ringing in my head is 22 years gone past...when are you going to get hold of what you want in life...all i can remember to answer that question is a U2 song ... i still have found what i m looking for...

cloze to 30 days for my exams...have to rock the scene irrespective of what my position is right now...just hope that i can keep it cool...

Oh God!!! What did u do???

2005-10-14T19:16:00.000-07:00

oh god...whoever or wherever or whtever you are... why hell did you tell Bush to invade Iraq...damn!! god !! and i thought the whole goddamn world is in your hands...

one request from yours truly...oh GOD please please oh please stay away from Bush and dont give any further ideas to the most unemployed person in the whole world...

by the way i was thinking when god is going to ask bush to leavee iraq to itself...hope sooner than later...

The Old Blog Is Dead...R.I.P

2005-10-14T09:20:00.000-07:00

yup...the title says it all...my old blog is dead...rather i would say i killed it...for some reason that i would like to keep to myself...

hopefully this one is going to carry on as long as i want it to...

shall start blogging regularly few days later...

though didnt follow complete schedule of studies but still quite satisfied with the efforts for the day...

tomorrow is another day...

ps: have to redesign the blog a little bit...shall update the blog after the I am through with the customising...

My winamp is playing: NickelBack - Someday